Chapter 304: In My Name I Bless

“In my name I bless these young couple with a four nights and three days stamina,” I said, waving my hand, sending my divine energy into a small golden light orb floating in front of me.

“May their holy breeding be prosperous and fruitful, blessed be.”

“AMEN!”

Ding!

[You have answered the prayer of your followers]

[+10 Faith point]

“Ahh~… being a goddess isn’t easy,” I exhaled, leaning back on my throne with a comfortable sigh.

After the small chat with Lora, I spent two hours answering the prayers of my followers—Lilith’s old worshipers—doing what I could to help them and earn a few faith points in the process. Since there will be a meeting of gods next month, I need to reach and pass the 5000 requirements for ranking up. You never know when you need points—Aka Nexus money—especially the items that V needs for our… secret plan.

It was a fun experience for me, answering the prayers of my worshipers, not to mention the sheer filthy pleasure I took in some of their requests. Since all of the prayers came from Lilith’s old followers—my kids still don’t understand the concept of praying—every single prayer was, of course, related to sex.

Lust and Pleasure to be specific. Lilith’s main concepts.

However, I noticed that my concepts began to influence my followers and the type of prayers I receive. After ten minutes of answering the lust prayers, I spotted one related to breeding—a young Cat-girl was praying to me, asking for a blessing so her mating night would be fruitful.

Ahhh~… What a lovely child. I can’t let that little pussy go without a blessing.

Another thing that really caught me by surprise was the fact I received a strange prayer. At first glance, I thought it wasn’t related to any of my aspects. However, when I took a moment hearing the prayer again and staring down at my body, all became crystal clear.

The prayer was but a humble breastmilk request from a mother who couldn’t nurse her child for the past two days because she was unable to produce any milk from her own breasts. Desperate, she asked for help. A divine help.

It was a unique prayer, totally breaking an hour routine. I have to say I was surprised—if not delighted—with it, and the cause of this prayer was my Holstaur form since I didn’t bother to change back to my human one. So being the all-nice Goddess I am, I gave my gracious cow milk blessing to the mother.

‘I wonder what type of prayers I would receive with my other form,’ I thought, but soon the 15 or so magical ethereal cocks impaling my two holes down there made me drop that line of thought.

“Ahh~… this is a nice way to pass working hours,” I moaned, my tail curling with satisfaction from the other prayers. The deep ones. The whispers made at night by desperate, lonely, or depraved mouths.

One in particular caught my eye. A single man kneeling naked under a moonlit tree, praying for “a night of unrestrained rutting with the woman of his dreams.” His breath fogged the air, sweat trailing down a body carved by hard labor, cock already stiff and twitching under the imagined weight of my hips. I could feel his desperation thrumming through the leyline.

Soo… You know where this was going.

“Oh, sweet mortals,” I purred, licking my lips as he and others with cocks fucked a manifestation of me in their dreams—each one taking turns, sometimes together, sometimes stacked, their dreamscape tangled all because I wanted to experience the feeling of 15 cocks at the same time in the pussy and ass.

A bonus of being a goddess is the ability to feel what my worshipers feel, to link my body to theirs, and damn! The pleasure was HOLY!

Ding!

[You have answered the prayer of your followers]

[+15 Faith point]

[The belief of one of your followers was strengthened]

[+22 Faith point]

[After experiencing the joy of nursing her child for the first time, your follower is now a devout believer]

[+30 Faith point]

“Ohh,” I raised an eyebrow, staring at the green notifications.

Unlike my—always silent assistant—The Nexus system gave me all kinds of information regarding the situation.

[…]

“Fuck off, Herma,” I hissed at my companion. “You promised to help me in the path of the horniest.”

[I’m sorry Morgana, I was—]

“Shh… I’m not talking to you until you come up with a horny idea.”

Anyway…

“Ahhh~… yes!” I turned my attention to the dreamland and the heat combo of all the cocks.

The spell I cast had no mercy, no escape. It was a divine wet dream that couldn’t be woken from—every squelch of slick divine flesh against mortal cock echoed across the ether. I let them feel my weight, my heat, my tightening grip as I milked them one by one. Some suckled at my overflowing tits while others knelt behind me, shoving themselves into my ass or licking between my thighs with frantic, worshipful need.

One particularly eager elf-boy whimpered as he thrust into my mouth, his trembling hands tangled in my horns. I sucked with a hunger that blurred the line between hunger and cruelty, tongue wrapped tight around his shaft, each swirl pulling a moan from his throat that ended in a wail.

“Good little toy,” I cooed when he came, flooding my throat with divine-dream cum. I didn’t let a drop spill. “Next.”

The line never ended. My dream-womb swelled with their weight. Every load pumped into my cunt or ass or mouth added to the rising ecstasy that shimmered through my real form on the throne—my legs spread wide, milk and slick pooling beneath me as I writhed in a haze of overlapping pleasure.

[+25 Faith Point]

[+20 Faith Point]

‘What a good way to farm points.’

“Yes… more…” I groaned, nails digging into the throne’s arms.

The mortal men, fueled by dream-ecstasy and divine stamina, doubled their pace, their voices cracking with need. “Goddess… please—please breed us—mark us—fill us—use us!”

And I did.

I burned my womb tattoo into every last one, the coven mark swirling with life over their groins. Blessed their cocks to never go soft for an entire month. Cursed their minds to remember every thrust, every drip of milk, every scream of mine echoing through their bones until the next full moon.

My horns sparked with orgasmic power as I came—both in dream and in waking—my body arched and soaked, my moans a sonic wave that shook the temple walls.

[+100 Faith Point]

Ding

[Hidden Achievement Unlocked: Lady of the Endless Night]

[Earn a thousand Faith points through sexual interactions with your followers]

[Raise the belief of ten followers to ‘Devoted’ through sexual interactions]

[Reward: A 20% chance to receive double the faith point when answering a sex-related prayer]

…

“Wow… a chance to have double faith!…. Now that’s divine economics,” I moaned, sprawled across my throne like a queen of chaos and cream, bathed in moonlight, milk, and cum-soaked bliss. My lips were parted, tongue lazily dragging across them as I savored the last echoes of shared climax vibrating through my mind and flesh, dream-thread still pulsing like a well-fucked heartbeat in the background.

My horns glowed with residual power, the spell still half-active, shimmering like veins of lustful lightning through the air. The floor beneath the throne was a divine mess—slick from my leaking pussy and the milk that wouldn’t stop flowing, pooling around the cushions, glistening like some obscene baptismal spring.

‘It’s good that my temple has self-cleaning.’

“Twenty percent chance…” I mused, wiggling my cum-stuffed hips and letting out a low, purring moan as I felt it leak down my thighs again. “Hmmmmm~… very good.”

After the rift incident and with the help of my new High Priestess Luna, a few of my kids began to see me as a goddess, contributing to my monthly faith salary? Yeah, salary… from 520 if I recall correctly to 1478 points. The catch was that I can’t receive the points until the next month, which was perfect for me at the moment.

I have thousands of offspring ready to be turned into worshipers and if I could do it before the meeting, my purse would be just as full as my tummy after a nice creamy fun.

Ding!

“Hmm?” Suddenly, my chat inbox notified me about a new private message and thinking it was from Lora, I immediately checked, only to find that it was from a user I almost forgot about.

[BarterBro: I’m deeply sorry for the late reply to your message, dear customer. I was extremely busy.]

Another message quickly followed.

[BarterBro: As for your request, yes, I still have the elf.]

[BarterBro: If you want, I could arrange a meeting to discuss a deal. Just tell me when.]

“About bloody time,” I hissed, annoyed. This user ‘BarterBro’ was the god or goddess who was selling the elf with the management skills I desperately needed.

I stared at the chat for a second before typing one single word.

[Morgana: Now]

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