Time passed as a blur, and before I knew it, a month had flown by.

A very productive month.

First and most importantly, I gave birth. Or should I say, I laid the dragon egg? The process was… well, complicated and painful to say the least. Even my divine breeder’s body couldn’t keep up with converting pain into pleasure this time, so I had to endure pushing a black-and-red egg the size of my entire goddamn body out of my goddamn cunt.

I’d tried to use ‘Growth’, thinking that if I made my body bigger, it would make things easier. The logic was sound. The reality? The damn egg grew with me, like it was mocking me with perfect synchronization.

Fuck!… I came like fifty times from the sheer pressure in my womb, my muscles convulsing again and again as my pussy expanded, breaking thresholds of width five separate times just to let the egg pass through the birth canal. And that wasn’t even the worst part—oh no—the damn egg had a rough, pointy surface, each bump and ridge dragging along my stretched inner walls like it wanted to etch its existence into my body forever.

Pain. Pleasure. Pain. Pleasure. Pain. EGG!

‘Shit… I’m horny again.’

Ahem… anyway, the dragon egg is now safely hidden in my temple, tucked right next to my bedroom, resting on a velvet pedestal under protective wards and waiting to be hatched.

‘Dragon cock… Sob… Please hurry up, I can’t take it anymore!’

ANYWAY!… A few days after that ordeal, I noticed something strange when I checked my status window.

……

Name: Morgana Nosferat

Title: The Mother of Wolves. The Administrator. The Mother of Spiders. The Goddess of Breeding, Blood, War, and Night. Cockbreaker

Race: Breeder

Gender: Futa

Class: The Mother of All

Rank: Bronze Rank Goddess

Level: 80

Experience: 1594/31600

Health: 6250/6250

Mana: 12000/12000

Stamina: 6250/6250

Divine Energy: 9000/9000

Faith: 9856

Pregnancy Status: Not Pregnant (Hidden: World tree)

Skill: [D Return] [Breeder’s D Form] [D Egg Transfer] [D Charm] [D Pregnancy Control] [D Seed and Egg Sack] [D Futanarization] [Unbreakable D Will] [D Take and Give] [D Womb Crest] [D Influence] [Essence Void Vault (D)] [Divine Breeding Dominion]

Passive Skill: [Breeder’s D Body] [D Fertile Body] [D Birth Recovery] [Offspring’s D Loyalty] [D Lactation] [Lustful D Pheromone] [D Cum Nutrition and Flavor] [Universal D Communication] [D Broodmother] [Breeder’s D Experience] [The Breeder’s D Grace] [TheMother’s D Word]

Blood Magic: [Crimson Forge] [Hemocraft] [Blood Seal]

Divine Skill: [Creation]

Seed sack (00/150):-

Egg sack (00/150): –

Dimensional Womb (00/100):

Breeder’s form: [Wolf Form] [Rabbit Form] [Arachne Form] [Primordial Demon Form] [Goddess Form] [Goblin Form] [Holstaur Form]

…

Yup. You guessed it. My name showing on the status window was now ‘Morgana Nosferat’, not ‘Victoria Morgana Nosferat’.

I stared at the glowing panel for a solid ten minutes, my mind a tangled knot of questions. Was this a glitch? Or had the universe just… casually committed identity theft?

I traced my fingers over the characters as if that would make them change back, but the truth gnawed at me. I knew from my time in the Ascension Trials that my twin sister’s soul was inside me—I’d absorbed her, using my Night Mother bloodline, to prevent the King of Hell from claiming her.

The problem? I don’t remember my past. The trials were just mimicked echoes of what had really happened, so I can’t say with certainty whether Victoria truly died and her soul is still nestled in me.

Herma noticed the change immediately. She called it a “glitch,” blaming it on me teasing her too much, and reassured me that the great Anamnesis would fix it soon.

But it doesn’t make any fucking sense. Why was it the name Victoria that got deleted? Why not Morgana—my real name? I smell something fishy here.

Has something happened to Victoria’s soul? I really hope not, not just for my sake but for the entire universe.

I would kill everything.

No—worse. I would make everything wish it was dead first. If some smug god, demon, or eldritch parasite decided to tamper with her, then they’ve just poked a sleeping, horny apocalypse with a stick. And I don’t care if that stick has divine permissions—because I have a fifty-inch god-killing dick with me.

Herma’s still muttering about “Temporary data desync” while fiddling with the menus, but I’m not buying it. Anamnesis is the keeper of memories; he doesn’t just forget parts of a god’s name. Names are bindings, power, leverage. And if “Victoria” is missing, that means someone, somewhere, reached into my soul’s ledger and erased her like they had the right.

For now, I shoved the thought aside. I had other things to handle.

My daywalker daughter, V, had been busy sending more people to my temple—twenty in total this month—and I’m proud to say they were satisfied with the service. The first couple to arrive got their wish: a son blessed by me. I gave them more points than the others, maybe too much, because the greedy bastards left with my generosity and a smirk. Still, Luna was happy with the new followers, and if Luna’s happy, I’m happy.

By far, the most popular service in my temple was the Sanctum of Transformation. Changing something you dislike about your body is a dangerously tempting offer, and people flocked to it. I once watched a man and a woman—total strangers—fuck for hours just to rack up enough points to change the size of their breasts and cock. They were determined, so I threw them a bonus.

Speaking of points, I made a few tweaks to the system.

First, I added a daily upkeep fee—50 points a day—for anyone who wanted to stay in my temple. Then, I introduced a shop where patrons could buy additional temple keys. These weren’t crafted from my divine energy but from the points themselves. Any sexual act inside the temple generated points, but in truth, those points were divine energy, just… processed differently. All I had to do was design an item, put it in the shop, and let my pleasure-seeking guests fuck themselves into earning it for me.

On top of that, I ran two breeding overdrives this month—one for goblins and one for holstaurs—pushing their populations past five thousand each. As for the kitsune… I left them alone for now, since Hikari was busy with her family. Her mom and siblings.

That’s right. Turns out the fox-kin enslaved by the wolf tribe were actually Hikari’s relatives. I invited them to my lands for a formal dinner, introducing them to my kitsune daughters with Hikari by my side.

Hikari’s mother was a lovely sight—soft orange fur, two elegant tails, and that faintly smug expression her daughter wears whenever she thinks she’s outsmarted me. The difference? The mother cloaked it under layers of “polite” conversation, while Hikari just blurted whatever came to mind.

My other kitsune daughters took turns charming their new “aunties,” weaving themselves into the family without a hint of subtlety. By the end of the night, everyone was smiling, tails swaying, and I was already making mental notes on who might be… open to negotiation.

If I played my cards right, I’d have both mother and daughter sucking my dick… maybe the whole damn family.

No! Focus, Morgana! Stop thinking about pussy all the time. What’s the mission? Right.

The Gathering of the Gods.

…

[Greetings, Goddess Victoria Morgana Nosferat]

“Oh?… The Nexus is still addressing me as Victoria.” I raised an eyebrow at the green notification. “Maybe it really is just a glitch, like Herma said.”

[The Gathering of the Gods will begin shortly. Are you ready?]

“Are you ready, sweetie?” I turned to the pale, gorgeous, winged being beside me.

“Of course, Mother.” Eir—my first valkyrie—nodded, slamming a fist to her chest.

She wore black-and-gold armor that gleamed like polished sin, her black wings folded neatly at her back. Her hair shimmered like molten silver, her skin flawless and pale like my own, yet carrying an undercurrent of warmth.

After so many days thinking about who I should take with me to this Gathering of the Gods. It came down to this one angelic creature. I wasn’t surprised, though. Eir is beautiful. Truly beautiful and powerful. After all, I created her using all four aspects.

Breeding, Blood, Night, and War.

“Very well,” I said, glancing down at myself. Yes, I was wearing clothes—if you could call a skimpy black bikini with sheer fabric over my breasts and ass “clothes.”

‘My body is perfect and so hot that it’s a crime not to show it off’

That was a fact. Not egotism or anything, just stating a hard, cold, but extremely horny reality. I don’t need to hide my body. It’s a work of art and anyone would drool and lust after it, I should know, cause I lusted after it every night and during the day, thank you very much.

Ding!

[The Gathering of the Gods has officially begun]

[Would you like to teleport directly to the Nexus?]

[Yes/No]

“Let’s go, Eir,” I grinned. “We have divine cocks to impress and pussies to breed.”

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