Chapter 290: Luna’s Holy Rebirth

Ba-dump!….Ba-dump!

The temple’s heartbeat thundered around us, a lustful symphony that shook the living walls, each pulse a testament to its eagerness to embrace its new High Priestess. The altar beneath us kept glowing in a golden hue, pulsating in rhythm with the lifeblood flowing between Luna and me.

And OH! Bloody hell, for the past five minutes, I did nothing but pump every single fluid I had on me into my beloved daughter.

Oh, sweet sins carved into stone and sealed in sweat and cries of bliss! This was the sweetest ritual that I could hope for. I connected to my beautiful wolf daughter on a level no one could hope to compete with.

I already lost count of the orgasms wracking Luna’s body thirty seconds into the ritual, her thighs slick and sticky, her cheeks glistening with tears of pure, agonized bliss.

Ba-dump!

Went to the temple again, deeper now, richer, as if the sacred walls themselves were gasping in ecstasy. My fingers dug into Luna’s hips, nails crescenting into her skin slick with holy dew and unholy heat, her body anointed with every spasm of my devotion.

Rich milk flowed through the two tentacles, from my breasts to hers, the never-ending torrent of white hot cum that I pumped through all available holes, pussy, and anus, using my two cocks, her mouth using Hunger’s tentacle transferring the seed from the inside of my testicles, straight to her starving little stomach.

And let me tell you the amount Luna consumed was at least one hundred times more than my entire cum journey from the day I awoke into this world. It was understandable since that would help in her ascension as my high priestess.

The way it works was simple in complexity but hard to accomplish. The real tricky part was to keep injecting the divine essences necessary into my dear daughter so she could fully benefit and ascend as a Demi-god. And in my humble experience, not many gods could keep up with the high demand of essence or even give any for that matter, too selfish, too arrogant to share their essence, hoarding their power like a fucking miser.

Fortunately for Luna, I was her mother first before a goddess. And for her, I’d burn every drop of my being. My mana and blood fueled the ritual, blazing through my veins as I poured myself into her, a willing sacrifice for her transcendence.

‘Damn… she’s sucking me dry,’ I thought to myself while a wild grin spread across my face, laced with lust and a touch of glorious madness. The idea of being drained like this—literally, for the first time—sent a thrill through my chest, making my heart pound and my cocks throb harder.

Did I stop? Hell no…. why would I do such…. stupidity. And stop cumming inside her three holes. In fact, I was happily continuing the flow, making the wolf girl, no, my dear, beloved daughter, a very, happy slut, not just with the cum filling her like an insane overfilled condom or the thick, juicy, slimy, lovable cock in her ass and pussy. But also by the giant breasts filling her hungry, famished tits? Nipples? You get the idea, I was feeding her that much necessary to finalize this glorious ritual.

And It was working.

The altar drank it all—my seed, her screams, the mingling breath of our heresy—glowing brighter with every wet collision until I thought the damn thing might crack and birth a new god from the friction alone. It was the true architect of her transformation, channeling my essence to reforge Luna’s body, her soul, her very existence. The more I gave, the closer she came to divinity.

“Mother…” Luna whimpered, her voice trembling through the tentacle’s relentless feeding, her words slurred with bliss. “I can feel it… the temple… it’s inside me too.”

And it was. The temple’s rhythm was hers now, her heartbeat mine, and mine bled into the divine. The hum swelled to a deafening crescendo, filling my veins, urging me to give more, to push harder, to make her more. The scent of crimson and purple flowers couldn’t mask us anymore; we were the flowers, our bodies the nectar, our union the ritual itself.

Every thrust, every pulse, was history rewriting itself. This wasn’t blasphemy. It was Ascension.

“Luna Nosferat,” I roared, my voice a divine thunderclap that shook the temple’s core, the vines trembling as they curled tighter around her. “My firstborn, my chosen, my perfect slut—open yourself completely! Accept my essence, my power, my love! Ascend as my High Priestess, my demi-goddess, my eternal legacy!”

“Y-Yes, Goddess!” she screamed, her muffled cry raw with devotion, her body arching off the altar, thighs trembling as they locked around my waist, pulling me deeper. “I’m yours! Fill me! Make me divine!”

With a primal snarl, I unleashed everything. My cocks erupted with a flood of divine seed, thicker, hotter, more potent than ever, filling her pussy and ass until her belly glowed, swollen with life and power. The tentacle in her mouth surged, drowning her in cream, while my milk poured through our connected breasts, flooding her with nourishment. Her womb tattoo blazed, a crimson supernova that bathed the temple in its radiant light, and her entire body convulsed, claws tearing into my back, tail thrashing as she came with a force that shook the altar, her pussy and ass gushing divine fluids that soaked the golden stone in a sacred deluge.

“YESSS!” she wailed, the sound breaking through the tentacle’s flood, her body trembling as the divine energy rewrote her core. The temple roared its heartbeat a triumphant anthem, the walls pulsing in time with her climax, embracing its new High Priestess.

I didn’t stop. I kept thrusting, kept filling, kept feeding her until I began bleeding through my nose, ears, and eyes, and I saw my hands begin to crack like glass that was about to shatter.

Even that didn’t stop me. In fact that made me only drive my body harder, The cracks spread like lightning across my skin, golden light seeping through the fractures as my divine essence bled into the air—into her. My vision blurred, but I didn’t need eyes to see Luna’s transformation. I felt it.

Ba-dump!

With one final strong heartbeat coming from the altar, Luna’s entire body was enveloped by a bright flash of gold, marking the completion of the ritual. Her body began to float above the altar, slipping from my cocks, and tentacles, still pulsing with cum and milky substance, but as much as my mind begged me to fuck and fill her again, and how tempting her cute asshole was to plunge once more in my length. I simply couldn’t, I was too damn exhausted and suffering from multiple injuries, the result of using my own blood as an energy source.

But it was all worth it.

My firstborn wolf daughter had been reborn into a demi-god.

Luna was always a beautiful woman, she had the raven-like hair and fur of her wolf mother Rhea and my crimson sharp eyes. and unlike her sister Ember whose body was slightly muscular like that of a warrior, Luna was more soft and thick, in simple words she has a slutty body, nice curves, wide hips, and big pair of breasts, thanks to my horny genes.

And now that adorable wolf girl had turned into a voluptuous, tall woman, every inch of her body was the perfect mixture of seductive, intimidating, elegant, and confident. A goddess in her own right. And to make it even sexier, she was now more human.

The soft fur was gone, along with the wolf-like arms and legs, the only thing that remained and could give out her true race, was the fluffy tail and the pointy wolf ears. She could still shift to her old wolf form or take a fully human form. That would help her a lot in her new position since a human form is the most confusing one.

Gods like the concept of using disguises, and being human is the most common thing. As I read in the Nexus before, more people who deal with divine beings on a daily basis treat humans carefully, since they can’t really tell which of them is a normal mortal and which is divine.

“Congratulations, Luna… ” I spoke, my voice was dry like a desert, yet I forced a smile upon my face, I just wanted her to see, and remember this moment and hold on to it forever.

“Mom!” Luna yelled, rushing to me upon seeing my sorry state, it wasn’t that bad, just some minor things like nose, eyes, and ears bleeding. Or the cracking of my skin, nothing important and not even life-threatening. A day or two and I’ll be fine.

“Mother..” her scarlet eyes gazed down in concern, “Why didn’t you tell me It was going to drain you?! I’m very sorry”

“It’s fine…” I managed to whisper, giving her hand a slight squeeze.

I won’t lie and tell her that it was a piece of cake, what we did was far harder than anything I attempted before, and with far more danger, not even counting my energy deprivation or that it could’ve ended wrong.

“Don’t worry, nothin—”

DING!

[WARNING! WARNING! WARNING!]

Before I could finish the sentence a red system alert appeared in front of me.

“Herma!?” I exclaimed, startled, demanding the system to explain herself.

[WARNING!]

[An Unknown existence is attempting to open a rift inside your domain]

[Morgana, you must stop it immediately, or you’ll risk exposing your existence to the other gods in this world]

“Oh for fuck sake, can’t I have a small rest without a 20-inch dick barging in!”

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