V blinked up at Morgana, the goddess’s words sinking into her mind like warm honey.

‘Little sister?’ For a split second, V’s brain short-circuited again, sputtering and wheezing in confusion.

‘Wait, what little sister?! Did she mean—? Oh gods, she’s talking about my…!’

Face burning anew, V opened her mouth to protest—to say No, no, no, please don’t call it that! Please don’t look at it! Please let me die of embarrassment first!—but all that came out was a tiny, pathetic squeak.

Morgana only smiled brighter, impossibly gentle, and patient, as if V were a precious, trembling rabbit caught in a snare of her own making.

“So shy,” the goddess cooed lovingly, running her fingers down V’s arms, sending shivers with every featherlight touch. “Don’t be ashamed, my darling. Every part of you is sacred. Every inch, a treasure.”

She leaned in, her silvery hair trailing over V’s wet skin like whispers of stardust.

“You deserve to be adored, and loved,” Morgana whispered, “properly.”

V didn’t know if it was the heat of the water or Morgana’s words that made her feel dizzy, but she was sure her legs might give out at any second. Her heart pounded so loudly that she was sure even the gods beyond the stars could hear it.

“But… I’m not…” V mumbled weakly, hands clutching the water, trying to hide herself instinctively.

“Beautiful,” Morgana finished for her, voice full of absolute certainty. She reached down and with divine care, cupped V’s chin, forcing the assassin to meet her crimson gaze.

“You are mine. My daughter. Therefore, you are perfect.”

“!!!” Something inside V cracked—no, not cracked, shattered. The defenses she’d built up over a lifetime, the armor of indifference and practicality, all of it melted away under that gaze. Under that sweet voice.

And she realized, maybe it wasn’t a weakness to want to believe her.

Morgana’s hands moved with slow, reverent tenderness. She gathered scented oils in her palms and rubbed them together, warming them before she lowered them to V’s hips.

V stiffened reflexively, but Morgana simply massaged in slow circles, soothing and worshipping her body, not judging, not rushing, just… cherishing.

“We’ll make you feel brand new,” Morgana promised in a low murmur, “outside… and inside.”

V swallowed hard, blinking rapidly, trying to keep herself from drowning in emotions she didn’t know how to name. Part of her wanted to cry. Part of her wanted to bolt. But an even stronger part—one she hadn’t even known existed—simply wanted to curl into Morgana’s arms and belong.

‘Was that… was that really so bad? To belong somewhere? To someone?’ she kept asking herself.

The goddess’s fingers traced lazy, loving patterns along V’s thighs, her touch so respectful, so careful, it was almost chaste—but somehow, that made it all the more intense.

V bit her lip, squeezing her eyes shut.

‘Don’t fall apart. Not yet. Hold it together just a little longer…’

V felt herself tremble, a white-hot desire crawling its way up her spine. As if her body couldn’t help but respond, aching to her ‘Mother’ touch.

‘Maybe… maybe if I close my eyes, it will be fine. Maybe…’

“You’ve been so strong for so long,” Morgana whispered, reading her like an open book. “But you don’t have to fight anymore. Not here. Not with me.”

“…”

With trembling hands, V reached out on instinct—and Morgana caught them easily, threading their fingers together. The warmth and the intimacy of the gesture brought fresh tears to the female assassin’s eyes.

“There we go,” Morgana praised, her voice rich and soothing. “Such a good girl.”

Another tiny, broken sound escaped V’s throat, and she let herself sag forward into Morgana’s embrace. The goddess caught her easily, gathering her up against her bare, slick body like cradling a newborn.

“There’s my precious flower,” Morgana murmured, stroking wet hair back from V’s forehead. “Let it all go. Cry, scream, sleep… whatever you need. Mother is here.”

V didn’t even realize she was crying until she tasted salt on her lips. Hot, silent tears poured from her honey-brown eyes, and she buried her face in Morgana’s collarbone, too overwhelmed to speak.

And Morgana held her.

Rocked her gently.

Sang a wordless, ancient lullaby into her hair. For the first time in what felt like forever, V let go.

She let someone else carry the weight.

And it felt… It felt good. It felt right like returning home after years and years of wandering. It felt like safety. It felt like family. And though the shadows of her old, darker self would return soon enough, at that moment all that mattered to her was how perfectly their two bodies fit together, how gentle was the hand petting her head and the gentle caress of the hot water between them.

…

A few minutes later.

“Are you calm now?” Morgana asked her sweetly. V raised her tear-stained face and smiled at the woman who had become her mother so recently. “Y…yes…I’m sorry about earlier.”

Morgana gazed down at her new daughter lovingly, her hands gently holding her head.

“There is no need to apologize. All of those feelings are normal. Don’t worry,” the silver-haired goddess spoke with a sweet voice while slowly massaging the assassin’s face, working on her eyes. “I shall guide and take care of you until the end of your days. My daughter.”

V wanted to thank her. But, when she tried to talk again, the gentle massage was so pleasant that a tiny groan of happiness came out from her throat instead.

‘Gods! Aaaaah~. That feels amazing…’

Feeling a warm flush heat her ears and cheeks, the female assassin shook the blush away. Only for a moment, the blushing returned, when Morgana dropped her on the edge of the pool and was about to spread her legs.

“Cough…” V coughed and splashed to her feet, “w-what are you…?”

“Huh?” Morgana only tilted her head at the question. “Oh… Ahem… my child, do not be so naive, a lady always needs to shave the region down there, a haircut for the sacred garden.”

V wanted nothing more than to bury her head into the ground like a mole, dig deep into the soil, and disappear from existence—or in this case the shame—in her own thinking—of the lovely thick forest down her honeypot.

“I… I’m not the type who shaved… you know down there… and when I have a mission that requires shaving I just use spells.”

“Well my daughter,” Morgana said, using her divine energy she created many intimacy tools, “The first shave is always special and for you is more special since a goddess is going to do it for you so relax, put your trust in mother. Okay?”

“!!!” V blinked once, then twice. And that was when the monkeys in her brain ran around crazy, her honey eyes darted from left to right in search of an escape, but nothing. Her thoughts spiraled a hundred miles an hour. And before she knew it.

Her legs spread wide and Morgana’s face was inches away from her hairy pussy.

‘This is too much,’ V was about to say something, anything, but before she could, Morgana spoke first.

“What a cute pussy~” the goddess purred. “You are much sexier than you realize… and oh I see you had fun before.”

“Boyfriend?” she added without lifting an eye.

‘NO FUCKING WAY! DID SHE KNOW THAT TOO?!?! WHAT THE FUUUUCK?! HOW!? MY PRIVACY!?! RIGHTS FOR FEMALES!?!!!?!??!?!?!’ The assassin screamed in her mind while looking away as her new mother played a little bit with her little sister.

“Sigh,” giving up on everything V let out a deep sigh, and decided to go with the flow and enjoy, she kinda liked Morgana and these new strange feelings.

“No, not a boyfriend…” she answered the question, sharing more of her past, she just felt the need to say everything.

“It was a part of my training.”

“Training?” Morgana wondered as she began cutting the little sister’s hair down to the roots. “Tell me more.”

….

For the next twenty minutes, the assassin explained the horrors of her ‘training’. And for once, the monkeys in the brain were silent.

V knew nothing but the organization, from a young age she and kids at her age were put into a hellish camp. Everyone had to train, fight, run, and study, and everything was monitored, food, books, and sleep time was limited. And everything was controlled.

There was no such thing as friends and love in the camp. Or family. In fact, no one even knew these words or their meaning. All they knew was that they must train and become assassins or simply die.

Numbers instead of names were given, and no one in that camp had parents nor knew anything about their mothers or fathers or their past, their identity was completely erased. The organization owned the kids there, each had different skills and was treated and trained in accordance with them.

V was the kid number 5 and she managed to survive for a long time. Even though her appearance was that of a young twenty-year-old, V’s real age was forty.

“Really? You’re forty?!” Morgana was shocked.

“Yes Mom, I look that good. Ahahaha,” V chuckled, enjoying the look on Morgana’s face. “I don’t know why but I age slowly.”

“Amazing!” Morgana gave a bright smile before waving her hand in the air making some gestures that confused V for a moment.

‘Oh,’ what Morgana was doing was using the map of the temple that showed everyone inside, with all of their details, including race. And that’s when she found out that V wasn’t completely human. She had elven blood running through her veins.

‘No wonder she aged slowly,’ she thought as she understood that one of her great, great grandparents must have been an elf, dark elf to be specific.

“Hm? What’s wrong sweetie?” Morgana asked, seeing the sad but furious look of the girl, clearly recalling something.

“They cast me away, they sent me to my doom all because I wanted to retire and have a normal life,” V snarled, she hated the organization that didn’t feel gratitude for the things she did, they were evil, wicked people.

“I want revenge but…” her voice trailed off, eyes glaring a hole through the ground. “I’m too weak to stand up against them…”

“Do you need strength?” Morgana spoke, and the heavy and serious tone of her voice snapped V from her daze.

“Huh?” the young assassin wondered where her new ‘Mom’ was going with this. But all of that was thrown out the window when she saw Morgana’s face only mere inches away from hers, giving a very sexy predator smile.

“I can give you strength but…” Morgana spoke again, her smile widened showing all of her pretty white teeth, but V’s focus was on the pointy sharp fangs that suddenly appeared.

“… are you ready to give up your humanity and become my first daywalker?”

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