One month later.

FUSHHH!

With the press of a button, the old teleporter came to life, blue light shining all over the room. The air crackled with raw, unstable energy, and the metallic tang of ozone filled the small workshop.

“At last!” I said, the sound tearing out of me, my eyes shining with pure joy. Five months. Five long, horny, and laborious months of grinding out this ridiculous machine.

“We did it, Mistress,” Augusta smiled, her voice a low, eager purr as she massaged my shoulders, her strong fingers kneading the tense muscles of my neck and back.

SMACK!

I turned my hand and smacked her ass, a sharp, satisfying thwack that made her hips buck and a moan of lust escape her lips.

“Oooh… Mistress!” Augusta cooed, leaning into the contact, rubbing her soft, perfectly rounded rear against my palm.

“It’s all your fault for sending us here in the first place,” I smirked, my fingers squeezing her buttock, testing the new, pliant softness. She didn’t flinch from the pain; she only deepened her massage, her touch becoming more intimate, gliding down my spine.

After five months of hard, butt-smacking work and training, her rear became softer than before, though still firm enough to take a beating. It was a perfect blend of goddess-flesh and slave-flesh.

“I know,” she murmured, her voice low with the same raw need she showed during our first time. “It was all my fault… I did it on purpose… but I don’t regret it, Mistress. You were so right about me.”

“And look at what I created,” I smirked, reaching between her thighs and giving her pussy a hard, merciless smack that made her moan, her inner walls clenching around nothing as her head rolled back, her eye fluttering shut with pure bliss.

“Mistress,” she gasped, her breath catching in her throat. “Please… I-I can’t take it anymore.”

“Can’t take it?” I asked, letting my hand trail up her stomach and between her breasts, lingering over the spot where her heart would be if she weren’t an immortal. “That sounds like a problem.”

“I’ll do anything,” Augusta moaned, her voice low and dark, the edge of a whine in her tone as she leaned against me, pressing her body against mine.

SMACK!

I smacked her ass again… harder!

“You had my attention for five months, slave,” I said as I turned, facing the teleporter. “Now I have thousands of horny mortals waiting to serve me, seeking my attention.”

“Hmph!” she pouted, puffing her cheeks in a way that made me want to grab them and smack them until they turned red.

‘Where’s the mature, elegant, sexy boss collector gone?’ I couldn’t help but wonder. ‘Sigh… I broke her real good.’

‘Herma, is everything ready?’ I mentally asked my system.

[Almost, Morgana… just a few more minutes,] Herma replied. [I need you to ask your daughter Lilis to lower the energy by 1.3% and boost the signal by 6.4%.]

‘Got it,’ I responded, and then I opened the link that connected me with my succubus daughter.

‘Lilis, is everything good at your end?’ I sent.

‘Y-Yes, Mom,’ a weak response came. ‘M-Mom… I-I don’t know how long I can hold on… The tower’s mana… It’s too much for me. I-I think I’m about to cum… a-and when I do… I-I’m afraid I’ll lose control and… I-I might burn everything down.’

That’s my Lilis, my sweet little perverted succubus daughter, who likes to play jokes on me.

‘Lilis, you little slut, stop playing around,’ I rolled my eyes. ‘Focus and do your job, we’ve almost made it. Don’t ruin the final step just because you want to cum.’

‘Owww~… Mom, you’re no fun,’ she whined, her pout so vivid I could almost feel it through the link. ‘B-But okay… I’ll try my best… f-for you… Mom~’

‘Good girl,’ I nodded, sending one last mental message before cutting the link. ‘Do that for me and I promise you a full week of me.’

I didn’t need to hear her respond to imagine her jumping for joy, her tiny wings fluttering with excitement. That little pervert probably learned a few tricks using the eight wolf-kin slaves.

‘Herma, everything’s good on this end.’

[The signal is stable, Morgana. All systems are green. You can start the teleportation sequence whenever you’re ready.]

Finally!.

I glanced around the workshop, a ghost of a smile on my lips. Five months of hell. Five months of bending glowing metal rods inside a willing, whimpering forge-whore. Five months of sweaty, brutal work, all leading to this.

Oh! And five months of breeding—we can’t forget about that, of course, right?

I did a little bit of exploration on this world, and although it’s a dead world—a spatial backwater scraped clean by some ancient, forgotten conflict—it has some major advantages. The main one being that it is completely outside of the Nexus’ influence, and by that, I mean the influence of the other gods. No annoying treaties, no celestial busybodies sticking their cocks in my business, and no rules.

I plan to turn this world into a hidden military base and a private training ground for my army. That’s why I used my divine ‘Creation’ skill to generate a creature that could not only survive here but thrive and multiply entirely off the radiant mana.

The creature has a slime-like form, a shimmering, opaque sphere of pulsating golden jelly, and I gave it two crucially important skills: Adapt and Split.

The Adapt skill lets it survive in the poisonous atmosphere and eventually adapt to the raw, untamed elements of this world.

The Split skill is the real fun part. Every time the slime-core absorbs enough ambient mana or receives a strong enough jolt of energy—say, a lightning strike or a powerful orgasm—it splits into two identical, functional cores. It even had the potential to evolve into a totally different kind of being.

The template used was from a creature I encountered during my rule of the Unspoken Realm.

“Alright, let’s get this shit moving,” I muttered to myself, stepping closer to the teleporter, the blue light bathing my skin in an eerie glow. My pussy still tingled from the anticipation, and I couldn’t wait to meet my eager, horny offspring and lovers.

‘I’ll hold an orgy for an entire week!’ I promised myself that I’d double the population of my city by the time I’m done with it. ‘Every hole will be getting a taste of my sweet cunt.’

I stepped onto the teleporter’s platform butt naked, the cold metal biting into my bare feet. My clothes were in my inventory, probably stained with sweat and cum after our last session. It didn’t matter. Where I was going, I wouldn’t need them. Not yet, anyway.

I glanced over my shoulder and saw Augusta standing behind me, naked, holding in her arms the bracelet that Herma managed to repair.

“Herma, initiate the teleportation sequence,” I commanded, my voice steady and authoritative.

Ding!

[Sequence initiated, Morgana. Preparing for a dimensional jump in 30 seconds.] Herma’s voice echoed in my mind, calm and mechanical. [Destination: Elytheum. Coordinates locked. Energy levels at optimal capacity.]

“Good,” I growled, cracking my knuckles. The teleporter shuddered and hummed around me, a deep, resonating tone that echoed through my body. “Now let’s go fuck some holes.”

Ding!

[Ten seconds to jump, Morgana,] Herma chimed in. [Brace for dimensional shift.]

The blue light around the platform intensified rapidly, turning the air electric. The buzzing of the machine climbed to a fever pitch, making my teeth ache and my cunt clench. Ten seconds was too damn long. My impatience roared inside me, demanding to be sated.

“Augusta, get ready,” I snapped, not turning around but knowing she was pressed right behind me, shivering with fear and excitement, her eye glued to my back.

“Yes, Mistress! I-I’m ready!” she stammered.

“You know the rule when we meet the family, don’t you?” I asked, my voice low and dangerous, just loud enough to cut through the rising whine of the teleporter.

“Y-Yes, Mistress,” she whispered, her voice laced with reverence and dread. “I am nothing. I am a tool. I exist only to be used and to please you.”

“And you exist to be controlled,” I finished for her, finally turning my head just enough to meet her gaze. “You belong to me. Body and soul. You are my slave. My whore. My forge. And when I give you an order, you will obey me without question or hesitation.”

[Five seconds, Morgana.]

I didn’t need to look at the countdown. I could feel the dimensional barrier ripping open around us. The air turned heavy, tasting of ozone and distant, sweet musk—the familiar scent of my horny land.

“Hold on tight, slave. The fun is about to begin,” I promised, a wide, predatory grin stretching across my face.

I reached out and slammed my palms against the primary control pillars just as the countdown hit zero.

WHOOSH!

The world dissolved into a chaos of screaming colors, tearing us away from the dead, barren wasteland, and I felt a tugging sensation in my gut, as if an invisible force was pulling me apart.

The journey was a jarring, lightning-fast collision of space and time, filled with the terrifying, beautiful rush of raw mana that made my immortal core sing.

And then, as suddenly as it had begun, it was over. The colors faded, and I found myself standing in front of a massive black tower. The sky above was clear, sunlight pouring down onto the green fields surrounding me, and I could hear the distant cry of a peacock somewhere in the distance.

I was home.

“MOTHER!”

I heard multiple screams of joy and excitement, and when I turned around, I was greeted by a sight that made my heart skip a beat.

“Hello, my precious little babies~!”

All of my children and lovers were standing in front of me, and my heart swelled with so much love it felt as if it could burst. I couldn’t even take a step forward, just watching with a smile spreading across my lips.

“Oh, my dearest sons and daughters~” I purred, feeling like a Goddess of love, family, and home.

They were all here, in one place. My most precious treasures. My sweetest family. The very ones I wanted to protect no matter what.

“We missed you so much, Mommy!”

“We waited for you!”

“Awwwwww~”

Just as I was about to take a step forward—

“UGH!”

A searing pain shot through my belly, forcing me to drop to one knee.

‘What the fuck??’ I mentally cursed as I reached down when I sensed that my belly was expanding at an alarming rate. The feeling was even more uncomfortable than when my child was growing inside me, and my womb was the size of a balloon.

DING! DING! DING! DING!

The system notifications began to pop up like fireworks, and I cursed even louder as I realized what was happening.

[Attention, Breeder!]

[The World Tree is about to be born!]

Yes… It’s time for my World Tree daughter to arrive!

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