Morgana: The Mother Of All

Chapter 171: Mother’s Fury

"Ughhhh," a painful groan escaped my throat as I crawled backward using my elbows to the bed, while a cold shiver ran through my whole body. The sudden change to my belly was too fast, and it came out of nowhere.

"Shit..." I cursed, glaring at the bloated belly. The babies were growing like mad, yet I sensed something strange. I could feel movement from some of my babies; the little things were wiggling, moving, and kicking. But the others were still, or to be more precise, they were inside eggs.

'Do I have two different types inside me?' I thought, pulling myself into the bed and spreading my legs as far as I could.

The possibility of having two types of naga daughters inside me and with this massive number scared me a little. Not because I couldn't give birth to them—my body could handle anything that comes out of my womb. I'm a mother of thousands. My fear was that the eggs might break inside me due to the crazy movement of their sisters.

'I don't want any of my babies to die.'

I prayed that my breeder's body could handle this and adapt to the rapid growth and the movement, not wanting any of the naga-babies to get hurt—or worse, killed.

'Ugh... please survive.'

I wasn't praying to any god, not really. I'm not a religious type, and I never believed in any religion—I think—but this had me wondering for a second. If I ascended and became a goddess, would I need to have a religion? If yes, what would it be about?

"..."

Yeah, I know, that was a stupid question. With my race, perverted mind, it's obvious that I'll be a sex and breeding goddess, and the religion would be about dicks, pussies, sex, and orgies all day.

'Hmm... that's actually a good idea,' I smiled, imagining a world full of orgies. 'Oh, the things I could do.'

"UGH!" The sharp pain brought me back from the land of horny fantasy and back to the dark room. Looking down, I could see that the swelling had stopped, and the skin was stretched as much as it could, leaving me with a huge round belly that blocked my view completely and a pair of hard nipples, with a constant stream of milk leaking out.

"Humph.... Alright... here I go." Taking a deep breath, I held the swollen belly, gritted my teeth, and pushed. The muscles in my vagina were tense, and I could feel a lot of pressure.

"Ugh...AHHH!"

My eyes went wide in surprise. The moment my vagina spread open, a blue slimy hand came out, followed by two more. I couldn't see my naga daughters fully, but I was sure they were humanoid and had legs, not a half-snake body like their naga mother.

[Congratulations, you gave birth to 'Naga Demon' for the first time.]

[9000BP]

A moment later.

Thud!

An egg was pushed out of my pussy and landed on the soft bed with a thud. The egg was gray with blue spots and covered in a slimy substance. The shell was thick, and the size was a little bigger than a watermelon.

'Holy shit, the eggs are big,' I cursed, staring at the egg, then at my belly that didn't shrink, even after pushing the egg out. 'This is gonna take a while.'

...

'What the fuck!'

I was stunned, staring at the ten eggs and the eight little babies that were sucking on my nipples like no tomorrow. I had to grow two more breasts, or they would rip each other apart.

'Damn, they grow so fast.'

I swear it took less than ten minutes, and they were already the size of a small child. The eight daughters I gave birth to were all humanoid, very similar to the snake woman who brought me here. Human-like hands and legs. The only thing that gave away their race was the head, which was that of a snake with blue scales and bright yellow eyes.

Another thing I noticed was that all of them were females, and not a single one of them was a futa. Now I could be wrong, and the naga race is female-only with the ability to grow cocks. But, as the only breeder, I have the ability to give birth to a futa version of any race.

Crack!

"Huh?" One of the eggs began to crack. The shell was breaking apart, and a little blue hand broke through the opening.

"Come, little one, mommy is waiting."

With that said, I slightly leaned forward and gently opened the cracked shell. The little naga was wiggling, and her hissing was cute. But the moment she came out, I opened my eyes wide.

"Oh, I see now," I said, realizing what the difference was between my daughters.

This one was different from her first eight sisters. Instead of having a humanoid lower body, the little one was a half-snake, like her naga mother. The baby was wiggling and hissing; her tail was wrapped around my arm, and she was looking around her dark surroundings, probably searching for the source of the sound and her mommy.

"Hello, my little one," I said softly, and the little blue naga looked at me. Her big yellow eyes were wide and shining. The little one hissed a couple of times before slithering and crawling up to me.

"Here, come to mommy," I called, holding my arms open, and the little blue snake slithered inside and crawled all the way to my boob. There, she pushed one of her sisters latched onto one of the nipples, and started suckling.

"You're hungry, aren't you," I smiled, rubbing the head of the baby naga. "There, drink all you want."

And just like that, the baby kept drinking and suckling. Soon, the other nine eggs began to crack, and a few moments later, nine more beautiful little nagas came out of their eggs and joined their sisters and mommy.

"Oh, hello there," I said, staring at the nine little blue-skinned baby snakes who were wiggling and crawling all over the bed. Some of them were hissing, and others were staring at me.

"At least one inherited a little of me," I said with a smile, gently holding in my arms a little white naga, who was staring at me with her beautiful red eyes that were a reptile version of mine. She was cute, and I couldn't wait for her to grow up and become a real beauty just like her mommy.

"Hisss!"

Raising my head, I saw the giant blue naga who had been ignoring me the whole time, focusing on her meal, approaching the bed. I didn't know why, but the look on her snake face was strange—a cold gaze and a blank expression that made me feel uneasy about her. And I was right.

"!!!" Because in a split second, she snatched the white one from my arms and brought it close to her face.

"Hey! What are you doing?" I shouted, sitting up and trying to reach the little girl. The other babies were scared because of my loud voice and me suddenly pushing them, hiding under the blanket.

The giant naga woman had kept her eyes locked on the little white-scaled naga baby before, and without a word, her jaws snapped open and swallowed the baby whole.

"!!!" The sound and sight made my heart stop. In that split second that seemed like an eternity for me, I wondered if what I had just seen was a trick, a dream, or a mind game the trial was playing on me. I mean, who would believe that a mother could eat her own child—even if she was a beast, right?

"NOOOOOOOOO!...YOU BITCH!" I snapped, and without thinking or hesitation, jumped and lunged at the giant blue-skinned naga. Gathering whatever mana I could under the effect of the slave collar, I punched her hard in the face. The force and the surprise attack made her stagger and fall backward.

BOOM!

"GIVE ME BACK MY DAUGHTER, YOU BITCH!"

Using my feet and hands, I forced her giant mouth open, grabbed the little white-scaled baby, and pulled her out before I lost her forever. The little naga was coughing, and her breathing was weak.

"Don't worry, sweetheart. Mommy is here."

Holding my daughter in hand, I jumped back into the bed and used the blanket to carry my little kids to the corner of the room, away from the giant blue bitch who had no problem eating her own child!

"HISSSS!!" The giant naga hissed, shaking her head. Everything happened so fast that she didn't have time to even realize it. But now her glowing yellow eyes were locked on the white naga, and her tail was dancing in the air.

"Why would you do that?!" I shouted, demanding a clear answer. Why would she eat her own kid? Even a beast knows that it is wrong.

"Hissss...." The naga only hissed, her eyes not leaving my white daughter. But then she raised her hand, pointing at her blue scales and then at my daughter, and said:

"Hiisss.... different... must die."

"What the fuck!" I shouted, shocked at her words. Was that her reason? Because the baby had a different color, she must die. "Are you crazy? She's your daughter too!"

"HISSS," she hissed again, not caring about my words.

"Touch any of my daughters, and I'll skin you alive!"

For Advance chapters, you can find in My Patreon