Chapter 287: Blood Depravity

V’s entire form quivered atop Morgana, her freshly honed fangs still sunk deep within the goddess’s pale throat. Each draw of divine blood ignited scorching torrents of pleasure, cascading through her veins. The climax that had shattered her sanity moments ago was only the beginning—a spark that had ignited an inferno of depraved hunger she could neither control nor deny.

Her hips rolled instinctively against Morgana’s, the friction of their bodies sending sparks of raw, primal need through her core. The taste of Morgana’s blood was no longer just sustenance; it was lust, power, and a forbidden communion that made V’s soul howl for more.

She craved more. More life. More pleasure. More darkness. More blood. And always MORE!

Only Morgana possessed the power to quench this newfound thirst.

Morgana moaned breathlessly, letting her head drop back, hair spilling over the polished marble as her naked, trembling form lay utterly defenseless beneath her own daughter.

Helpless. Exposed. Yielding.

V felt something shifting inside her, seeing a goddess so vulnerable beneath her—especially a goddess whose every touch set V’s nerves alight. She felt it; an eager, desperate pulse of primordial, divine essence, that begged her for more.

An eternal heartbeat that was calling out her name.

Something, V had no doubt, that would bind them closer, make their bond a thousand times deeper—more intimate than flesh or bone could ever achieve.

“Mother,” V whispered hoarsely, reluctantly pulling away to meet Morgana’s gaze, her lips stained scarlet, her eyes dark with raw need. The word fell from her mouth like a prayer—a plea of surrender. “I—I can’t stop. I need you.”

“Then don’t stop, my darling,” Morgana replied. She lifted one hand to stroke V gently over her cheek, a loving touch that made V shiver, despite the roaring flames of hunger in her stomach. “Take everything. Let me show you what it means to be mine.”

With a feral urgency, V surged forward again, fiercer, hungrier, her every sense honing in on the rush of blood under Morgana’s pale skin. This time, instead of sinking her fangs into her neck, she claimed Morgana’s full lower lip. Their kiss, a violent, desperate clash of fangs and tongues, blood mingling as they devoured each other. V’s hands were everywhere—gripping, clawing, worshipping—while Morgana’s fingers tangled in V’s silver hair, pulling just hard enough to make her gasp. The pain only heightened the pleasure, a delicious spiral that sent V spiraling deeper into her depravity.

Their bodies moved as one, a dance of dominance and submission, each touch a claim, each moan a vow. V’s hips rocked against Morgana’s thigh, the friction sending shockwaves through her core, while Morgana’s hands guided her, urging her to let go, to embrace the abyss of her new existence.

And surrender, V did.

She threw away her last remaining shreds of restraint and lost herself in the throbbing, aching, pulsing waves that threatened to consume her. She yielded entirely, knowing without question that Morgana would catch her.

Her trust in the goddess—in her new mother—was infinite, her love boundless.

“Ahh~fuck!!!” Morgana, unable to hold back, grew a nice juicy, thick cock down there and slapped it teasingly against V’s dripping wet pussy before spreading her trembling thighs wide.

“HMM!…no… wait, AHHHH!” The young vampire tried to protest but was far too slow.

PAT!

A single thrust and Morgana was sheathed to the hilt, her cock buried so deep inside her new daughter, so perfect, as though she were carved solely for this purpose.

The impact tore a scream from V’s throat—half pain, half rapture—as Morgana’s cock stretched her to the limit, claiming the virginity of her new body and filling her so completely she could barely breathe.

Her back arched, fingers digging into Morgana’s shoulders hard enough to draw blood, her fangs bared in a silent, shuddering cry. Every nerve was on fire, every thought obliterated by the brutal, perfect invasion.

PAT!

Morgana didn’t give her time to adjust.

With a groan that bordered on worship, the goddess rolled her hips, dragging herself almost entirely out before slamming back in, the wet slap of skin echoing through the chamber. V’s vision whited out. The stretch was unbearable, the pleasure unbearable, the need unbearable. She was being split apart, remade, ruined—claimed.

“M-Mother—!” she choked out, but Morgana silenced her with another searing kiss, swallowing her whimpers as she set a relentless pace. Each thrust was a punishment, a benediction, a promise. V could feel every vein, every pulse of that monstrous cock inside her, rubbing against walls that had never been touched so deeply. Her own arousal gushed around Morgana’s length, her body betraying her with how eagerly it took every inch.

“You feel divine… Take me,” Morgana commanded, her voice low and sultry, her hips rolling in a rhythm that drove V wild. “Take everything I am. We were meant for this, V. You were meant to be mine.”

V couldn’t argue. She had been made for this—for her.

“YES!… Mother,” V moaned, her voice hitching as her walls clenched around Morgana. “Oh gods, mother—please—don’t stop.”

Morgana’s hands gripped her hips, guiding her into a brutal rhythm, their bodies crashing together in a frenzy of teeth and sweat and blood. V’s fangs ached, her hunger for Morgana’s essence only growing as pleasure coiled tighter and tighter in her core. She needed more—more blood, more cock, more of her mother’s darkness.

With a desperate snarl, she buried her fangs back into Morgana’s throat, drinking deep as the goddess fucked her senseless. The dual sensations were too much—the thick, unrelenting thrusts below, the intoxicating flood of divine blood above—and V’s body began to convulse, her orgasm crashing over her like a tidal wave.

‘Oh shit… shit…shit…so big…I’m dying’ the monkeys in the brain were now fucking each other. V couldn’t believe a cock could reach that far. No one had ever reached that far before. Even if they did, V didn’t feel the pleasure before thanks to the organization’s training. But now a forty-year build-up was coming out from the vault.

“KYAAAAAAAAHHHH!!” She let out an inhuman scream when another climax hit her like a truck, followed by a scream when Morgana sank her own sharp fangs into her neck, feeding on her blood.

The two slipped into a bloody depravity haze for hours, locked in an endless cycle of pleasure, drinking blood from each other, and instead of semen, Morgana was shooting blood from her cock deep inside V’s hungry womb. After all, she was a vampire, and blood was far more sexy and lethal than semen, at least for now.

After what felt like an eternity, the two broke apart, both panting and gasping, their bodies trembling and sweat-slicked.

They could taste the coppery blood in each other’s mouths, could hear the racing, thrumming heartbeats in their chests, could feel the scorching heat in their bellies—and the unspoken devotion binding them like an unbreakable thread.

Morgana gazed down at her daughter, taking in her disheveled hair, her glazed eyes, and the big, perfectly crafted pair of bat wings now protruding from her shoulders.

“They suit you,” Morgana remarked with a smug grin, one which V couldn’t help but mirror. The wings felt right like she had never lived without them. But what she loved the most was the thick cock that was still buried inside her.

“Ahh~… I truly missed a lot in life,” V couldn’t help but moan with a tone full of longing. “This is way better.”

“Of course!” Morgana exclaimed proudly. “And don’t forget that I’m a goddess of breeding, sex, lust, pleasure, and other stuff.”

“Yes~ Mommy, I know,” V murmured, gazing up at Morgana with sheer adoration. “You have given me everything. Your kindness, your love, your acceptance. All the things the organization kept away from me…”

“We’ll make them pay, V,” the silver-haired goddess spoke, the fire in her eyes burning so much that it could burn the whole world. “With blood.”

Morgana can forgive many things, big or small, based on her mood only. However, one of the things that Morgana can never forgive is:

Denying the pleasure from others.

It’s a horrible crime, with no exceptions. And if you’re not going to allow others to express their nature freely, then you can burn alive in hell with no release.

This was a dark thought coming from a sweet, caring, and kind goddess like her. Yet her rage and hatred for anyone who deprived other people of the right to love and pleasure were vast and unstoppable. No one can do it. No one could save them if Morgana had already chosen to destroy someone.

“But before that, you need to train,” said the silver-haired goddess and stood up.

“Where?” asked the young Daywalker, but Morgana didn’t reply and simply placed a hand on her shoulder, teleporting both of them to a wide foggy space inside the nightmare tower.

“Hm?… A pure demi-human?” V said in surprise, seeing a dog man chained to a pillar in the middle of the room. This dog was the same Doberman who dared to disrespect a goddess in her own domain.

“The most important thing for you as a vampire is blood,” Morgana spoke, ignoring the dog. She wanted to personally punish him, but now she needed a live target to teach her new daughter the way of blood.

“Vampire drain allows you to suck the blood out of your victims without even touching them.”

“I see,” said the female assassin before raising her hand in a snake gesture. She did as her mother instructed her and opened her palm. A second later, a small red circle appeared in front of her.

“Now to the difficult part, you need to control the amount of blood or…”

SPLASH!

“…or the victim could explode.”

Before Morgana finished her explanation, the dog man exploded and splattered everywhere in the room with blood.

“Oops,” V mumbled cutely. “Sorry, Mother.”

“…” Morgana simply stared at the mess that her daughter just made, before pulling from her inventory a nice flat stick.

“Show me your ass.”

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