Morgana: The Mother Of All

Chapter 237: A Sister’s Little Secret

"Ahh!... I feel sooo bloody tired."

After securing the black egg inside Liliana's womb and giving her instructions, I quickly left the ruined temple, heading back to my new one. It was an exhausting experience, both mentally and physically, and all I wanted was to sleep for a whole year.

The reason was my divine energy. I still had the habit of using my mana without care, and for a long time, I didn't have a problem no matter how much I consumed. In fact, I never saw the system notifying me about low mana since the day I was reborn. And because of that, I treated the divine energy in the same way, and that was a mistake.

[Morgana, the divine energy is different from mana. It's a resource exclusive to divine beings, and it's used to create pretty much anything,] Herma informed me about that fact a little bit after leaving the temple. [So treat it carefully, and don't worry, it will replenish itself over time.]

"Damn... I even forgot to ask Liliana about the goddess of light," I cursed, dropping my whole body on the couch, relaxing and recovering from the divine-draining.

"Herma, I'm going to rest a little. Wake me up if something happens," I mumbled, yawning a little bit, not waiting for Herma's reply. Using what remained of my divine energy, I changed the luxurious red couch into a soft, fluffy bed and instantly passed out.

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(3rd pov)

Midnight.

A dark and gloomy night, the wind was cold, and the streets were empty. The only sounds that could be heard were the howling of the wind and the rattling of the leaves. However, in the darkest corner of the temple, above a king-sized bed, a woman with silver hair was sleeping peacefully, her chest rising and falling rhythmically.

But the peacefulness was suddenly shattered when the woman's eyes snapped open, glowing with an intense crimson light. Her body rose from the bed as if guided by an invisible force, and her feet landed on the cold, stone floor. She began to walk, her movements stiff and mechanical, her eyes devoid of emotion.

"What's going on? Why am I awake?" the silver-haired woman wondered, looking around in confusion. But then, she grabbed her head as if suffering from a headache.

"Ugh!... Does that woman never sleep?..." The woman gritted her teeth, taking control of her body, which felt off somehow.

"What happened? Did Morgana successfully ascend?" she asked again, staring down at her body. And when she saw two massive tits, the size of her head, and a huge cock hanging between her legs, her expression froze.

"What the hell!? Why the fuck do I have a dick!?" the woman shouted, feeling a little embarrassed and weirded out by the new form. She had to lay down on the edge of the bed; otherwise, her heavy, big tits would drag her down.

"Why are my tits so fucking heavy?" she said, reaching for her breasts, cupping and groping them, finding out that they were as soft as the best pillows she had ever had—and they were also leaking milk.

"Oh... Oh, wow..." She gasped, her breath hitching as she squeezed the soft, plump mounds. The sensation was unlike anything she had ever felt before, and she couldn't help but continue. Her cock was quickly growing erect, precum leaking from its tip, and her heart was beating faster.

"!!!" The woman subconsciously brought her hand, which had a little bit of breast milk, to her mouth and licked it. When the sweet and addicting taste hit her tongue, her mind blanked.

"Delicious, just like my old strawberry juice," the woman muttered, her eyes glazing over as she lapped up the rest of the milk from her hand, her cock throbbing with need. "It's so good... no, it's better."

"Mmmm... more, I need more," she moaned as she devoured her right breast, sucking and nibbling the sensitive flesh, her body acting on instincts she didn't fully understand.

The sweet taste of her own milk had awakened something primal within her, and she couldn't stop herself from indulging further. Her hands roamed over her new form, exploring every curve and unfamiliar sensation, while her cock twitched impatiently, demanding attention.

"This… this is insane," she muttered between gasps, her voice trembling with a mix of embarrassment and arousal. "Why does it feel so good? What the hell is wrong with me?"

Her thoughts were a jumbled mess, but her body seemed to know exactly what it wanted. With a shaky hand, she reached down and wrapped her fingers around her throbbing cock, her breath hitching as she gave it an experimental stroke. A low moan escaped her lips, and she bit down on her lower lip to stifle the sound, though it did little to silence her.

"Damn it… this is so wrong," she whispered, even as her hips bucked into her hand, seeking more friction. "But I can't stop… I can't…"

Her mouth continued to work on her breast, suckling greedily as if trying to drain every last drop of the sweet, addictive milk. Her other hand moved faster, stroking her cock with increasing urgency, her body trembling as pleasure built within her. The sensations were overwhelming—a mix of confusion, shame, and raw ecstasy that she couldn't escape.

"Ahh… ahh…!" she cried out, her voice echoing through the empty temple. Her back arched as her body began to act strangely. As if reacting based on her deepest desire, the sack of balls under her cock began to shrink until they completely disappeared, leaving behind a perfect pink pussy and a thick cock, which began to grow longer and more flexible.

"Ahhh!... Yes!"

As if having a mind of its own, the long, flexible dick began to bend, descending like a snake and heading for the woman's pussy. As soon as the tip was touching the pink entrance, and the moment it made contact, the woman's eyes rolled back in their sockets, and her body went rigid.

"Oh god, oh god!"

The woman was barely able to comprehend what was happening as her own cock pressed against her virgin cunt. She tried to resist, to push it away, but her body refused to listen. Instead, her hips seemed to move on their own, pressing the tip of her shaft into her slick entrance, slowly pushing past the tight ring of muscle.

"Ahh!... Fuck, this feels so good," the woman groaned, her voice thick with lust. Her cock was sliding deeper and deeper into her pussy, stretching her walls and filling her in a way that she never imagined. It was an exquisite sensation, and it only grew stronger as her hips began to rock, driving her shaft deeper inside her.

"More... more... I want more!"

She cried out, her body shuddering as she took every inch of her cock inside her pussy, trying to reach for the womb. She could feel her inner walls clamping down around her, her cock throbbing inside her, as her whole body seemed to sing with pleasure.

"So... this is what it feels like," she panted, her eyes glazed over with desire. "To be fucked by my sister's cock... Is this what Morgana likes so much?"

The woman didn't know how to describe the sensations coursing through her, but one thing was clear: it felt amazing. She had never experienced anything like it, and she couldn't help but crave more. As if sensing her desire, her cock began to move, thrusting in and out of her wet cunt, causing her to gasp and moan like a slut.

"Ahh!... Oh god, yes!... Fuck!" she screamed, her body arching as her cock ravaged her tight pussy. It was too much, too intense, but she couldn't stop, couldn't hold back. Her hips were moving with synergy, matching the movements of her cock, driving it deeper and harder, destroying her own honeypot.

"I'm... I'm gonna... Ahh!" she cried out, her voice rising to a fever pitch as her orgasm approached. Her body tensed, her muscles tightening as the pleasure built to a crescendo. And then, with a final, desperate thrust, she came.

"Cummming!!"

Her cock erupted inside her, thick ropes of cum filling her pussy as her body convulsed with pleasure. Her back arched, her head thrown back as she screamed in ecstasy, as her voice echoed through the empty temple. Her breasts sprayed milk in time with her orgasm, adding to the mess as her body shuddered and twitched, overwhelmed by the intensity of her climax.

"Ahh...ahhh...haaah" the woman slumped back on the bed, panting and exhausted. Her mind was a mess, her body covered in sweat, milk, and cum. Yet a part of her was satisfied.

"I can't believe I did that," the woman sighed, feeling embarrassed, shameful, and yet oddly satisfied. "I just raped myself, with my own dick, and I enjoyed it."

She slowly pulled her cock out of her pussy, wincing slightly at the sensitivity. Her cum dripped out of her, pooling beneath her on the bed. She stared at the mess, her cheeks flushing with embarrassment, but there was no denying the pleasure she had just experienced.

[Yes you did]

"KYAAAHHH!" the woman jumped, startled by the sudden voice in her head. "Who are you?"

The woman was now on guard, her eyes scanning the room for any intruder or anything strange. But the room was still the same, and no one else was there.

[Greetings, Lady Victoria. My name is Herma.]

"Herma?" The woman tilted her head, confused and slightly suspicious that this thing addressed her as Victoria, not Morgana.

[I'm your sister's system assistant.]

"Y-you... saw everything?" Victoria blushed, embarrassed at being seen in such a state, and by a stranger no less. No one knows about this side of her, not even her twin sister, Morgana.

[Yes, I did, and I must say that I'm truly impressed Lady Victoria,] Herma replied, her tone calm and neutral. [You two are truly twins.]

"Oh no!"

Victoria's face burned with humiliation, her silver hair falling over her shoulders as she slumped to the cold stone floor. Her body still trembled from the aftermath of her self-induced pleasure, and now, to make matters worse, she had been caught in the act by some disembodied voice claiming to be her sister's system assistant.

"I'm being compared to my perverted sister."

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