Chapter 234: Inherited Faith

“Aaaaand… Done!”

With a final flourish, the last touches were added to the body modification room. I added mirrors inside to show the person inside what the body is going to look like before the process is completed. I also changed the room name to be more… enticing and inviting. The new name was Sanctum of Transformation.

“Perfect.”

Smiling in satisfaction, I took a step back, admiring the result of my hard work. The room was spacious, with a high ceiling and a large platform in the center, surrounded by intricate carvings and etchings depicting acts of transformation. The walls were lined with mirrors, creating a surreal, dizzying effect, as if the reflections were moving on their own. 

The floor was covered in soft, plush carpet, ensuring that anyone who stepped foot inside the room would feel comfortable. I also made sure to keep privacy for the people inside the room, so I added small dressing rooms, where the follower could feel less nervous about the process and the people’s eyes.

I also added a small system to the temple. Each person will be able to select their name, the real one or a hidden one if they want, their race, gender, their points, and their rank inside the temple, going from guest to acolyte, then to priest, bishop, and archbishop, each one with more access and special treatment. I left the position of the High Priestess exclusive to my daughter Luna—at least for now. Maybe I’ll add more later if needed.

“Phew.”

With that out of the way, I walked out of the Sanctum of Transformation and made my way back to the main hall, yet I didn’t linger much in it and my feet swiftly carried me towards a massive gold and red door right behind the altar. The door was visible only to me and those I allowed inside.

“Ahh… My divine quarters.”

With a satisfied smirk, I took a moment to soak in the grandeur of my divine quarters. The air was thick with the scent of incense, a heady mix of sandalwood, and something… darker, more primal. The hall was huge, the size was twice that of the main hall. I guess since I like big dicks, my private area should be huge. 

The interior was decorated in a luxurious and decadent fashion, befitting a god of debauchery. The walls were lined with lavish furniture, and erotic paintings, all showing me doing various sexual acts—some were even hentai drawings. The floors were covered in soft carpets, and the ceiling was… in fact, I couldn’t see the ceiling. Red and purple clouds and colorful candles floated around, obscuring the view.

“Hmm… why is this sight so familiar?”

Anyway, I ignored the clouded ceiling and shifted my gaze to the—again—massive pool.

The pool was the centerpiece of the room, a sprawling expanse of shimmering, iridescent water that seemed to glow with an otherworldly light. Much like the green veins, and the red and purple flowers all over the faraway edge of the pool, the water itself was warm to the touch, inviting and soothing. The edges of the pool were lined with smooth, polished stone, and… sigh… did I say the word massive before?

Yeah… in the middle of the pool stood a huge statue of me—three to be more exact—three statues of my naked body, standing back to back, their hands locked in a prayer position, their expressions serene, as if they were meditating, and their eyes were closed.

The middle one was me with a big pregnant belly, the right, my female form with a pussy, and the left one was me, the futa with an erect cock. The statues were beautiful, perfect, and… a little too large. Maybe all gods like a superior size, who knows?

“Hmm?” I narrowed my eyes, gazing a little down, noticing that the stone basin was empty. It was supposed to be filled with water flowing from the statues, however, there was water everywhere.

“AH!… I got an idea.”

With a stupid, shit-eating grin plastered across my face, I leaped into the empty stone basin, my divine form landing with a soft thud against the smooth, polished surface. The basin was cold beneath me, and I could feel a faint thrum of power radiating from the stone, urging me to do what I had in mind as if the temple itself read my thoughts.

“Okay… Okay… I’ll fill you up,” I muttered, wrapping my hands around my already erect cock. “I’ll be filling you up real good.”

Taking a deep breath, I began stroking my shaft, slowly at first, savoring the feeling. The smooth, silky skin slid effortlessly over the throbbing length, sending ripples of pleasure through my body. I could feel the divine energy gathering within the base of my rod, coiling like a serpent ready to strike. My strokes grew faster, and more frantic, and I could feel the pressure building inside me, threatening to burst.

The sensation was overwhelming and intoxicating. I could feel the pleasure mounting with each passing second. I increased the tempo, my hands a blur as they stroked my throbbing member, and I could feel the orgasm approaching, a tidal wave of ecstasy waiting to crash down upon me. Or inside the basin for that matter… Hehehe.

“Aaaaaaaahhhhhh!”

With a mighty roar, I came, my seed spurting out in thick, white ropes, coating the inner basin with my cum. The divine energy surged through me, and I used it to turn my balls into a factory, filling the basin with an endless torrent of jizz.

“Ohhh, fuck!”

The feeling was incredible—the release, the euphoria—and I could feel the tension, the stress, melting away. The pleasure was so intense, so exquisite, that I almost passed out, my knees buckling under the onslaught of sensations. This was my first time using my energy like this, extending my release, and the feeling was truly something.

“Ahhh~… Fuck! Yes!” I let out a long sigh mixed with a moan, my cock twitching, spraying the last few drops of cum. As long as I had divine energy, I could keep cumming for hours, if not days.

“Shit… I could get addicted to this.”

Panting, I took a moment to compose myself before looking around the massive, not-empty-anymore basin, now filled with a pool of white. The sight was strangely pleasing, a symbol of my power and dominance, and I couldn’t help but chuckle, wondering what kind of ritual would be performed here.

“Well… it will be a great source of nutrition for my followers,” I said, letting out a soft sigh. “At least for the most faithful ones.”

Shaking my head, I climbed out of the basin and walked towards the center of the pool, my bare feet sloshing through the warm, bubbling water. Ahead, a long luxurious red couch stood, beckoning me to sit. The couch was large, long, and wide enough for three or four people. The surface was made of the softest, most comfortable leather, and the pillows were made of the finest silk.

“This is the best.”

Sitting on the couch, I leaned back, relaxing in the comfort and luxury. The feeling was so good, that my eyes drooped, and I could feel sleep tugging at me, begging me to let go. However, I didn’t. Not yet, at least.

“Herma, now that I have a temple, can you show me how many faith points I would gain?” I asked with a tired sigh.

[Of course, Morgana.] Herma’s voice echoed in my mind, and a new window appeared in front of me.

[Expected Faith Points: 520 per month.]

“…”

“What? Only 520?”

“Is that the correct amount?” I couldn’t believe it. I have thousands of kids; if I calculated with just one point for each person, I should be receiving around 18k, and to my fucked-up luck, the points were per month, not per day as I thought they would be.

[The amount is correct, Morgana,] Herma replied.

“Are you sure? Maybe the calculation is wrong.”

[…]

[You’re welcome to calculate them yourself,] Herma spoke, and I somehow could feel the hint of smugness in her tone.

“Uhhh… No, thank you. I’m not good with numbers.” I scratched the back of my head, slightly embarrassed. Why? No fucking idea. It was similar to a student questioning his teacher after solving one math problem, or a dumb idiot, after reading one or two books, questioning the writer.

“So what’s the deal? Why is the amount so low?”

[The reason is simple, Morgana.]

[Your offspring still think of you as their mother, not their goddess,] Herma explained. [At the moment, only one is worshiping you.]

“I see.”

That makes sense. After all, they are my children, and the idea of them worshiping me is just… strange. Not that I don’t want them to. It will happen sooner or later.

“Wait a second.” I paused, realizing something important. “If only one is worshiping me, how the hell do I get 520 faith points per month?”

[The followers of the goddess Lilith.]

“Eh?” I blinked, taken aback by the sudden answer, not expecting Lilith to be mentioned.

[Morgana, you inherited everything Lilith owns in this world. Her worshipers are now yours. They are linked to you now, and their faith will belong to you.]

“I-I see.”

I wasn’t expecting such an answer, and it took me a moment to fully comprehend the implications of Herma’s words. Lilith’s followers were now mine, and their faith would belong to me. It was a strange feeling, a mixture of power and responsibility, and I couldn’t help but wonder what I would do with them. I believed they were still worshiping Lilith, and I had no idea how to explain this situation to them.

I can’t just pop out of nowhere and say: Hey guys, I’m the new owner of this world and your new god, don’t mind it and switch to worshiping me instead.

No way in hell that’s going to work. Faith is a dangerous and powerful thing. Not many would be able to change their beliefs easily, and I’m not sure how to approach Lilith’s followers.

[You could pretend that you’re still the same goddess they knew, just taking a different form,] Herma spoke, voicing her opinion.

“Yeah… That might work,” I muttered, nodding my head slowly.

While I was forming a plan inside my head, a sudden itch erupted in my right ear. The first time, I ignored it and just flicked my ears, yet the itch remained and only grew.

“What the…”

My right ear kept getting more and more itchy, and I couldn’t resist the urge to scratch it. As I scratched, the itchiness intensified, and soon the sensation was unbearable. However, suddenly, a strange phenomenon occurred inside my temple.

“What are these?” I wondered, watching with wide eyes as small golden bubbles of light began to gather around me, floating and popping, creating a beautiful, sparkling spectacle.

“This is soooo cute.” Slowly, I reached out, attempting to touch the biggest and the brightest one of them. “What are they?”

[They are the prayers of your followers, Morgana.]

“Eh?” I was stunned. The tiny gold bubbles were the prayers of my followers?

Unfortunately, I didn’t have the time to think or ask more about it. The moment the tip of my fingers touched the big bubble, a powerful suction force erupted, dragging my vision through space and time until I found myself standing inside some type of ruin.

“Oh, dear goddess.”

Suddenly, I heard a female voice behind me. Swiftly turning around, I saw a figure in a black robe kneeling in front of a damaged altar.

‘What is that?’ I asked myself, staring at the object that lay on the altar. The object was clearly the egg of some creature. I was about to approach when the figure spoke again.

“Goddess, please forgive me. This humble one is lost, and I have no other choice but to ask for your guidance.”

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