Morgana: The Mother Of All

Chapter 233: The Holy Brothel

As I approached, my fingers traced the intricate carvings on the walls and the pillars, depicting acts of worship—bodies entwined in rapture, their pleasure an offering to me. The depictions of devotion were as much an art form as they were a testament to the faith my followers placed in me.

I reached the altar, placing my palm upon its cool surface. The stone seemed to pulse beneath my touch, responding to my presence.

"This is perfect."

As for the red, it acts as a portal, connecting me to the temple. Or to be more specific, my breasts, dick, and pussy. Each of the three holes is linked to a particular body part, and they can be used in the worship ritual.

"Hehehe."

Looking back at the main hall of my temple, I began using my divine energy to slightly change the decoration and add a few objects. First, I added many wooden pews for my worshippers to sit on and watch the ritual. Moreover, I made sure that no one would sit idle without doing anything. Each pew is magical and can be altered in various ways. The follower would be able to conjure dildos to sit on, an onahole, or any kind of toy. The fun will begin once the ritual starts.

Oh... I also made sure to leave the option to connect the toys with the worshippers. For example, the onahole that a futa or a male is using across the hall could be connected to the pussy of a female follower, making her feel everything while the toy is getting fucked.

"Next is the stage."

The second thing I added was the stage where the rituals will take place. It will be a large stone platform around the altar, covered in soft, fluffy carpet. This way, my worshippers will have a good view of the holy performance.

"Perfect."

For now, the main hall was done. If I needed any changes, I could always do them later. I tried to keep it simple and less daunting for new followers. I shifted my focus to the other part of the temple. Although the main hall is the core of the temple and with a space exceeding the temple itself—about a thousand square feet, thanks to the space magic shit—the true importance of my temple was in the other parts.

"The breeding section."

The breeding section is the right area of the temple where my worshippers can offer themselves to be bred. The area is MASSIVE! Well over five thousand square feet, with plenty of space and small rooms for a private breeding session, or big ones for group mating. The interior of the room was... well, empty to be honest. Not even a single bed existed. When I was about to ask Herma about it, a small system window materialized on the room door, asking me to pick a few things, like how many people were going to use the room, what toys I needed, the theme of the room, etc.

"Interesting." I smiled, realizing the potential of these rooms. "This is beyond perfect. Anyone could use this function, and the possibilities are endless."

As I was exploring more of the breeding area, I noticed the abundance of glory holes scattered throughout the space. They were not just simple holes in the walls—they were masterfully crafted, each one framed with ornate carvings that mirrored the intricate designs of the main hall.

The frames depicted scenes of worship and ecstasy, bodies intertwined in acts of devotion, their forms frozen in stone yet alive with movement and passion. The glory holes themselves seemed to pulse faintly, as if they were alive, waiting to be used in the sacred rituals of pleasure and connection.

"Wow."

I approached one, running my fingers along its edge. The stone was warm to the touch, vibrating softly with divine energy. As I leaned closer, I could feel a faint pull, a magnetic allure that beckoned me to explore further. These were not mere holes; they were gateways, conduits of connection that allowed my followers to engage in acts of worship without the need for direct interaction if they chose.

"Where is the fun in that?" I asked the hole in front of me. "I understand it, but to be present during the act is the best."

I decided to test one of the glory holes myself. Placing my hand against the wall, I focused my divine energy, and the hole responded immediately. The space around it shimmered, and I felt a connection form—a link between the hole and one of the magical pews in the main hall. A follower sitting there would have her lower half connected with the glory hole, her pussy getting fucked while she was present in the hall.

"I fucking love this place, so many possibilities," I exclaimed, licking my lips in anticipation. "This is not a simple temple anymore, but a brothel, a holy brothel."

I stepped back, admiring the craftsmanship. Each glory hole was unique, designed to cater to different desires and preferences. Some were positioned at varying heights, accommodating followers of all sizes and shapes. Others were grouped together, allowing for multiple connections at once, creating a web of shared sensations that would ripple through the temple like a wave of ecstasy.

As I continued to explore, I noticed a special door to the left—a massive pink one. Curiosity got the best of me, and I approached. Opening it, inside was a massive pink room, with extremely strange things locked to the wall.

The walls were lined with transparent, silicone-like dolls, each one eerily lifelike yet distinctly artificial. Their features were flawless, their bodies sculpted with such detail that they could easily be mistaken for real women if not for the fact that they were clearly made of rubber or silicone. Their faces were serene, their eyes closed, and they had long hair that cascaded down their shoulders. Yet the most striking feature was the inside of their bellies.

"What in the world...?" I murmured, my voice echoing softly in the vast space. I approached one of the dolls, narrowing my eyes at the clear sight of the womb visible through the translucent material.

"Herma, what are these things?" I asked, my all-knowing companion.

[These are artificial wombs. Their purpose is to act as a replacement for real pregnancy,] Herma replied.

"Replacement? What do you mean?" I was confused since I had never seen something like this before.

[Morgana, some people, mainly rich or noble women, hate the idea of being pregnant, carrying a child, and the idea of giving birth, despite wanting to have children.]

"Are they stupid or what?" I blurted, frowning. "Pregnancy is a sacred act, a divine gift! To reject it is to reject the very essence of creation itself. How could anyone despise something so beautiful, so powerful?"

[Not many share your opinion, and your horniness, Morgana,] Herma said.

"Hmph, fools," I scoffed, shaking my head. But then I recalled hearing something while I was living inside Castle Dracula during the trial. I heard some maids talking about how they wanted to meet the right man and start a family, while also not wanting to lose their 'perfect body' to pregnancy.

"And they were just maids," I sighed, understanding the situation. "Now imagine how a noble lady thinks."

Gazing at the transparent doll, I understood their true value. Not many are lucky enough to share my bloodline or possess the same skills. If these artificial wombs can help some unfortunate soul, I won't be stingy and refuse.

Closing the door behind me, I went back to the main hall, executing an idea that just popped into my brain—a reward system.

Followers will be able to earn points for every act inside the temple. How much? I had no idea, I'm not good with math, so Herma did all the calculations in seconds.

Points will be spent on various things, mainly on skills that I just added to the temple, all related to breeding and sex—like increasing fertility, increasing the chances of impregnation, the number of babies per pregnancy, and even increasing the sensitivity of talents for oral, vaginal, and anal. The last one was a bonus from me to my followers to be able to give unforgettable sex.

"Hehehe, with this, the growth of my horny cult will increase."

As for the best—in my humble, perverted opinion—way to spend points, lies with the new room I just added to the temple.

Body modification.

It will be an amazing room, a room that could make any follower and non-follower dream come true. The room is a place where anyone could alter their body in many ways—male to female, futa, hermaphrodite, a girl with a dick, a man with a pussy, the list goes on. And all the modifications will be real. The best part is that there was a free trial that works only inside the temple, and the modifications are temporary. To make them permanent, points are needed.

Even if the follower has a normal human body, he can still become a furry, a centaur, or a wolf-kin, as long as it's humanoid or half-humanoid, the room will do it. However, I decided to keep changing the race or heavily modified body parts temporarily, just giving them a taste—at least for now. When I fully test the room and make sure it's safe, I'll allow the permanent changes.

"This will be fun."

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