With clothes on—unfortunately—Vicky looked even more like me, but with a different vibe.
Where I wore nothing but my divine confidence and a perpetually horny smirk, she wore black leather, silver buckles, and a look that could curdle milk from three realms over.
Her new outfit was a masterpiece of darkness and dominance. A form-fitting black leather corset that pushed her breasts up to her chin, her black hair cascading over her shoulders like a waterfall of night.
Her long black pants hugged her legs like a second skin, disappearing into a pair of thigh-high boots that could crush a man's skull with a single stomp. The high collar of her coat stood up around her neck like a cobra's hood, framing her face in an aura of pure, unadulterated power.
She looked like me.
If I had decided to conquer a galaxy instead of just my own libido.
"So…" Vicky said, her voice low and raspy as she ran a gloved hand down her chest. "What's our next move, O-great-goddess-who-just-lost-her-kingdom-to-a-math-problem?"
"..." I glared at her. "It's a joint venture now, you smug bitch. And our next move is a tour."
"A tour?"
"Yes," I said, my voice firm. "I need to show you what I've built. You must meet your 'siblings.'"
She blinked once.
Then twice.
"…I'm sorry," she said slowly, "my what now?"
"Oh, don't give me that face," I scoffed. "You didn't think I was sitting here alone, oiling myself and masturbating to old memories of our family, did you?"
"I… actually did think that," she admitted with zero hesitation.
"Tch."
Rude. Accurate, but rude.
"I have children, Vicky," I said, my voice filled with a pride I didn't know I possessed. "Thousands of them. A goddess of breeding doesn't just… not breed. MY womb demands it. The world needs it."
She processed this for a moment, her crimson eyes glazing over as if running the numbers on a cosmic calculator. Then a slow, wicked grin spread across her face, mirroring my own.
"Thousands, huh?" she finally said, her voice a low rumble. "Guess you've been busy."
"Oh, don't try to act cool and shit, you already know about my kids," I rolled my eyes.
I knew she could feel them. I could feel the faint, pulsing thread of our shared soul reaching out, connecting to the thousands of little life-sparks scattered across my land. They were mine, and by extension, they were hers.
"I know you're a slut," she clarified, her grin widening. "I'm just impressed by the scale."
"Flattery will get you a front-row seat to an orgy," I countered, grabbing her arm and pulling her towards the exit of the ruined chamber.
"I was already planning on that," she shot back, her boots making no sound on the obsidian floor.
"First, the grand tour," I said, leading her out of the secret chamber and into the main hall of my temple. The heat of the hatching room faded, replaced by the familiar, heady scent of sex and divine essence.
Almost instantly, we met the first of my children.
"MOTHER!" In her human form, my firstborn Luna came rushing down the hall, her black hair flying behind her. She was beautiful, and now that I look closely, she had a faint resemblance to Vicky and me. She skidded to a halt in front of us, her crimson eyes wide with joy, flickering between my face and Vicky's.
"Who... Two mothers?!"
My daughter's jaw literally dropped. She stared from me to Vicky, back to me, then back to Vicky, like she was watching a very dramatic tennis match where each serve was a trauma.
"…Mother?" she said, pointing at me.
"Yes."
"…Also, mother?" she said, pointing at Vicky.
Vicky lifted a single gloved finger, pointed at herself, and winked.
"Surprise, baby."
Luna's brain did a thing. A reboot. A full system restart. I could practically hear error sounds playing in her skull.
"HOW?!" Luna finally managed to shriek, her hands flying to her hair. "TWO MOTHERS?! AM I BLESSED OR DOOMED?! IS THIS A NEW TYPE OF BLESSING OR ARE YOU TWO GOING TO EAT ME?!"
"Oh, we will definitely eat you," I purred, stepping forward and cupping Luna's cheek. "But not in a way that leaves a corpse."
Luna shuddered, a delightful mix of fear and primal excitement that made my cock twitch. My daughter was raised well.
So I kissed her.
Deep. Hard. My tongue claims her mouth, tasting the sweetness of her essence, the lingering flavor of her last orgy. She melted into me, her body pressing against mine, her hands roaming my back.
At that very moment.
DEATH!
"!!!" I felt a cold sensation on my neck—no, wrong, it was like an icy arm was shoved up my ass all the way to my heart, before pulling it out of my butt.
A feeling so intense that it felt like I died for a split second.
I instantly broke the kiss, wrapped my arms around Luna protectively, and turned behind me, ready to fight whatever was assaulting me. Completely forgot that nothing could sneak inside my temple.
And there was Vicky, just standing there smiling gently.
She didn't move. She didn't speak. But her eyes—her crimson, ancient eyes—were locked on Luna with an intensity that could melt steel. She didn't just look; she saw. Like past the flesh and bone, seeing the very core of her soul.
"Aah!... Vicky, is everything okay?" I asked, my heart racing. I never saw this expression on her face before; she looked... sad? No, this was something else, far darker than sadness.
"..."
Vicky didn't say anything. She kept staring at my daughter, her expression unreadable.
It was then that I realized that I had forgotten something.
"Come here." I let go of Luna and walked to my sister and wrapped my arms around her waist, pulling her into a tight embrace. She tensed for a moment, then relaxed, her head resting on my shoulder.
"I missed you, sis," I whispered, my hand gently rubbing her back. I knew what she was feeling—the envy, the longing. She spent years locked inside my soul, and when she finally got free, I didn't even give her a proper welcome.
Instead, I was kissing my daughter.
"I missed you too," she murmured, her arms wrapping around me, returning the hug. "But I'm not a baby, Morgi, I'm not going to cry like a little bitch."
"Hehehe~" I chuckled, pulling back to look at her.
"I know you're not," I said, my thumb gently caressing her cheek. "But still."
"Alright, enough of this sappy shit," she said, her usual smirk returning. "Let's meet your daughters."
"You're sure?" I asked.
"What? Are you scared I'll scare your little sluts?" she teased.
"I'm scared you'll fuck them before I get a chance," I shot back.
"hehehe... fair enough," she said, her grin widening. "But no promises."
Then she turned to Luna, her expression shifting from playful to something... predatory.
"So?" Vicky asked, her voice low and husky. "What's your name, pretty one?"
"L-Luna," she stammered, her face flushed. She was still trying to process the whole 'two mothers' situation, and now Vicky was looking at her like she was a five-course meal.
"Luna," Vicky repeated, the name rolling off her tongue like a caress. "A fitting name for one such as you."
"Luna, this is my sister Victoria—your aunt," I said, my arm still around Vicky's waist. "Vicky, this is Luna, my firstborn."
"My aunt?" Luna's eyes widened. "But... oh... that's why you look the same."
Yeah... Other than the color of hair, we were all identical in our looks; it's just that Vicky's body is still underdeveloped and hasn't matured fully to match our form. But with anyone familiar with my transformation ability, they would think that Vicky was me.
"Yes, she's your great aunt and young sister," I said, my lips curling into a mischievous grin.
"This family is fucked up," Vicky muttered, shaking her head. "But I love it."
"So... Aunt Victoria?" Luna asked, a hesitant smile playing on her lips.
"Vicky," my sister corrected, her eyes glinting with familiar mischief that sent a shiver down my spine. "Now come here, little Luna."
Luna stepped forward, her movements cautious, like a fawn approaching a wolf. Vicky reached out, her gloved fingers tracing the line of Luna's jaw, her touch surprisingly gentle.
"You have Mother's eyes," she murmured, her gaze intense. "And her spirit. I can feel it. The fire, the hunger... the potential."
Luna swallowed, her throat bobbing like she was forcing down her own heartbeat.
"Th-thank you?"
"No need to be nervous," Vicky purred, though her thumb on Luna's jawline said the opposite. "I only eat those who bore me."
Luna made a small squeak—half fear, half something much less wholesome.
Only then did I realize that Vicky was now a dragon, not a human anymore.
'I need to keep an eye on her,' I took a mental note of that. The last thing I want is my sister losing control over her new dragon nature and going on a rampage.
Keep in mind, my offspring's loyalty is useless against her; I can't command her not to harm anyone. So if she lost it, I would have to fight her, and that would be a disaster.
I'll have to keep her close until she masters her new powers and instincts.
I clapped my hands once. Loud.
"Alright!" I announced. "No consuming the children yet—we still have twelve sectors to tour, and if you start now, we'll never make it to the milk pools."
Vicky froze.
"The what now?"
"Oh yes," I said proudly. "The milk pools. It's where the lactating cowgirls harvest essence into liquid form to—"
Vicky threw her hands up.
"Nope. Not asking. Not ready."
"It tastes like strawberries!" Luna chimed in helpfully, her previous terror already melting into familial acceptance.
"See?" I said, nudging Vicky. "It's a balanced breakfast."
"Go and fuck yourself, Morgi," she glared at me.
"Already did," I said. "Twice... maybe more, I can't recall."