"Ugh... My head."
After about fifteen minutes of motionless stillness, the godly woman stirred again. Her slender fingers rose to her forehead, rubbing at the divine throb pulsing just behind her temple. Her eyelids fluttered open with a soft hiss of breath, revealing crimson irises glazed with lingering disorientation.
But it wasn't Morgana who woke up this time.
It was Victoria, her twin sister.
She blinked twice, her gaze darting around the familiar divine bedroom in the holy temple.
"This woman never sleeps," she grumbled, pushing herself upright with a tired groan. "And don't get me started on that crazy sex drive."
Even now, her legs trembled slightly beneath her—remnants of yet another divine conquest Morgana had indulged in while Victoria had been dormant. The body still pulsed with lingering heat, divine pleasure soaked deep into every nerve like a curse.
Living inside her sister's godly body, Victoria still couldn't get used to it, all those feelings and lust for sex. Only boosted her desire for her twin sister.
Victoria had always been the quiet one. The thoughtful twin. Calculating. Patient. Distant.
But that wasn't the full truth.
No.
The real Victoria was something else entirely—something darker, something possessive. Something that smiled sweetly while sharpening the knife behind her back.
She's a true yandere. Her obsession with Morgana is like... well, Morgana's obsession with a good breeding. The only difference was that Victoria doesn't even know or understand her feelings. Before, she kept them hidden and in check, but now, with her sister's divine body affecting her, all those feelings began to slowly manifest.
And every single day, the more Morgana poured her divine love into others—mortals, gods, demons, children—the more Victoria's obsession festered. It took root like ivy in the cracks of her mind. Grew deeper. Thicker. Thornier.
She no longer knew where her own feelings ended and Morgana's influence began. Was it her craving, or the body's? Was it desire, or something more sacred? Or was it simply madness—a yandere goddess born from divine intimacy and spiritual overstimulation?
Did it matter?
Probably not.
She doesn't know when, and how... but Victoria was very sure of one thing... One terrible, crazy, beautiful, undeniable thing.
At some point… She and Morgana would breed.
"Sigh." With an exasperated sigh, the godly woman ran her hand through her silver hair before calling the thing that lives inside her sister's head, which was also her head.
"Hey… you there?" she called out softly, voice unsteady. "Herma… yes?"
[Yes, Lady Victoria,] came the immediate, calm response. [You seem… stirred.]
"I heard your call," Victoria said, ignoring the comment, yet excitement was evident in her tone. "You said my new body is here?"
[That is correct. Your vessel is ready.]
Victoria's blood ran warm in her veins. A vessel. The very words sent shivers through her body, yet before she could ask again, a rush of memories flooded into her mind, like a broken dam.
Memories of everything that Morgana did from the last time Victoria woke up until this very moment. A thousand horny memories rushed through the back of her head. Victoria didn't really have the time and privacy to sit back and recall them in a nice manner; all of them kept rushing, non-stop.
The moans. The laughter. The screams. The wet sounds. The gushing warmth. The kissing. The chanting. The birthing.
Every act of lust, every ounce of breeding, every pulse of shared passion poured into her like divine fire.
"!!!" Her eyes went wide.
"Wait—no, not—!"
The heat hit her before she could even shield herself. Her thighs squeezed together. Her mouth opened in a breathless gasp.
"AHHH—~!"
She came. Violently. Pathetically. Shamefully.
Just from remembering.
[Would you like me to slow the memory sync next time?] Herma asked with a strange, barely noticeable amusement in her voice.
Victoria flopped back onto the bed with a long sigh, trembling a little. Her pussy was pulsing. The silver hair of her head tussled against the pillows as she lifted her hips slightly off the sheets, whimpering, making an ahegao-like face as her toes curled.
"No," she said with a cracked smile. "Just… give me a moment…"
She lay there, body twitching, heart pounding.
And a thought slithered through her brain, dark and beautiful and utterly insane.
If just the memories could do this to her…
What would happen if she finally had Morgana's love all to herself?
Forever?
Yes, she would have Morgana.
Not as a sister.
Not even as a lover.
But as hers.
Bound. Forever.
"Hehehehe"
A low, unhinged giggle escaped her lips. She covered her face with a hand, not knowing whether to scream or laugh louder. It didn't matter. Nothing did. Not when she could still feel her sister's scent clinging to the sheets. To the skin. To the soul.
Victoria shuddered as another orgasm shook her, and another. The thoughts filled her, as delicious and deceptively simple as they were dangerous. And it seemed that the twin knew nothing but horny, which just made it worse.
[Shall I prepare your vessel now, Lady Victoria?] Herma's voice interrupted gently, as if nothing at all was wrong.
She paused, lips parting slowly in something that wasn't quite a smile—too strained. Too sharp. Too… hungry.
"So my sister managed to acquire the dragon-like egg," she said, extracting the information from the memories, and when she saw what Morgana gave to the egg and what her end goal was, Victoria almost let a girlish squeal leave her mouth.
"So my sister wants to fuck a dragon dick? Hehe... lucky~.... I would have the biggest, hottest, roughest dragon cock possible." She couldn't help her fantasies; this was the ultimate yandere-girl scenario, and it's her sister. The relationship is already taboo to begin with. But Morgana won't give a fuck about it, and Victoria was her twin. They are similar in many ways.
A predatory, determined gleam entered her crimson eyes. Her body was still Morgana's, but her mind was now completely her own, cold and calculating. The prospect of having a dragon cock in the future thrilled her, but it was the act of breeding with Morgana that truly excited her. The thought of that act, to have the most divine dragon cock in the universe, to breed her sister, fill her womb, was an obsession.
Her hand drifted down, a divine finger tracing the shape of Morgana's new, swollen belly—the womb now carrying the dragon egg.
"Herma," she said, rolling onto her side with effort. "Show me."
A soft chime answered her, and then the room darkened. No torches flickered out—rather, a shadow bled across the divine space, a velvet curtain of void that spread from the corners of the room inward. At its heart, a new figure materialized: a glowing silhouette floating within a crystalline womb of divine energy. Feminine, curved, powerful. Hers.
Victoria's new body.
Tall. Ethereal. Sleek as starlight and yet sculpted with an edge of something primal. Built not just for beauty, but for dominance. The perfect vessel—something between goddess, succubus, and dragon.
"Oh… oh my." Her breath hitched. "She's beautiful."
[Designed in your image, Lady Victoria,] Herma intoned softly. [But improved. Enhanced. Entirely yours. With the help of the temple, everything is possible.]
Herma was using the temple's power to design a template for the new body.
Victoria stepped forward slowly, as if pulled by gravity. Her gaze devoured every detail of the form suspended in that crystal shell. The lines of muscle. The elegant curve of the spine. The sharp, teasing smile on the face she hadn't yet worn.
"It's… magnificent," she whispered. Her fingers hovered just shy of the surface. "I'll finally be free."
[Free to claim what you desire,] Herma said, voice calm. [Free to take your place beside your sister.]
"Oh, no. Not beside." Victoria's eyes narrowed with sharp amusement.
She leaned in, a smile forming on her lips.
"Inside her.... Hehehe"
Swiftly, Victoria began adjusting her new body. The face was her own, but with more draconic features. However, the rest of the body remained only a template, mainly the color of her hair, eyes, and scales. Those would be determined inside Morgana's womb and based on the magical abilities Victoria would acquire inside.
And based on the absorbed collection of godly powers and skills Morgana gave her. Victoria was worried that she would be born with rainbow-colored hair and scales.
'Nothing the temple can't fix,' she shook her head at the worrying thought and kept customizing her body. 'The important thing is that I have a dragon-like cock to breed my sister.'
And after the endless hours of picking, deciding, and fantasizing. Her customization was complete.
The dragoness-like woman standing in front of the full-length mirror is taller than the current Morgana. Around 2.5 m and leanly muscular, built not just for looks, but for pure dominance. Victoria's only regret was that she was weak back on Earth, and because of that weakness, Morgana suffered for ten thousand years in hell, alone.
"This time I'll be the one protecting."
With determination, Victoria pressed a finger on the template.
"Herma," she said, her voice now completely steady, the madness and lust melting into a cold resolve. "Prepare my soul. Transfer it now."
[Understood, Lady Victoria,] Herma replied with the hint of a smile, [May your path lead you back to your true love.]