Morgana: The Mother Of All

Chapter 52: A Spark of Awareness

The distinctive black and white fur. The legs end in hooves instead of feet. Cow-like horns and tails, with the most notable feature. The HUGE! Breasts. Ahh~...I want to bury myself in them for a—

SLAP!...Focus Morgana!

Ahem… As I was saying, the cowgirl, or the Holstaur—that's the official name of their race—was resting peacefully inside a room within my home.

I placed both the cowgirl and the goblin in separate rooms just in case something bad happened.

She had long black hair and big round eyes of the same color. Only her legs were covered in black and white fur, leaving the rest of her body with pale skin. If not for the fact that her face and body were covered in small scratches and bruises, she would have had that innocent cuteness. Sadly, being a breeding slave for the goblins had broken the poor girl's mind and body.

"I hope this works," I muttered, pulling out a healing potion from my inventory. She didn't wake up as I opened her mouth and poured the liquid inside.

For a moment, nothing happened. The cowgirl continued to sleep peacefully, her chest rising and falling with each breath. Then, slowly, her wounds began to heal, even the cut on her right ear. The flesh reattached, and her skin regenerated.

"Ah!..." she let out a soft moan, opening her eyes and gazing at me with that same lifeless expression.

"Hello, how are you feeling?" I said gently, sitting on the edge of the bed. "My name is Morgana. And you are?"

"..."

There was no response; she only locked her big, black eyes with my crimson ones. Sighing, I retrieved mana and stamina potions from the inventory.

"This will help you greatly," I said, opening the stamina potion and bringing it close to her mouth. Yet again, she was unresponsive; her eyes didn't even twitch as I poured the two potions down her throat.

Unlike the health potion, the mana and stamina effects were not visible to the eye, but I knew that the cowgirl benefited from them.

"Can you hear me?" I asked, my voice gentle but firm. "Can you understand what I'm saying?"

The cowgirl remained silent, her eyes fixed on mine. I could see the wheels turning behind those big, round eyes, but she didn't respond.

I sighed, running a hand through my hair. "It seems the healing potion restored her body, but her mind is still broken."

"Hmm?... What should I do?" I quickly ran through the shop, looking for a cure or something for her mental trauma, but unfortunately, I found none. The closest thing I found was a potion that enhances resistance against mind attacks.

Grouwwl!

"Huh?" I glanced around, looking for the source of the sound, only to realize it came from the cowgirl. "Are you hungry?"

"..." No response. I guess I'd better get used to it.

"Come here," I said, crawling into bed next to her. Running my finger along her black hair, I found it smooth, like her fur. I held her head gently and guided her to my lap. "Let me feed you."

I brought my nipple close to her mouth to see if she would react in any way, but again, she was like a lifeless doll.

"You can't give up like this," I said, my heart pained at seeing her in this miserable state. Yet I refused to give up on her. I had seen the flicker of life in those blank eyes, and I knew that somewhere beneath the trauma, there was a person waiting to reclaim their identity.

"Drink," I commanded, opening her mouth and squeezing my breast. As the few drops of my milk made their way inside, suddenly her eyes twitched, and she licked her lips, savoring the taste.

"Oh, did you like the tas—Ah!" I didn't get the chance to finish my words when she instantly latched onto my nipple, holding my breast firmly with both hands.

It seemed that those few drops were enough to awaken something within her. She sucked with a hunger I had never seen before, like a thirsty person reaching civilization after some desperate days in the hot, unforgiving desert.

"Ahh…That's it," I encouraged, stroking her hair. "You're doing great."

But she didn't seem to hear me; her eyes remained closed as she continued to nurse. I could feel the warmth of her mouth and the rough suction of her lips, and a strange sensation washed over me. It was as if my body knew what to do instinctually, and I felt a surge of protectiveness and affection for this broken creature in my care.

As she fed, I could see a change come over her. Her eyes, once so lifeless, now held a spark of awareness. It was as if the milk was nourishing not just her body but her mind as well.

"Hey… take it easy," I said, as she suddenly dropped all her weight on me. And let me tell you, those gigantic cow-tits were a terrifying weapon; I was unable to resist and escape her grasp.

Taking advantage of the pleasurable situation, I raised her slightly, making her sit on my lap. Slowly, I spread her legs wide, positioning my erect penis at her entrance.

"!!!" I sensed her body trembling, and for a few seconds, she stopped sucking only gazing at me, there was something in those big round eyes—Fear and hesitation.

"I understand… I'm not going to do anything. I just want to feel your warmth for a few seconds," I reassured her, letting her know that I meant no harm.

"..."

Surprisingly, the cowgirl made the first move, slowly impaling herself on my rock-hard cock.

"UGH!:" I felt a rush of pleasure that threatened to overwhelm me. I had to bite my lip to stop myself from crying out. I could sense her hesitation and fear, and it only served to heighten the intensity of the moment.

"It's okay," I whispered, my voice hoarse with desire. "I'm not going to move."

Well, it was hard to even say that, but I should be grateful that she even allowed me to penetrate her. I had to show a bit of decency and not force myself on her.

Quickly taking action in order not to miss his valuable chance I activated two of my skills [Egg Transfer lv1] and [Seed and Egg Sack] transferring an egg from her womb to mine and then storing it inside my sack.

[Fertile Holstaur Egg was successfully stored]

[Egg Slots remaining: (01/04)]

'YAY!… Cow daughters for me,' I exclaimed, feeling a sense of satisfaction washing over me. Having a few girls with boobs this big would be a dream come true.

"Thank you," I whispered, gently stroking the cowgirl's smooth black hair. I didn't move my hips, only leaving my penis inside her as she fed.

It took thirty minutes to satisfy her thirst. When she finally pulled away from my breast, she pressed her huge melons against me.

'Damn!...I want to taste them right now' Resisting was hard, and yep I couldn't, I rubbed both of them gently, in order not to scare her. To my surprise, she pressed her boobs even harder, while keeping her eyes locked to mine.

I pulled my hands away, satisfied with this little play. Her tits were BIG! I needed both hands just to lift one of them.

"Stay here and rest," I said, patting her head gently and pushing her toward the bed. "No one will hurt you here."

"..."

Again, no response, not even a nod. But I wasn't in a hurry. I had gotten what I needed from her.

"..."

Hey! Don't look at me like that. I'm not going to get rid of her, okay! I do want to fuck her and impregnate her, but I need her to recover and open up to me first.

Locking the door behind me, I moved to the next room, where the goblin was.

"!!!" The moment I opened the door, I saw her jump in fright from the bed. She immediately crawled into the corner of the room, shielding herself with her arms and legs.

"Hey, it's fine. You're safe here," I said gently. When she turned and saw that it was me who had entered the room, she visibly sighed in relief.

"It's okay," I said, sitting on the bed and holding out my hand. "I'm not going to hurt you. Come, let's talk."

The goblin eyed me warily for a moment before slowly inching forward. I remained still, giving her the space she needed to approach me on her own terms. After a few moments, she took my hand, her small, calloused fingers wrapping around mine. I gently pulled her toward the bed, and we sat down, facing each other.

"What's your name?" I asked, my voice soft and friendly. "I'm Morgana."

The goblin remained silent, her eyes darting around the room as if searching for an escape route. I sensed her fear and uncertainty, and I wanted to put her at ease.

"It's okay if you don't want to tell me your name," I said with a gentle smile. "I just want to get to know you better."

Slowly the goblin shook her head before opening her mouth wide, showing me something horrible.

"!!!" I gasped, witnessing the brutality this goblin girl suffered at the hands of her kin. They had cut her tongue out, leaving a gaping hole where it should have been.

"I'm sorry," I whispered, my heart aching for her. Taking out three potions, I gave them to her.

"Drink these, they will help heal your wounds and recover a little bit of your strength."

"Mm," she nodded, drinking them instantly. Her wounds healed completely except the terrifying ones between her legs and inside her mouth.

'Sadly…The potions can't heal what does not exist anymore.'

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