Morgana: The Mother Of All

Chapter 267: I Need Them

"Clean them up and send them to me," Liliana commanded her maids as soon as she arrived at her mansion.

"As you wish, my Mistress."

The maids guided both siblings, who looked around nineteen years old. Their bodies were thin like they didn't eat or get enough sleep for days, and both were hugging each other like frightened little rats. They followed the maids towards the bathroom without protest.

"Sigh... I'm so tired," Liliana gave out a long sigh before taking off her mask the moment she stepped into her chamber. The maid inside swiftly helped her with her black robe.

"Something on your mind, Mistress Liliana?" the maid, who was a human with a slave collar around her neck, asked before momentarily pausing in her tracks, noticing the slight bump in Liliana's abdomen.

"Shit!!" the maid cursed, dashing with extraordinary speed, locking the door, the windows, and pulling the curtains; before taking out from her storage ring a tiny blue crystal, throwing it on the ground creating a soundproof sphere.

"Mistress, do you have any idea of the risks and dangers of this?" the maid with blond hair and light-gray eyes said, pointing at Liliana's stomach while putting her left hand on her hip like a lecturing parent. "A child? In a land full of vultures, zealots, and religious assholes that call themselves humanists, the most close-minded nation ever!"

"And... Do you even know who the father is?" the blond maid paused, trying to comprehend just how in the holy world can the High Priestess have unprotected sex with some random asshole!

"Hehehe," Liliana let out a small giggle as the expression on her face turned around and morphed into a kind, warm smile full of love and passion.

"Stop laughing! This is serious!" the middle-aged maid yelled.

"Eh? Why?" Liliana cocked her head, innocently wondering, as a fond, loving smile played across her lips.

"Arrgh, Mistress," the blond maid massaged her temples, sighing. "You're the High Priestess of the Church of Light!"

"Relax, Samantha; it's not what you think."

"How so?" Samantha was skeptical. "What, do you have gas or some bad food and you are carrying your revenge on the bathroom?"

"Pfft... Hahahah!" Liliana burst into laughter, her shoulders shaking as she leaned back against the cushioned chair. "Hah! Revenge on the bathroom? Samantha, you truly have a way with words."

"Humph," Samantha huffed, folding her arms. "Glad to see you're entertained, Mistress. But I need answers before I have a heart attack."

"Alright, alright, I'll explain—but you have to promise not to freak out." Liliana finally composed herself, wiping a stray tear from her eye.

"I make no such promises." Samantha narrowed her eyes. "You know me."

"Figures." She placed a gentle hand on her stomach, her golden eyes shimmering with something unreadable. "This child… is special."

"Uh-huh. Special how?" Samantha's expression didn't change.

Liliana exhaled, her fingers absentmindedly tracing the fabric of her dress over her abdomen. "It's not… a normal pregnancy."

"Oh, great. You are carrying an eldritch horror." Samantha's skepticism deepened. "We're doomed."

"No, no, nothing like that." Liliana giggled.

"Then what?" Samantha wasn't convinced. "Then what? Because last I checked, you weren't exactly the motherly type. And unless I missed something, you've been far too busy burning down the kingdom to be playing house with a lover."

Liliana's smile never faltered as she dropped what remained of her clothes, revealing the secret that lay underneath: A massive 10-inch cock with two large and thick hanging balls. Above the cock was a crimson womb tattoo that seemed to be pulsing with an abnormal glow. 

Right above it was another tattoo. This one was a black egg, and for a moment it appeared to be just a regular tattoo, but if you gazed and concentrated harder, you'd see that the black egg's lines pulsated in synergy with the womb tattoo.

Samantha stared for a solid five seconds. Then—

Thud!

Her knees gave way, sending her crumbling onto the floor with a thud! Tears dripped down her face, eyes wide and trembling like a cornered prey, yet her lips were the ones spreading a big happy smile.

"S-She....." Samantha's hands shot forward, clasping Liliana's thighs, digging in them to confirm this was real and she was not dreaming. Her eyes never left the beauty that is the goddess's cock.

"T-The G-G-Goddess...." she muttered like a broken recorder, unable to believe this was reality and not a dream.

Liliana sat silent, her eyes closed as if savoring her worship. She slowly reached out and tangled her fingers in the blonde strands of hair.

"She returned...." the maid cried in delight, not believing that this was actually happening in her wildest dream.

"Yeah," Liliana simply replied, yet a deep satisfaction resided within her, and a fond nostalgia echoed in her words.

Samantha was a devoted follower of Lilith and known only to Liliana, her grandmother was an elf, meaning a quarter of her blood is of the elf race, which put her in great danger—a fate far worse than death. Fortunately for Samantha, being a quarter elf gave her a slight affinity to nature magic. From the outside, she was completely human, with no pointy ears or anything. Also, she was the one who introduced Liliana to the religion of the Goddess of Lust, Lilith.

"Yes, Samantha. Our Goddess has returned. And I'm carrying her will inside me," Liliana said with an affectionate smile to her loyal and adoring slave and subordinate.

"May... May I?" Samantha asked. The joy and hope in her voice broke through the veneer of cold composure she normally kept around others. She leaned forward, her hands shaking, gaze still fixed upon her Mistress's cock.

Liliana cupped her maid's face in her palms, tilting her chin upwards and gazing down with tender affection.

"My loyal little maid," she brushed her thumbs lightly across her tear-stained cheeks. "You know I love you and always reward loyalty. So, yes, you can, Samantha. You earned it."

"Thank you!" Samantha's voice shook, fresh tears streaming from her eyes as she let her true feelings flow freely. Her fingers trembled as they hovered just above Liliana's cock, her breath coming in shallow, reverent gasps. The sight before her was something she had only heard of in whispered prayers—the sacred mark of Lilith, the Forgotten Goddess.

And now, here it was. Real. 

Little did they know that since Morgana inherited Lilith's followers, her divinity aspects started to affect them—developing some wild breeding kink.

Samantha's lips parted, a choked sob escaping as she finally—finally—pressed her palm against the warm, throbbing length. The moment her skin made contact, a jolt of energy surged through her, like lightning igniting her veins. Her back arched, her eyes rolling back as a wave of something—divine, ancient, alive—flooded her senses.

"Ah—! G-Goddess—!"

Liliana watched with quiet amusement as Samantha shuddered, her body convulsing from the sheer intensity of touching a fragment of Lilith's power—no, Morgana's power. When Morgana used her divine energy to modify Liliana's womb to be capable of holding eggs, Liliana received some knowledge about her goddess, and one of the key points was the goddess's new name: Morgana.

Knock! Knock!.

A knock on the door woke Samantha from her daze, snapping her from the trance, as she regained control of her emotions.

"Mistress, the twins are waiting in the hall."

"Tsk," Liliana clicked her tongue in disapproval. She was about to have her most prized and loyal servant taste her cock, before another servant interrupted her, fucking up the mood.

"She just ruined my moment. Oh well." Liliana shrugged. There were still many things and time; there was no need for hurries, right?

"Prepare the dinner table," Liliana ordered with a firm tone. "The twins will dine with me and Samantha."

"As you wish, Mistress," the maid outside said and disappeared from behind the door.

"They will eat with us?" Samantha asked as she released the touch on her beloved Mistress's cock.

"Yes," Liliana nodded, gesturing for her maid to prepare her casual clothes.

"Why?" Samantha asked, wondering how new slaves could be invited to have a meal with their own master.

Liliana ignored her for a while, standing in front of the mirror gazing at her naked figure. Her hands kept gently stroking the bump in her tummy as if she were a pregnant mother showing love and protection to her unborn child.

"Mistress?"

"I need them for a ritual," Liliana said, turning around. Her right hand suddenly started stroking her erect cock, sliding her hand up and down along its length.

Samantha bit her lips, trying not to let out a moan of longing. She loved nothing more than to have sex—preferably with a futa—and her greatest wish was standing right in front of her naked and rock hard, yet she couldn't dare to take the step to embrace the Mistress's cock by herself.

"A ritual? Of what?"

"Hehe. Let me tell you..." Liliana giggled in mischief, her hand continuing to stroke, her pace getting faster. "I received some interesting forbidden knowledge from our Goddess."

"Tell me, Samantha," she stepped closer, reaching with her left right between the maid's legs and cupping her crotch through the silky panties. "Would you like to have a cock?"

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