Morgana: The Mother Of All

Chapter 121: She’s Back!!

In an unknown place deep underground.

PAT! PAT! PAT!

"Ahh... Yeah... MORE!"

"Cumming!"

"..."

"Now, can someone explain to me what in the hell is happening here?" an elderly man with a mane of gray hair and a long beard demanded, his voice icy and commanding as he glared at the two men in white robes standing in front of him.

The place was a large underground room with a circular table in the middle. A single large chair dominated one side, and four candles hanging from the ceiling above the table cast flickering shadows on the stone walls.

The old man was seated in the chair, his expression one of barely restrained fury. The two men trembled where they stood, one positioned to his left, the other to his right.

"M-My... King," stammered the man on the left, his voice shaking. "This was... an unexpected accident."

BOOM!

"Do you call this an unexpected accident?" The old man slammed his fist on the table, making a huge dent. "This isn't an accident; it's a disaster!"

"Gulp." The man on the right swallowed hard, his eyes darting nervously toward the scene unfolding before them.

On the cold stone floor lay three men and a woman, the four of them were having the best time of their life. The woman was being gangbanged by the men. She was moaning, shouting, and crying.

The men were having their way with her body, her pussy, and her ass; they were filling her with their cum. They didn't give a damn that their king was in front of them; all they cared about was satisfying carnal desires.

"Look at them," the king pointed at the four. "Tell me, what was this 'unexpected accident' that turned our most esteemed mages into a bunch of animals?"

"It was..." began the man on the left, but his words were cut off by the sudden creak of the door swinging open. A mature woman, appearing to be in her forties, entered the room. She was clad in a white and gold priestly robe, her golden staff topped with angelic wings.

"..." She took in the scene with a frown, her gaze settling on the group on the floor. "What is happening here?"

"Priestess... you're back," the king sighed in relief. "Can you do something about this? It's driving me crazy."

The priestess shook her head and pointed her staff at the four horny mages, muttering a magic spell, and the next second, the four were gone.

"Where did you send them?" the king asked, watching the woman walking towards him. "The dungeon?"

"No," she replied with a smile, shaking her head. "I sent them back to the mage tower. And before you ask, I'll have someone there to take care of them."

"Good," the old man nodded, sinking back into his chair with a deep breath. "This is a damn mess."

"I guess so," the priestess commented, sitting next to the king and looking at the two men. "Now tell me what happened?"

...

After thirty minutes of detailed explanations and reviewing the magical recordings, the priestess began to form a theory.

"So, it all began when you detected a surge of divine energy emanating from the south?" the priestess summarized.

"Yes," the king confirmed with a serious face and cold eyes. "I summoned those mages to investigate, but when they used their magic to track the divine energy, they suddenly lost control, behaving like wild animals fucking each other's holes."

"Hmmm," the priestess murmured, casting a glance at the two men. "Were you able to determine the nature of this divine energy?"

"No, my lady. We only managed to pinpoint its location," one of the men responded.

"Location?" the priestess asked, turning her attention to the king.

"It is located somewhere deep in the south, where the lost lands of the gods are said to exist," the king explained.

"!!!" The priestess's eyes widened, her entire body shuddering momentarily. "The lost lands... Are you certain?"

"Yes, the energy is coming from the heart of the lost lands."

"Hmmmm," the priestess hummed again, her eyes closed, thinking about something. "My king, could it be that this divine energy is connected to the lost god?"

"You mean the creator?" the king raised an eyebrow, looking at the man who asked the question.

"Well, I'm not sure. Perhaps. We'll need to investigate further."

"I will handle that," the priestess said, rising to her feet. "I will investigate this matter personally."

"Priestess, are you sure? That place is dangerous, and besides, the lost god is dead, and the only thing left of him is his divine weapon," the king cautioned.

"I'll be fine, don't worry," the priestess reassured him with a smile. "And as for the divine weapon, I think it's best that you relocate it to a safer place."

"Hmm, alright, I'll do that, but are you going there alone?" the king asked.

"No, I will have a few companions with me."

"Alright, and when are you leaving?"

"I'll wait until after the war with the elves is over, as I'll need to pass through their kingdom to reach the lost lands."

"That's good," the king nodded. "This will give us time to prepare for the worst, and for you to get the necessary allies."

"Yes. Now, if you'll excuse me, I have a few things to attend to," the priestess bowed, then left the room.

"You two," the king ordered, looking at the two men. "Find a way to control the lust of the mages. If they go berserk again, then we will be doomed."

"Yes, my king," the two men bowed.

"And clean this fucking mess…. Dismissed."

The king waved his hand and the two men left the room.

"Haaaahh"

With a heavy sigh, the old man took off his crown and rubbed his temples, trying to soothe his headache.

"This is bad, a disaster indeed. First, the elves suddenly got the balls to declare war, the beastmen in the west stopped murdering each other and formed a kingdom, and now this lost god thing."

Sigh

"I wish the winged angels were here to guide me."

...

Leaving the underground chamber, the priestess immediately made her way to the mage tower. The place was huge, a colossal building, and the most powerful structure in the entire kingdom after the king's palace.

She walked through a long corridor, brightly lit, with young mages bustling about carrying books and scrolls, and guards stationed every ten meters.

"My lady," the guards greeted the priestess, bowing as she passed by.

"Where are they?" the priestess asked the guard stationed outside the room

"Inside, my lady."

The priestess nodded and stepped inside. The room was a medical ward with six beds, four of which were occupied by the horny mages from earlier.

"Priestess, I'm glad you came," an old woman in black and white robes greeted the priestess.

"Sister, how are they?" the priestess asked, glancing at the mages. All four were unconscious.

"I only managed to force them to sleep, but I'm afraid that their condition is getting worse. They are sweating, and their bodies are burning," the old woman explained.

"I see," the priestess said, walking towards the bed of one of the mages. She then turned to the old woman. "I'll heal them with my magic. Please wait outside and make sure no one enters."

"Yes, my lady," the old woman bowed and left, closing the door behind her.

The priestess waited a few minutes to make sure that no one was around. And once she was certain, she chanted a spell, and a magic circle appeared underneath the beds.

"Purge the evil and cleanse the sins."

A wave of green light spread through the room, and a dark crimson mist began to seep from the bodies of the mages, gathering at the center of the room.

"Hmm, interesting"

The priestess was intrigued by the mist. It emanated a strange aura, something that she couldn't recognize. She kept focusing her magic, pulling all of the energy from the mages, until the mist began to take the shape of a crimson womb tattoo.

Cling!

"I... Impossible!" the priestess gasped, dropping her golden staff in shock. "How... how can this be?"

"Is that..." Her eyes widened, her entire body trembling. She could hardly believe what she was witnessing.

Snap.

The priestess suddenly snapped her fingers, summoning golden flames that enveloped her body. The flames didn't burn; they simply, magically, removed her clothing.

"Haah, haah,"

With eyes filled with lust and desire, the priestess stood there in her birthday suit. Sweat dripped down her body, her eyes were glued to the womb tattoo in front of her, breathing heavily.

"C-Come to me"

The priestess licked her lips, lying on her back and spreading her legs, exposing her wet, leaking-like-a-river, cunt.

"Pleaseee." With a seductive, erotic, lustful tone, the priestess pleaded, inviting the crimson energy to her lower door.

The tattoo suddenly moved, splitting into hundreds of small pieces. They floated in the air for a second and then shot down towards the priestess, diving into her wet pussy, forcing the priestess to scream in pleasure.

"YEEESSSS, FUCKKK!" the priestess's whole body trembled as she came, squirting and spraying her cum all over the floor.

"Ahhh, Ahhhh, AHHHH, AHHHHH!" The priestess was a moaning, panting, drooling mess, her eyes rolled to the back of her head as the energy forced its way deeper into her pussy. Then suddenly, the priestess stopped cumming, and her whole body went limp.

"OH MY GODDESS, YOU'RE TRULY BACK!" The priestess cried tears of joy, her face was of pure happiness and ecstasy as a long thick cock slowly grew between her legs, growing bigger and longer, reaching 12 inches, accompanied by hefty watermelon-sized balls.

"YESS!" the priestess moaned, touching her new dick. It was hot to the touch, leaking like hell. The energy that was inside her was spreading through her body, amplifying every sensation and heightening her pleasure, and forming a womb tattoo right above her dick, glowing with a strange power.

"HAAAA, THIS FEELS SO GOOD, THANK YOU, THANK YOU!" the priestess shouted, thrusting her hips upwards, and fucking the air. Her cock was throbbing, and her balls were clenching.

"FUCK, FUCK, FUCK, FUCK, FUCK, FUCK, FUCCCKKK!" The priestess was losing her mind. Her hips never stopped moving, and her hands kept stroking her cock with desperate fervor.

"I-I can't... I'm cumming!" she wailed, her voice rising in pitch as she reached her peak.

"AHHHHHHH," with a loud moan, she released a thick stream of hot, white seed shooting from her cock and splattering across her body, coating her from tits to thighs.

"Ahhh," the priestess let out a satisfied sigh, staring at her new cock with eyes filled with love and longing.

"My goddess, your humble servant welcomes your return. May you bring happiness to our world once again," she murmured in a breathy prayer, her eyes closing as she stroked her cock, her thumb circling the sensitive tip.

"Now, I must taste some virgins as a celebration of the return of my goddess."

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