Morgana: The Mother Of All

Chapter 183: Creation

Morgana, my first demon imp daughter. Her birth could be considered a miracle for one simple yet complicated reason.

I made her. Literally.

To this day, I don't know how to explain it. When the torture at the hands of the demon governor began, I somehow received a revelation, an enlightenment, or it could be simply called a deep understanding of my powers. The things I could do right now were beyond what I could imagine to the point that it was overwhelming. I had to spend my entire time inside the Iron Maiden going through the knowledge and trying to understand it well.

One of the things I gained was something that is essential for any goddess: Creation.

It had its limits since I'm not a goddess yet, but the things I could do to the fetus inside the womb were amazing. I still can't change the race or the gender yet, but I can modify everything else: the body, the magic, the character, and the personality.

In Morgana's case, I had an interesting idea. What if I could create myself? Take one of the fetuses inside me and create an exact copy of myself—a daughter that will have all the things I have, including my memories, magic, and personality. The idea was exciting, so I gave it a shot.

It worked, but there was a catch: the soul. To make a copy of myself, I had to kill the soul of my unborn daughter and place a part of my soul instead. But you know me—I love my kids, and killing them, even when they were just a clump of cells and a fetus inside my womb, was not an option.

So I did the next best thing. I gave her a body and magic like mine but without my memories. That's why I named her after me. My link to her was the strongest out of all my children, even Ember and Luna.

"You have grown," I said, caressing her silky silver hair. A soft smile was on my face; it had been a long time since I had the chance to embrace any of my daughters.

"Thanks to you, Mother," Morgana replied, nuzzling her face on my tits, licking my skin and enjoying the taste.

"It's good to see you again, Morgana," a voice came from my left. I turned my head and saw a familiar kind face.

"Martha! It's good to see you well," I said, reaching and touching her hand. She got old. The wrinkles and the white hair were a clear sign of that, but she was still the same—a gentle and kind woman.

"Thank you for saving me," Martha said, bowing her head, "and for giving me a family."

"You're not surprised by my appearance?" I asked, raising a brow. It had been ten years since we met, and a lot had happened since.

"Well, a little, but I knew it was you," the old woman said with a kind smile. She was a little tired, and her voice was a bit weak, yet her eyes were bright and filled with life. The motherly warmth she gave was the same as always.

"Plus, living with your demon daughters and giving birth to daughters of mine, I learned to accept the strangest things."

"Oh yeah, I forgot about that," I said, raising my hand and staring at the old woman with a serious look.

"Ah... Morgana?"

"Martha... if you want to marry my daughter, you need to go through me," I said, wrapping my arms around my daughter Morgana defensively.

"Huh?" The old woman was confused. Her face was filled with confusion and shock.

"Kyaa! I always wanted to say that."

"..."

"Mom, that's a little too much," Morgana whispered. Her face was bright red, and a little bit of embarrassment was showing. Yet she liked it.

"Hahaha... I'm joking," I laughed, slapping my knee. I can't help but crack a joke, and one thing off my list to do.

"That's a relief," Martha sighed, a wry smile forming on her face. It was obvious she was a little shocked by the joke.

"Come here, Martha," I said, extending my hand. The old woman didn't hesitate and walked forward, standing right in front of me.

"This is my gift for you," I said, taking her hand. The moment I did, a crimson energy exploded from my hand and wrapped around the old woman's body like a cocoon.

Five seconds later, the cocoon opened, and the crimson light dimmed, revealing a beautiful, young, and healthy-looking Martha. Her face was smooth and flawless, her skin was tight and had a healthy shine, her brown hair had a luster, and her eyes were bright.n/ô/vel/b//jn dot c//om

"H-How... how did you do that?" Martha stuttered. She was shocked and couldn't believe the young woman staring back at her from the puddle was her.

"This is nothing for me," I said, placing my hand on her shoulder. "If you want me to perform any changes, now is your chance."

"..." Martha kept staring at me in the eyes. Her cheeks were getting redder by the second. Then she leaned close and whispered in my ear.

"Oh... I didn't know you were this naughty, Martha," I smiled, placing my hand on her waist and pulling her close. "Yes, I can do that."

"!!!" The old woman's eyes widened. The shock and excitement were written on her face.

"So..." I said, licking my lips, "small, average, or big? My advice: go for the big one."

"S-Shut up... I know!" Martha blushed. She was a little embarrassed, yet her desire was far greater. I could feel the warmth gathering between her thighs, and her nipples hardening.

"I see," I nodded, closing my eyes. The energy flared from my hand, the crimson light covered her entire body. This time it lasted only two seconds. When the light faded, no one understood what kind of change happened to Martha except me and her.

"So, how is it?" I asked, a sly smirk forming on my lips. "Do you like the length, or should I make it bigger?"

"Amazing..." The not-old-anymore woman gasped. Her eyes were filled with tears as her hands rubbed the area between her legs. A big, perverted smile formed on her lips. "I love it."

"Thank you, Morgana," Martha jumped, wrapping her arms around me. Her chest pressed against mine as she gave me a deep kiss on the cheek. Then, she turned to my daughter Morgana and placed a hand on her shoulder.

"Wife, I need to talk to you... in private."

"H-Huh? Wait, what are you—"

"Okay, have fun, you two," I waved, letting Martha lead my daughter away. A sly smirk formed on her lips, and my daughter was clearly confused and a little worried. Of course, I knew what would happen in their private 'talk,' since now Martha was equipped with a devastating weapon between her legs.

"Hiss.."

"Hmm?" The sudden low hiss caught me off guard. My eyes turned, scanning the area until they landed on a white-scaled naga—my daughter—who was hiding behind a pillar for some reason.

"Come here," I said, waving my hand, summoning my blood chains to wrap around her and carry her to me.

"M-Mother," the white-scaled naga hissed, lowering her head, and avoiding eye contact with me.

"What were you doing, hiding like that?" I asked. The warm smile never left my face.

"N-Nothing."

"Liar," I said, lifting her chin with a single finger. Her face was bright red, and her eyes were filled with tears. It was obvious that she was holding them back, but she was not strong enough; a single tear rolled down her cheek.

"Oh, what's wrong, my little girl?" I asked, pulling her into my embrace. The tears were rolling down her cheeks like a river as she buried her head in my breast and cried.

"I'm sorry, hiss... I'm so sorry, Mother."

"Why are you sorry?" I asked, patting her scaled head. "You didn't do anything wrong. If anyone, it's me who should apologize. After all, I failed to protect you."

"If I hadn't been born, Mother would have lived her life without problems, and she wouldn't have had to go through the torture."

Oh, I see... She's blaming herself for my torture, probably thinking that if she was never born, then I wouldn't have gone through the fight against the blue naga and getting captured by the governor.

BONK!

"OUCH!" The white naga hissed, rubbing her forehead and glaring at me. A look of surprise was written on her face, and she wondered why I smacked her.

"Don't you ever think about such things," I said, holding her hands and squeezing them. "You're the best thing that happened to me."

"Really?" The white naga sniffed, her red eyes filled with doubt.

"Really," I answered. A warm smile was on my lips.

"I... love you, Mother," the white naga whispered, burying her face in my breasts, and taking a deep breath.

"And I love you too, Snow."

"Hisss... Snow?" The naga tilted her head. Her snake-like face was filled with confusion.

"Yes, that's your name," I said, smiling. "Snow."

"Snow," the naga repeated, testing the word, and then a huge smile appeared on her face. "Snow, hiss... I like it."

"Then it's settled."

"Thank you, Mother," the white naga—no, Snow—said, hugging me tightly, enjoying the warmth and the sweet smell of my milk that her other sister was drinking sneakily before she was forced to stop by her human wife.

"You're welcome"

"M-Mother, can I?" Snow whispered, licking her lips, her red eyes were locked on my breasts. "I miss the taste"

"Sure," I answered, presenting my right nipple. A moment later, Snow leaned close and took the tip of my nipple into her mouth. A sweet and warm sensation spread from my breast and all over my body.

"Ahh...I missed this" I moaned, leaning back and letting my naga daughter drink my milk, then I noticed a mom vent in front of me, opening my eyes, I saw many of my demon daughters staring at their naga sister, with a watery mouth and a burning desire for the taste.

"Come here," I said, gesturing them to come closer, and like a bunch of hungry pups they ran and began to fight for my left nipple,

"Sigh... no need to fight" Sighing I used my transformation to grow more breasts, allowing all my daughters to have their fill.

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