BOOM! BOOM!
"That's good, Vicky! Now punch it harder!"
CRACK!
"YES! HARDER!"
The ground shook with each powerful impact, sending tremors through the soil. I watched, my arms crossed over my chest, a wide grin plastered on my face as Vicky unleashed her newfound strength upon a massive boulder.
She was magnificent.
A whirlwind of black leather and raw, untamed power. Her fists, now covered in obsidian scales, slammed into the rock, shattering it into a thousand pieces with a sound that echoed through the valley.
"I'm done," she huffed, straightening up, her chest heaving. She wiped a bead of sweat from her brow with the back of her gloved hand, her crimson eyes glowing with a fierce, exhilarated light.
"Not bad for a warm-up," I said, my smirk widening. "But you're still holding back. I can feel it."
"..." Vicky shot me a glare. "Oh, I'm sorry, I didn't realize we were in a competition to see who could cause the most property damage."
"It's not about the damage, it's about control," I countered, my tone turning serious. "You have the raw power, Vicky, but you don't have the control. You need to learn to harness it, to shape it, to make it your own."
She rolled her eyes, but I could see the flicker of understanding in her gaze. She knew I was right. She had been living with this new body for only a short while, and the sheer power thrumming through her veins was a heady, intoxicating, and dangerous thing.
"Fine," she sighed, a puff of black smoke escaping her lips. "What's your brilliant idea, then, oh wise and experienced goddess?"
"Hehehe," I chuckled, a low, rumbling sound that vibrated through the ground.
"I'm going to teach you how to fight," I said, a predatory grin spreading across my face. "Not like a fucking brawler, but like a warrior."
It's been a week since Vicky hatched, and she has been making great progress in mastering her new body. She had already grown to match my height, her horns were now more prominent, and the scales on her forearms had spread, now covering her entire arms in a shimmering, obsidian armor.
A thick dragon tail burst out of her lower back, swaying lazily behind her like a contented cat.
And the dragon dick?
Still missing.
I was starting to think she was just messing with me.
Wrong — she was definitely messing with me. I mean, she reduced my status from a goddess to a laborer. I thought Arwen was a detail freak, but I really forgot how my sister can be.
She had me running around my own land like a slave.
Place a building here.
No, not there, you idiot, move it a foot to the left.
The city needs more walls.
Build bigger, better houses; the old ones were ugly.
The list of her demands was endless.
Hell, I spent more than three hours changing the color of the soil because she thought it was too black and didn't match the city's aesthetic.
At this point, she was more of a goddess than I was.
I was the builder, the muscle.
And she was the architect, the brain.
Just like she said.
The good news is that I was getting to spend a lot of time with her, and despite her constant nagging, I was enjoying it. It felt like old times, just with more cosmic power and fewer peasant revolts.
And my children? They were already scared of her.
Luna told me that Vicky once made her run a hundred laps around the World Tree because she was five minutes late to a meeting.
A meeting.
About what? I have no idea.
Vicky's reign of terror had just begun.
And I was loving it.
HOWEVER!!
What I don't like... no, it's more than "don't like." What I HATE was that Vicky forbade me from having SEX!
NOT EVEN MASTURBATION WAS ALLOWED!
HELP!!!... The goddess of breeding didn't have sex for a whole week.
I was going crazy.
My cock was so hard it could be used as a weapon.
I was constantly horny, my mind was filled with nothing but filthy thoughts.
My balls were starting to ache.
I needed to fuck something.
ANYTHING.
But Vicky was always there.
Like a hawk.
Watching me.
Guarding me.
And my pussy was screaming for attention.
I was on the verge of a mental breakdown.
I needed a plan.
A plan to get some release. But every time I tried to sneak away for a quick fuck, she would always catch me.
It was like she had a sixth sense for my horniness, and the worst part was her smile.
A gentle smile, but behind it was the devil herself.
I have no idea what's wrong with my sister, but Herma said that's because of her race. She's part dragon, and dragons are possessive by nature.
She sees me as her "treasure," and she doesn't want to share me with anyone.
Not even my own children.
But I was not her treasure.
I am Morgana.
The goddess of breeding.
I am a free, horny spirit, a wild and untamable force of nature.
And I will not be caged.
Not by her. Not by anyone.
"Alright, enough of this foreplay," I declared, clapping my hands together. The sound echoed across the barren training grounds, a flat crack against the simmering silence. "Time for round two."
Vicky arched a single, perfect eyebrow, a gesture so full of inherited condescension it could've curdled milk. "Foreplay? Morgi, you couldn't land a solid hit on me if I stood still and painted a target on my ass."
"Challenge accepted," I purred, sinking into a low, fluid stance. My bare feet dug into the obsidian soil, the dark crystals cool against my skin. "But don't come crying to me when I spank that target so hard your grandchildren feel it."
"Hehehe." She laughed, a dark, musical sound that sent a shiver down my spine. "I don't have grandchildren, Morgi... yet."
But she too sank into a stance—a mirror of my own, yet completely different. Hers was more animalistic, like she was following her instinct.
Her tail curled behind her like a serpent preparing to strike, claws flexing, lips curling into a sharp, fang-filled grin.
"Ready?" I asked.
"No," she said, crouching lower. "I'm hungry."
Oh, that did something to me.
Before I could react, she moved.
A blur of black leather and scales shot forward—fast, too fast—closing the distance in less than a heartbeat. I barely had time to brace before her fist came swinging at my ribs.
CRASH!
The impact sent a shockwave exploding across the training grounds, kicking up a plume of dust and debris. I skidded backward a good ten meters, dragging trenches through the earth with my heels before I dug in and stopped.
"That's all you got?" I snarled, grinning wide even as my bones protested. "Vicky, sweetheart, if you want to actually hurt me, you'll need to—"
She vanished.
Oh shit.
I only realized where she went when her shadow fell over me.
Above.
"HELLOOOOO!" she roared gleefully as she plummeted downward like a meteor.
I jumped aside a split-second before she hit.
BOOOOOM!!!
The ground erupted. A crater half the size of my palace blasted outward, sending rock shards clattering across the tower floor.
Vicky stood in the center of the crater, chest rising and falling, tail whipping behind her with excitement.
"I missed," she said flatly.
"You're improving," I replied cheerfully. "You missed me by less this time."
"Round three." She cracked her knuckles.
"No." I held up a hand. "Now I attack."
"...Oh." Vicky's grin faded.
I took a slow, deep breath.
And let loose.
My divine aura exploded outward like a red sun going supernova. The earth beneath my feet fractured into molten cracks. Crimson lightning crackled across my skin, my divine scent flooding the air with heat, lust, and raw cosmic pressure.
"Ooooh..." she said, biting her lip. "That's new."
"No," I corrected, stepping forward. "That's me holding back."
She gulped. The little shit actually gulped.
I lunged.
One moment I was standing still, the next I was on her—hands around her waist, knee aimed at her center of gravity, tail—a demon one that I instantly grew—hooking around her leg in a sweeping arc. Vicky managed to block the knee, but she didn't expect the tail.
"Kyaah~" She yelped as she landed flat on her back, dust flying everywhere.
I leaned over her, pinning her wrists to the ground.
"Say it," I whispered.
"No." Her cheeks flushed crimson.
"Say it."
"Fuck you, Morgi." Her tail flicked.
"That's not the phrase."
"Fine! You win this round!" She squirmed, growling.
"There it is," I purred, releasing her. "Music to my ears."
"You cheated." She leapt up immediately, scowling adorably. "That tail wasn't there before."
"It was," I said innocently. "You were just too busy staring at my tits to notice."
"Bullshit."
"Vicky, babe, you're always staring at my tits and ass."
"That's because they are a work of art."
"Hehehe... fair enough," I winked.
We stared at each other, breathing hard, grinning wide as we'd just rediscovered how to be alive again. For a brief, perfect moment, it was just the two of us against the world—like it always was.
Then I sensed it.
A familiar, pulsing thread of desire—so strong it felt like a scream in the back of my skull.
Someone was thinking about me.
Very, very intensely.
My cock throbbed.
"Hold that thought," I muttered, closing my eyes.
I focused, letting my consciousness drift across the land, following that thread of pure, uncut need. It wasn't Luna. It wasn't Ember. It wasn't any of my other spawn. This was… old. Familiar. A flavor I hadn't tasted in a while.
"Ooooh," I whispered as the image sharpened.
It was my World Tree daughter.
Instantly, I teleported myself out of the tower's floor to the World Tree.
The moment I reappeared, the sweet scent of flowers hit me. Soothing. Calming.
The kind of place that made you want to take a very long nap and never wake up.
But my daughter was not calm.
Ding!
The moment I placed a palm on the trunk to check on her, a transparent screen materialized in front of me, with golden letters shimmering at the top.
[New Quest]
[The Awakening of the World Tree]
"A quest?!"