Morgana: The Mother Of All

Chapter 556: One Week Left

Time passed in a blur, and days became the same.

 Before I knew it, a week remained until Lilith's protective barrier collapsed.

 A week.

 Only one week of the illusion of safety remained.

The city was ready. The walls were strong, the traps were set, the army was trained. But I wasn't.

"I need to get stronger," I muttered to myself, my gaze fixed on the massive, swirling vortex of energy in front of me.

In the past month, I have become… how should I put it? A slave. A beast of burden. A walking, talking, dripping breeding mount and personal fucktoy for my own twin sister.

Thanks to my "training methods," Vicky had managed to get a decent grip on her dragon nature. She wasn't perfect, but the mindless rage was mostly gone. She had returned to being the cold, calculating, terrifyingly efficient monster she used to be.

Which, of course, meant absolutely no mercy for me.

The bitch had worked me like a rented mule for the entire month.

I built an entire secondary city beneath the main one with my bare hands—literally shaping stone and earth with divine power until my fingers bled.

I spent entire days and nights as a living incubator, legs spread and belly swelling repeatedly as I popped out litter after litter of powerful wolf-kin centaurs and minotaurs. I liked that part, I won't lie. The orgasms were mind-shattering. But still. 

And whenever she felt even slightly stressed, frustrated, or just horny, I became her favorite stress relief toy. Bent over her war table. Pinned against the throne. Forced to my knees in the middle of strategy meetings while she casually discussed supply lines with her 'generals,' my mouth was full.

She was a monster.

A brilliant, efficient, and utterly merciless monster.

And I was soaked just thinking about it.

"Still staring into the abyss, little goddess? Careful, it might stare back and decide it wants to breed you too."

A low, amused voice cut through the air behind me.

I didn't need to turn around. I could feel her presence—crimson, heavy, dominant—like a dragon coiled around my soul.

Vicky stepped into view, arms crossed under her impressive chest, wearing nothing but a loose black robe that did a terrible job of hiding her athletic, battle-hardened body. Her crimson eyes glowed with that familiar mixture of affection and sadistic amusement.

"You look tense," she said, circling me slowly. "Did my favorite broodmare finally realize she spent the last month getting fucked instead of training?"

I shot her a glare, though my traitorous body was already heating up.

"I was multitasking. Divine multitasking. You try giving birth to a battalion of futa centaurs while simultaneously designing defensive formations." 

Vicky smirked and suddenly grabbed my chin, forcing me to look up at her. Her thumb brushed my lower lip.

"And now the big bad gods are coming to play. All that divine baby-making power and no clue how to properly use it. What are you going to do, Mother of All? Drop a litter of elves on them until they surrender from sheer awkwardness?"

I slapped her hand away, my fangs bared in a playful snarl.

"Funny. I was just thinking I need to spread my legs, and the enemies will be so mesmerized by my divine pussy they'll kneel without a fight."

"I'll be the judge of that," she purred. Then her expression shifted, the playfulness giving way to something more intense, more serious. "You're strong, Sis. I've felt it. But you're nowhere near the old you. Not yet."

She was right. 

As a goddess, I could feel the immense power thrumming within me. The potential for destruction was limitless. But using it... Accessing it in a controlled way was like trying to drink an ocean through a straw.

Fortunately, I am Morgana.

With my blood magic and breeding recovery skills, I can afford to be reckless.

"Then it's a good thing I have a plan," I said with a wicked grin.

Before Vicky could react, I wrapped my arms around her waist, pulling her down into a fierce, demanding kiss. She tasted of fire, smoke, and a hint of copper. For a moment, she resisted, surprised, then her arms wrapped around me, claws digging into my back, pulling me closer. The kiss deepened, a battle of tongues and teeth, a clash of wills and desires.

When we finally broke apart, we were both breathing heavily. A thin string of saliva connected our lips, a shimmering bridge in the dim light of the Sanctum.

"You always were a sneaky bitch," she growled, her crimson eyes burning with lust.

"And you always were a loud, arrogant lizard," I retorted, my grin widening. "But you're my loud, arrogant lizard... Hehehe." 

Vicky adjusted her position on my lap, straddling me, her hands resting on my shoulders, then reached down, whipped my hard cock out of my panties with a single, rough motion.

"No foreplay," she snarled, her voice a low, guttural rasp. "We don't have the luxury of 'making love' right now. We need to fuse. Now."

Before I could even reply, she positioned herself and slammed down, her body swallowing my entire length in one brutal, fluid motion.

"FFFUUUCK!"

The feeling was... electric. 

After our first time, our connection had deepened. Her inside was always on fire. It was an inferno that should have burned me to a cinder, but instead, it felt like... coming home. The two halves of a broken soul clicking back into place with agonizing, perfect pleasure.

"Fuuuuck—! Vicky!" I gasped, my hands digging into her firm ass, my hips bucking up to meet hers.

"You—you wanted this!" she snarled, her own head thrown back in ecstasy, her claws raking deep furrows in my shoulders. "Now… take it!"

She started to ride me, not with passion, but with a purpose, bouncing harder, her heavy tits slapping against my chest with every violent drop. Each movement was a calculated strike, each roll of her hips a deliberate maneuver.

Our energies began to collide.

I noticed this during our second fuck, but now it was ten times stronger.

A strange phenomenon was happening, which I guessed was related to our souls being two halves of a whole, and that her body was originally made to be mine.

Every time Vicky and I fucked, my divine power and her draconic power didn't just mix; they began to... merge. Threads of red and black divine energy braided together, growing thicker, stronger, more stable with every savage thrust.

I felt that both of us were growing stronger each time we had sex.

It needs more fucking.... I mean testing.

But for now, I just want to paint her inside white. 

"You feel that?" I growled, thrusting up harder, impaling her. "Every time I fill this greedy dragon cunt, we become more. We're not two anymore. We're becoming… one fucking calamity."

"Hehehe," Vicky laughed breathlessly, a wild, arrogant sound, then suddenly slammed down and ground her hips in slow, crushing circles, stirring my cock inside her like she was trying to break me.

"Then give me more," she demanded, eyes glowing like twin suns. "Stop holding back, Morgi. Don't you dare treat me like some fragile bitch. Show me the monster that fucked an entire city into submission! Empty your fucking balls into me!"

Her words were a key. Her taunt was the match to my powder keg.

My control shattered.

PAT! PAT! PAT! 

I flipped us with a snarl, pinning her beneath me on the cracked stone floor. Without hesitation, I grabbed her thick thighs, spread them wide, and started pounding her with everything I had. Deep. Brutal. Merciless strokes that made her massive tits bounce and her back arch violently.

"YES! LIKE THAT! FUCKING DESTROY ME!" she roared, her body convulsing around me. "Deeper! Breed your twin sister properly!"

"Is this what you wanted, you scaly whore?!" I leaned down and bit her neck hard, sucking on the blood that welled up as I drove into her again and again. "This is the only language you understand! Pain! Pleasure! COCK!"

I couldn't hold back anymore.

With a guttural roar, I buried myself to the hilt and exploded inside her. Thick, heavy ropes of divine cum—glowing with raw power—blasted straight into her womb. Pulse after pulse, flooding her completely. Vicky screamed in triumph as her own orgasm tore through her, her pussy clamping down like a vice, greedily sucking every last drop I gave her.

For several long seconds, we stayed locked together, trembling, my cock still twitching deep inside her overflowing pussy. Excess cum leaked out around my shaft, dripping down her ass onto the stone.

Vicky's hand slid up my back possessively, claws lightly scratching my spine as she panted against my ear. 

"Hehehe... see? Much better," she whispered smugly. "Now… I'm pretty sure you can break through to the next divine rank. I can feel it. We're close."

She had a point. The merging of our energies wasn't just increasing our overall strength; it was refining it. And from what Herma gathered from the Nexus forms, breaking to the next divine rank not only requires a certain amount of faith points and the ascension medal, but also an understanding of divinity, soul, and a strong will.

Many gods get stuck here for thousands of years. Not me.

"Careful, Sis, I might just use you as a battery from now on," I breathed, lifting my head to look at her, pulling out with a wet, lewd pop. A river of my glowing seed poured out of her gaping, freshly-fucked pussy.

"Heh. You could try," she purred, but then her expression darkened as she sat up, wincing slightly. "Sadly, you still have servitude hours left. And I also need to empty my balls."

"Heh!... the noble Victoria Nosferat became a pervert," I teased her, gently squeezing her right breast. "You've become even more insatiable since you sprouted these."

"Hehehe... you have no one but yourself to blame, my dear sister," she said, a dangerous glint in her crimson eyes. "You released me. Now you get to deal with the consequences."

"Consequences? I'd call this a perk," I said, my eyes tracing the lines of her powerful body. "Now, about those balls... I think I still owe you some punishment from our last bet." 

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