Morgana: The Mother Of All-Chapter 283: V

"First, let's get you patched up."

When the divine beauty said those words, the assassin snapped back to reality, recalling her injuries. Yet even when she gazed down at what remained of her leg, none of the pain was there anymore.

"Don't worry, I stopped all the pain," the silver-haired woman spoke again as if reading the thoughts of the stunned assassin. Placing her palm on the assassin's belly, she added, "And now, let's heal your wounds."

"!!!" The hooded woman jolted in shock when a warm, tingling sensation flowed into her from the beautiful woman's palm. It spread from her belly, coursing like gentle static down her body, from her heart through her limbs to her fingertips— healing, purifying, cleansing.

It was a taste of immortality, of youth, of invincibility, and the woman closed her eyes as the beauty above her worked her power to undo what should have been inevitable.

A life cut short.

The assassin's breath hitched in her throat as the warmth from the woman's touch flooded her veins, spreading deeper, stronger until it wasn't just healing — it was remaking her. She could feel it: the snapped bones knitting themselves together with a faint, almost musical crackle; the shredded flesh weaving itself whole, smoother, and tougher than before; the broken blood vessels sealing as if they had never been torn.

It was intoxicating... and deeply, intimately sensual.

'Shit... why am I getting wet all of a sudden?'

There was a strange urge to just throw away all caution and surrender to the heat pooling between her thighs — to spread her legs wide and invite the gorgeous being to claim her as a woman should.

It would feel so damn good. She knew it.

So very good — better than the meager orgasms she gave herself or the fumbling, forgettable one-night stands with men.

Not. Even. Close.

However, like an experienced assassin, patience and self-control were her closest allies. She quenched the burning lust building in her soul and stared into the distance with unfocused eyes for a moment before finally closing them.

It was the best fucking decision she made. After all, she couldn't embarrass herself in front of her new 'Mother' and make a fool of herself.

The silver-haired woman — this goddess — smiled, as if amused by her struggle.

"There, there," she murmured, stroking slow, gentle circles into her belly as the last traces of pain melted away like morning mist.

"You've been so strong... Let mommy take care of you."

The assassin opened her eyes, instinctively turning and staring at the face of her 'Mother'.

Her beauty was almost unbearable. Divine silver hair cascaded over the assassin's arm. Crimson eyes danced with a shimmering depth that suggested centuries upon centuries of existence and burned with a light that wasn't merely holy, but something older, deeper, primal. Her pale skin, impossibly smooth, glowed with vitality and warmth. Every elegant curve and shapely slope held a dangerous promise. A bewitching strength. A devastating allure, like every secret desire wrapped up in velvet and silk.

Every being she has seen, humans, elves, beast-kin, none of them could compare. None of them could be this fucking perfect. Even the goddess of light Uriel.

She had seen paintings of Uriel once during a mission. Even then, those angelic depictions — though majestic beyond mortal comprehension — must have fallen short of the real thing.

Yet even that divine radiance paled before the woman in front of her now.

'Fuck... and I'm not even a lesbian,' the assassin thought wildly, her cheeks burning.

It took a great deal of willpower for the female assassin not to drown and sink deep into the pools of those crimson eyes.

"Y...you're... a goddess..." The woman blurted out, like an idiot—at least she felt like a complete idiot.

If this woman wasn't a goddess, then who was?

"Yes," her 'MOTHER' replied calmly and without hesitation, "I am Morgana. The Goddess of Breeding, Blood, Night and War."

"..."

Each title dripped with power, and ancient authority, with a raw, overwhelming presence. The assassin trembled, not from fear, but from something deeper—something that rumbled in her bones and whispered to her blood.

"I....P-Pleasure to...meet you... G-Goddess..." The hooded assassin barely found her tongue to stammer out the words, but Morgana didn't seem bothered in the least. If anything, it brought a bittersweet smile to her full lips.

"It's nice to meet you as well," Morgana spoke again, the most beautiful and perfect words in the whole universe, and with her fingers trailing along the curve of her belly, her smile widened. "Aaa...and done. You're as good as new."

"And call me mother from now on."

"Eh?" the woman blinked, her mind going blank. Morgana had to manually move her head down to see the condition of her face.

"Y-you...d-did...all of...those? T-Those serious and critical injuries all healed as easily as minor scrapes." The assassin's brain went crazy from this mind-boggling and life-shifting moment.

"Hehehe," Morgana chuckled — a soft, velvety sound that thrummed through the air like a lover's whisper in the dark.

"Of course," she said simply as if it were the most obvious thing in the world. "You are mine now. How could I allow my precious daughter to remain broken?"

The assassin stared down at herself in a daze. Her leg, her ruined side, even the old scars that once married her skin... gone. Erased. In their place was flawless flesh — smoother, stronger, and radiating a subtle, humming vitality she had never known.

She flexed her fingers experimentally. They moved with frightening precision, strength coiled beneath her skin like a spring ready to snap. It was as if her body had become a finely crafted weapon, forged anew by divine hands.

"I... I feel..." she whispered, her voice trembling with awe and disbelief.

"Alive," Morgana finished for her, her crimson gaze gleaming. She cupped the woman's face tenderly, tilting it upward so their eyes met once more. "Truly, fully alive for the first time."

A shudder ran through the assassin's — no, her daughter's — body. A ripple of something vast and ancient uncoiled inside her, something primal that answered Morgana's touch, her voice, her mere presence. And at that moment, the assassin couldn't help but hug her new 'Mother'.

"!!!" Morgana froze, not expecting such action, but she gave the girl a small smile and returned the hug gently.

"Thank you. Mother," her new daughter muttered, burying her face deeper in Morgana's embrace. The assassin felt safe, strangely, blissfully protected, like a young pup that had finally found a new family, and a new life.

"You are truly welcome, daughter," Morgana replied, wrapping her in her arms and stroking her back gently. "Do not worry, no matter what, I shall always protect and look after you."

With each slow, soothing stroke of those graceful fingers along her spine, her heartbeat, her breathing, everything about her settled into a deep, content peace. Like the first time after being born.

The two stayed like that for a long moment — just a mother and her new daughter, lost in each other's presence, away from the blood, the pain, the chaos of the world.

Eventually, Morgana gently pulled back, just enough to look into her daughter's face. Her crimson eyes were soft, almost tender, yet beneath that gentleness simmered an unmistakable power — a power that could shape destinies, topple kingdoms, and forge legends.

"What is your name, my sweet child?" Morgana asked, brushing a stray lock of hair from her daughter's forehead with maternal care.

The assassin blinked, her mind sluggish, still drunk on the warmth, the safety. It took her a second to even remember. That name... it felt so distant now like it belonged to someone else. Someone who had died in that forest, under the claws of hounds and the spell of a cruel mage.

"V." But she managed to whisper it. "My name is V."

"V?" Morgana tilted her head cutely, sounding perplexed and curious. "What a strange name. Could I ask what it means?"

"I..." the assassin was about to answer, explain to her new mother, even though it was hard and brought back those memories, but before she could Morgana placed a finger at her lips.

"It's fine, you don't have to explain. I don't care about your past life, you are V, a precious daughter of mine," she spoke to her in that sexy, sweet, and loving tone.

'New mom really is the best,' her inner voice thought as she started to purr like a cat from the love and attention her new mom was showing her, it made her feel wanted, special... loved.

"How about a hot bath?" Morgana asked her with a beautiful smile, getting back at V's senses.

"?!" Only now did V realize that her entire body was filthy—covered in soot and mud, sweat and dried blood. And she didn't like it, not because she was all filthy now, no! Because her new mother's gentle touch deserves better.

A hot bath.

When had she last enjoyed a hot bath, instead of merely cleaning herself with quick spells, dunking herself in cold rivers, or showering on the go using magic stones?

'That's right... I... can't even remember...' V couldn't stop a soft shudder of anticipation as Morgana cradled her against her breast, her heart beating strongly under her ear.

"Alright," she answered. It wasn't quite a whisper, but her voice was low, and trembling just slightly with something that wasn't quite fear, wasn't quite awe.

V had the pleasure of experiencing a noble's life during one of her missions, including bath time, hot and steamy with all kinds of accessories, because of that, the inn's showers would never be able to compare. "Thank you, Mo...ther..."

'Fucking hell... it's so embarrassing to say this...' The assassin grimaced, ears red.

As for Morgana, her lips widened at her daughter's obvious embarrassment. Leaning her cheek lightly atop her head, she held her tightly, savoring the warmth and intimacy.

"That's what Mother is here for," she whispered, stroking V's back, before deciding to make her way to the big pool in the temple, so V could take a much-needed hot bath, cleaning both the body and the mind. However...

In truth, the assassin's inner monologue was screaming.

'Mother! MOTHER! My life is complete!' She wanted to sing and dance, her instincts wanted to run in circles around this magnificent goddess.

'And the warmth, fuck, I think I could live like this forever! Ssshhh! What am I thinking? Keep your fucking cool.'

V took a deep breath trying to calm the monkeys in her mind who were throwing an afterparty, and she did, only for a few seconds.

"!!!" The moment Morgana stepped inside her divine quarter, V lost the words to describe the beauty of the place, even the best hotels of the kingdom didn't come close to this, but when her eyes landed on the big statues in the middle of the pool, her mind became completely blank.

Three naked statues of her new 'Mother' and one of them had a big... interesting dong in between the legs, immediately V recalled the way Morgana introduced herself.

"Goddess of Breeding, Blood, Night and War"

'Oh! Fuck me.'