Chapter 292: Spicy Healing Way

"MOTHER!"

I was about to teleport myself to the temple since I was free to fall from the sky with no legs, arms, or wings. However, before I could do that, someone called my name.

Eir, my first Valkyrie daughter, flew at her full speed, catching me in her strong arms, and then she began to fly toward the ground, carrying me safely.

"Mother!, are you okay?" she asked, her white eyes filled with concern.

"Yeah..." I replied, giving her a tired smile. "I'm fine... just a bit hurt, no worries."

"No worries?" she exclaimed, "Mother! You're barely holding together! I can sense the injuries and the energy deprivation."

"I'll be fine, just carry me to the temple," I said, staring at where the rift was moments ago.

"Eir, rally your sisters and scout in a 10-mile radius around the temple, there may be something left behind or an invader, and keep your guards up."

"Yes, Mother," the Valkyrie nodded, her beautiful white hair waving like a flag. I could sense the hesitation, the reluctance in her voice, but she nodded and flew faster, her angelic wings beating the air. I closed my eyes, resting my head on her shoulder, focusing only on breathing, and not dying.

Damn.

I was fucked up.

I can't even remember the last time I'd felt this weak. My whole body ached, my bones creaking as I took a breath. The blood kept pouring from my shattered body, dripping down onto Eir, who was flying as fast as she could.

'Shit...'

I needed healing, but not the kind the potions could provide. To my luck, the temple could fix me up. The Nightmare Tower too could heal me relatively fast, but the process is a little tricky since my injury happened outside the tower. If I jumped inside the tower as I am now, the tower would treat my current condition as the default one.

So in order to heal myself, I need to use the tower's archive, find the data of my last visit, and apply it to my body. And you know me, I'm not good with numbers and technical things. Moreover, the temple healing process is much more... spicy.

The same process I used to appoint Luna as my High Priestess—only this time I take essence instead of giving.

"MOM!" Luna shouted as soon as she saw me. Her voice was raw, her eyes wide with panic as she rushed over, her bare feet pounding against the living stone.

"Oh... Mom... are you okay?"

The way her voice cracked shattered something deeper in me than any wound. The moment she laid her eyes on me, I saw her soul crumble. My sweet, beautiful daughter—born of love and lust, born of passion, and raised to worship the carnal. How cruel was the universe that she had to see her mother like this, bleeding and broken, the embodiment of the violence that had shaped her entire existence?

I didn't speak. I simply gave her a gentle smile, the best I could muster through the pain and exhaustion. It was okay, I wanted to say, but from the look on her face, I knew no words could convince her. Not now.

Her arms wrapped around me the moment Eir lowered me into her reach, strong and trembling. She cradled my ruined body with a reverence that made my chest ache worse than the fractures running through my ribs. Her soft-furred tail curled protectively around me. I felt her new demi-goddess divine aura wrapping mine, instinctive and desperate like she could force me whole again with sheer love.

"You don't look fine," she whispered, brushing a matted lock of hair from my face. Her hand came back slick with blood and sweat.

"I've been worse," I muttered, smirking even as blood ran from my lips. "But I'm still sexy... right?"

"Hehehe" Luna laughed, but it was a strained, brittle thing, her scarlet eyes glistening as she leaned closer. I could tell she was trying not to break, trying to stay strong for her mom, and fuck me if that didn't make the knife in my heart dig a little deeper.

"You're always sexy, Mom," she murmured, her voice tight, her breath hot against my cheek.

"Good," I whispered, voice raw and cracked, just loud enough for her to hear it over the temple's renewed heartbeat, which had become a low, sensual rhythm echoing through the walls and into the marrow of our bones. "Then help your sexy mess of a mother get whole again."

Luna nodded, her lower lip trembling just slightly before she clenched her jaw, resolving to harden behind those scarlet, tear-bright eyes. She looked older, more divine now. My ritual had reshaped her flesh—but it was this, this choice to carry me in her arms, to press her forehead to mine and whisper, "I'm here," that completed her.

It wasn't the first time we were this close, nor would it be the last. But it was the first time Luna carried me and the way she did it, the sheer determination shining through the terror and the tears, made me realize just how much she'd grown. She'd always been the more emotionally vulnerable one, the one who craved touch and validation. Even when she chose Ember as her mate, she always kept coming back to me, her mother, her first love.

"Eir," I called, my voice weak but firm as I glanced at my Valkyrie daughter, her white wings flared, her spear at the ready. "Be careful. Scout the perimeter. Report anything suspicious, no matter how small. Keep everyone safe."

"Yes, Mom," Eir replied, her white eyes locked on me, hesitation flickering in her gaze. "Are you really going to…"

"Yes, don't worry, I'll be fine," I gave her a weak smile and watched her fly off, taking her Valkyrie sisters with her who kept their spears and shields at the ready. I trusted her to protect our domain while I focused on not dying.

"Come," she said softly, but the word wasn't a request—it was a command, an invocation. She turned, cradling me against her body, and stepped into the temple, past the threshold where the vines already stirred, the green veins in the walls pulsing with need.

They sensed it. My body. My wounds.

The altar in the center of the hall ignited the moment Luna stepped close, its surface blooming with glowing glyphs, sacred patterns drawn from my bloodline, my divine essence. It pulsed in rhythm with the temple's heartbeat.

Luna laid me down with infinite care, her fingers trembling slightly as she brushed away the blood and grime from my cheeks.

"What should I do now?" Luna gazed directly into my eyes, her hands steadying as she cradled my face.

"Same as your ascension, pup," I grinned, wicked despite the pain. "Only this time, you're giving me essence."

"Y-yes, Mom," she gasped, her cheeks flushing as the meaning sunk in, her tail flicking and ears twitching. She glanced down at my broken, naked body, and then up at the altar. Her hands tightened around me, the only sign of hesitation.

"It's okay, my love," I whispered, leaning in, letting my lips brush hers. "You can't hurt me. Now, do it."

She kissed me back, a gentle, tender brush that felt like the promise of a sunrise. Then, she took a deep breath, her hands hovering over my broken body, unsure of where to start. I could see her hesitating, her instincts telling her to help, to soothe, to comfort, but this wasn't the time for that.

"Luna, grow a cock and cum inside me," I said, giving her an order. "You can do that now, right?"

A soft gasp escaped her lips, but the command worked like magic, a shiver running through her as her divine aura shifted. As my High Priestess, she had the power, the skills, the tools to fulfill her role. The breeding temple made sure of that.

I heard a wet squelch, and then a thick, meaty cock grew from between her legs, long, girthy, and deliciously veiny. Her balls were a pair of round, hairless, perfect spheres, and from the looks of her hungry expression, she was dying to fuck me.

She chose to grow a human cock, probably fearing that a wolf one with a big knot would hurt me. Or maybe she was trying to use a cock similar to mine.

Anyway, the sight made me lick my lips, and I felt a familiar, hungry warmth spreading through my belly. Even in the depths of exhaustion and injury, my pussy couldn't resist a nice cock, but sadly my lower half was injured too—including my vagina, cock, and ass. That left us with one available entrance.

"Come here, love," I purred, giving her an inviting smile, before throwing my head back. "Use my mouth."

"Mom… are you sure?" she whispered, her voice thick with desire and worry. "I don't want to hurt you."

"You won't just stick your big, juicy cock in my mouth."

"Okay," she breathed, her hips twitching slightly as if her body was already eager to plunge into me. "Tell me if it hurts, okay? Promise me, Mom."

"Sure, now stop being a pussy and stick that thing in me."

Check out the new novel "Nephalem Ascension: Feast of the Unholy"

For Advance chapters, you can find in My Patreon

https://www.patreon.com/Midnight_Paradox

https://discord.gg/NBqGDtmxnp