Chapter 353: Six Months?! Seriously?!

Ding!

[Congratulations, you have successfully impregnated yourself: Dragon kin]

"YEEEESSSSS!!!"

Literally, my entire land shook just from my shout of joy, like some divine judgment just dropped.

This… this was it.

The final push I needed in my divine path of breeding.

Not a prophecy. Not a miracle.

Me.

I did this.

To myself.

"HAHAHAHAHA… A dragon cock and a pussy?! Life is finally going right!"

I was happy. Really fucking happy. The kind of primal, stomach-knotting joy that only comes when you realize you've reached peak insanity—and it loves you back.

"Hehehehe~...."

I flopped back on my silken bed, arms stretched wide, silver hair fanned out like a halo of depravity. Divine fluids shimmered on my thighs. My belly, still warm and glowing, throbbed softly with embryonic energy—divine and draconic, chaotic and pure.

I felt fertile.

I felt invincible.

I felt hornier than ever.

"Herma," I gasped between giggles, "how much time do I have before the egg hatches?"

Ding!

[One week to lay the egg, Morgana]

"Eh?" I blinked, shocked for a second.

A dragon egg took months to hatch. No, years. No, fuck—even centuries sometimes. So the idea of hatching an egg in just one week was...

"ABSURD!!" I shrieked, sitting bolt upright in bed, clutching my glowing belly like it had just insulted my divine intelligence.

"A week?! Just seven days before I push out my dragon daughter?! I haven't even picked a nest for her! Or a name!"

[Calm down, Morgana] Herma's voice echoed a little loudly, like someone trying to snap their companion back to sanity. [I said laying, not hatching]

"..."

"Oh…" I blinked. "Ohhhhh."

A wave of embarrassment mixed with relief washed over me as I let myself collapse backward into the pile of overstuffed pillows like a divine toddler having a tantrum.

[The week time period is how long the egg will take to absorb the magical powers and your essence to be born as your daughter,] Herma explained. [After that, you would lay the egg, and based on my calculation, it would take about six months for the dragon egg to hatch]

"That's... better," I muttered, rubbing lazy circles on my belly. "Wait. That's worse. No—it's both!"

"NO!" I groaned dramatically. "I need my dragon dick right NOW!!"

There's no way in HELL that I'll wait six months—nope, fuck that. I was the goddess of breeding for fuck's sake, not some patient, mortal woman. I would shove that dragon egg in and out of my own body until my dragon daughter breaks out in full force.

"Herma!" I growled, already halfway to arching my back in some pathetic mockery of labor. "There has to be a shortcut! Oh... use my birth barn slots."

[Morgana, six months is already the shortest timeframe possible using all of your birth barn slots, breeding skills, and the temple buffs.] Herma's voice sighed, the way parents sigh when they're about to tell a child no.

[Be grateful, Dragon eggs usually take over three centuries to hatch naturally]

I hate that, but I can't argue with it. So with a deep resignation and a half-pained moan, I let go of my anger and self-imposed, absurd breeding goals. For now, at least.

"Ugh...six months," I groaned in complaint, glancing down at my stomach. "Well, my world tree daughter will be born in six months too..."

"So a dragon cock and a tree cock" I whispered, a sly smile spreading across my face. "A fantasy threesome.... Hehehehe... I really am the best."

....

After wasting time growling in a pouting tantrum and slamming my head against the wall, I got out of my chamber. When I reached the main hall, I spotted a lovely sight.

My firstborn and high priestess, Luna, was guiding Liliana and Samantha during an act of worship.

A typical scene of prayer in any house of gods. Chanting. Praying. Devotion.

But here, in my holy breeding temple, praying takes a totally different meaning.

Luna knelt upon the altar, back bent, lips wet. She was fully naked, her legs spread to the side, presenting herself in such a slutty, gorgeous, and unresisting way that all could cross a mortal's mind was the very obvious idea, the true meaning of their act: that if anyone wanted, if anyone desired, they could just shove their dick straight up her pussy.

But, sadly, her holes were already filled. Two thick dildos shaped like a human cock were shoved deep in her cunt and asshole. Magical dildos that have the ability to move and vibrate on their own. Behind Luna were Liliana and Samantha.

Liliana and Samantha mirrored her pose, their naked bodies glistening with sweat and divine essence, kneeling on the cold stone floor. The same enchanted dildos worked their magic within them, filling their cunts and asses with relentless, vibrating fervor. Drool dripped from their mouths, their faces contorted in blissful surrender, no pleas for release or mercy—just pure, unadulterated pleasure. They were my chosen, my whores, my sluts of divinity, and they reveled in it.

Other than the she-dog. Bitch was on all fours, her tongue flicking across the marble floor, lapping up the women's juices and sometimes teasing their toes. She was the perfect picture of a loyal pet, a good girl who knew her place.

"Ahhh~... Goddess~"

She reached out, her slender hand gliding over the smooth obsidian altar until it grasped the divine vessel—a black chalice adorned with four crimson jewels, pulsing faintly with radiant warmth. The chalice was sacred, one of the most holy relics in my temple, and it brimmed now with the thick, glistening essence of me—hot, white, and divine.

Morgana's milk and cum. A gift. A blessing. The nectar of divinity, holy and precious, the fuel of pleasure itself. A perfect offering. A perfect catalyst.

Luna rose slowly to her feet, her breasts glistening with sweat, nipples still taut from the relentless vibrating magic. Her silver hair clung to her cheeks like wet silk. She held the chalice high for a brief moment, reverently, her eyes closed in silent prayer. Her cheeks were flushed. The room reeked of raw divine lust and sweet feminine arousal.

"May the Great Mother's fertility shine over us... May her great love bless us with strength and her desires inspire us with bliss, Oh holy and horny Goddess. May her essence spill upon our mouths... and may she watch us take joy from this divine drink and her holy seed. May she witness our devotion as children and glory, and guide us toward the light with her holy womb. AMEN!!!!!!"

She said in an almost holy chant-like manner.

Then she drank. Her body swayed, her throat visibly straining as she tipped the chalice up, gulping down divine seed that gushed down her chin. Samantha and Liliana whimpered at the sight, their arms trembling against their side as they remained, obedient, forbidden from moving.

And then Luna turned.

With gentle grace, she leaned forward, bringing the chalice down to her two sisters-in-faith—Liliana and Samantha, still lost in their ecstatic trance.

"Open wide, and accept the goddess's holy seed into your heart, sisters," she purred, the image of the devil himself, wicked and enchanting and absolutely heavenly,

"AMEN!" Liliana and Samantha opened their mouths wide as they could, parting like flowers at sunrise.

Luna tipped the chalice.

The thick, divine fluid poured into their waiting mouths, cascading past their lips, over their chins, and down their heaving breasts. Both moaned like sinners receiving salvation, swallowing greedily, hungrily, eyes rolling back from the sheer overwhelming pleasure of it. They looked possessed by lust itself—naked, trembling, worshipping, a twisted sacrifice of holy ecstasy.

Worshipping their horny goddess.

'Welp,' I thought, slapping the mental bitch-slap away, 'It's not my fault... I simply exist, and they followed me.'

I stood there, still a little breathless from the sheer overwhelming holiness of the scene before me. A perfect blend of chaos and purity.

Luna was radiant, no doubt—my perfect high priestess, my firstborn. A divine slut molded from my very essence, leading her fellow acolytes in worship with the grace of a saint and the appetite of a succubus. She wasn't just leading them in prayer. She was orchestrating a liturgy of lust, a symphony of moans and wet sounds that echoed through the hallowed halls of my breeding temple.

"Mmmm…" I couldn't help but hum, licking my lips. "Now that… that's the kind of faith I can believe in."

[Sigh] Herma sighed in the back of my mind. [You said you were going to take it easy.]

"I am taking it easy. I'm watching holy rituals. Very passively. Totally not about to jump in and lead a new mass myself."

[A second ago, you were slamming your head against the wall.]

"That was past-Morgana. Present-Morgana is spiritually renewed and basking in the sight of holy cum-guzzling devotion. Growth. And so fucking horny."

I couldn't help but whip out my cock and masturbate. Watching Luna and the two sluts made me very happy, and I wanted nothing more than to jump in there and join the holy ceremony.

"Wait a second," I paused, recalling one little detail. "Liliana said that she took a week off from the church."

[So?] Herma, being more talkative than usual, asked.

"Poor Herma," I shook my head, a little disappointed. "A week is enough time to breed the hell out of her and the maid many times."

I looked back at the two human women, imagining their slim bellies swelled with my children.

"However, I'm hesitating to have human kids... So what should I do?"

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