I was pissed.
Not only was Lora having problems, but who the fuck would have the balls to bully my cute, shy, submissive, sexy, innocent, adorable, hot, sweet, sexy—oh yeah, did I mention sexy—loli goddess?
First off, bullying? Really? I thought gods were better than that. We were gods.
Second, the bully had the audacity to interrupt me right before I picked out my first baby-daddy candidate. I had a sun god with abs like molten iron practically panting for me, and now I had to play the role of knight in shining armor and save the damsel in distress.
And I was a sucker for damsels in distress.
My cock stirred.
"Oh, someone's going to pay." I cracked my neck. "With their holes."
"Mother," Eir began, voice low and edged with concern, "what's wrong?"
"It's Lora. She's in trouble. Come on, let's go save her."
We moved fast. The Gathering was chaos incarnate—feasts of light, auras colliding like drunken fireworks, gods laughing, arguing, flirting. A hundred temptations reached for me, but my anger burned them down. I shoved aside a war-goddess who tried to drag me into a drinking contest, ignored the lust-god who whispered about chains, and even resisted the urge to slap the ass of a cat-girl goddess with a tail so fluffy that a mortal would die if they touched it.
My focus was razor-sharp. Lora needed me.
The Nexus Square appeared ahead, its crystalline lattice glowing like a heartbeat, and there she was. My little loli-goddess.
The moment I spotted what she called "bullying," my rage instantly washed into the background, and horniness replaced it.
"Hey!... Let me go, you meanie!"
"Aww~... but I don't want to, I missed you, Lora~"
Lora's attacker was a female goddess of human appearance with short brown hair, big, round blue eyes, and a curvy body. She wore a long white Greek-like dress that did nothing to hide her figure. And a golden laurel crown.
Her skin glowed faintly with the shine of some pampered goddess who probably never lifted a weapon in her life. And the way she was hugging Lora? Yeah—too tight, too clingy, too fucking territorial.
"Let me go! Morgana will get mad at you ..." Lora tried to free herself from the brunette's embrace, wiggling like a captured rabbit. "...and she'll punish you!
"But I like being punished~" the attacker goddess giggled. "And you're just so soft and cute! You shouldn't even be allowed to walk around without a leash. What if some mean god scooped you up and—oh wait, that's me."
"Morgana!!" Lora cried out the moment she spotted me and reached out with her arms. "Please help me!"
'She's soooo cute,' I thought, and before I knew it, I had already walked up to the two of them.
Lora's tiny hands stretched toward me, her wide eyes sparkling with relief and desperation. My poor little loli goddess looked like a captured kitten in the clutches of some over-affectionate housewife.
The brunette goddess blinked at me as I closed the distance, her smile dripping with smugness, like she thought she was untouchable. Cute.
"Hello~" I purred, my grin sugar-sweet, sharp enough to slice diamonds. "I believe you're holding something that belongs to me."
"Yours?" The brunette goddess's arms tightened around Lora possessively, making the girl squeak. "But she's so soft. So huggable. So squeezable. Surely you don't mind sharing?"
'Sharing? Fucking sharing?' My left eye twitched.
I didn't care that the goddess was probably of a higher rank than me or that her tits were slightly smaller than mine. She was holding Lora, and in my book, that made her a potential target.
I was pissed. I was jealous. I was horny.
I want her.
I leaned in close, my towering presence blotting out her little bubble of smug comfort.
"Darling," I whispered, voice low and dangerous, "I don't share. Especially not my precious, cute, shy, submissive, sexy, innocent, adorable—"
"M-Morgana," Lora squeaked, cheeks blazing red.
"—hot, sweet, sexy goddess." I finished, smirking wide enough to show fang.
The brunette goddess giggled nervously, but her grip faltered when I reached out and scooped both of them into my arms. Lora gave a surprised squeak and squirmed, unable to do anything as she found herself sandwiched between two divine mountains of softness from the front and the back.
"M-Morgana!" Lora's muffled yelp came out somewhere between a cry and a squeak. "I can't breathe!"
"Shhh~" I cooed, rubbing my cheek against her hair, ignoring her flailing arms. "There, there. Safe and warm. No bullies here, only breasts."
"So," then I turned to the other goddess, locking her with my crazy stare. "Who are you?"
The brunette cleared her throat, a faint dusting of pink on her cheeks as she found herself face-to-face with the soft, luscious curves of a predator. She was close enough that I could feel her heartbeat, hear her breathing, and sense the subtle shifting of her body.
"I-I'm Katerina," the goddess answered. "The Goddess of Wine."
"Hmmm... and I'm Morgana," I grinned and introduced myself. "The Goddess of Sex."
I chose 'Sex' over 'Breeding' since it's not the right time to reveal the fact that I'm a Breeder, plus breeding is just a higher rank version of sex, so there was no harm.
"G-goddess of Sex?" Katerina's eyes widened, her rosy lips parting as if the words themselves had stolen her breath. Her grip on Lora faltered completely now, her arms falling slack while the little loli goddess buried her red face deeper into my chest to hide from the world.
"Yup," I smirked, letting my tongue linger on the word as I tightened my hug around Lora, pressing her tighter between my breasts. Eir already moved in behind us like a shadow made of steel. "The Goddess of Sex. Which means I'm very possessive about what's mine. Especially when it comes to my cute little loli goddess."
"M-Morgana…" Lora's muffled voice trembled against my breast. She tried to wriggle free, but all she managed was to squish herself harder, making her squeak again.
"I… I didn't mean harm." Katerina licked her lips nervously, her blue eyes flicking toward Lora, then back to me. "She's just… too adorable. I couldn't resist. And we're old friends, right, Lora?"
"Is that true?" I looked down at the little loli goddess, who was trying her hardest to bury herself in the softest depths of my cleavage.
"Y-Yes," she said in a small, timid voice, her words muffled by my divine pillows.
"Well," I flashed a toothy grin at the brunette. "Then you won't mind if we sit for a nice chat."
"Of course," she snapped her fingers, materializing three golden chalices filled with wine. "I love chatting. We can have a nice drink and catch up."
"Oh! Thank you very much!" I smiled and took one chalice.
Katerina offered Eir the other, but the white-haired Valkyrie merely raised her hand in polite refusal, her face a stone wall, her stance unbending.
'Good,' I thought and took a sip. 'Stay on guard. Just in case.'
"What about me?" Lora pouted. "You didn't offer me any wine."
"Aww~ you're still underage," Katerina said with a sly smile, clearly teasing the loli goddess.
Lora puffed her cheeks, glaring up from the safety of my cleavage, her pout so ridiculously adorable it made my cock twitch.
"I'm a goddess too! Age doesn't even matter!" she protested, wriggling in my arms like a little kitten trapped in a silk blanket.
"Hehehe." Katerina giggled behind her chalice, swirling the crimson liquid as the golden surface reflected her smug smile.
"Maybe so, but you still look underage. And rules are rules~." She tilted her head, her laurel crown catching the glow of the Nexus Square's crystalline light. "Besides, you're much too sweet for something as bitter as wine. Better leave that to the grown-ups, hm?"
'Oh... I'm starting to like this goddess, she's fuckable.'
"..."
Alright, I know that everyone is fuckable in my eyes, but this wine goddess Katerina was above average and really tempting, even more than the previous sun god.
Anyway, we sat on the edge of a fountain and chatted. Katerina and I were doing most of the talking while Lora listened, drinking the orange juice I gave her.
Apparently, Katerina and Lora had known each other for a long time. They met a hundred years ago when Lora attended the Gathering for the first time. Katerina took a liking to Lora and helped her with many things, like how to manage her planet and farming faith points.
Surprisingly, Katerina was a good friend; she had no ill intent, and it seemed that she really liked Lora. The only problem was that she liked to tease the loli a lot with cute names and over-the-top affections.
'Sex and Wine, a dangerous pair.'
I turned to the wine goddess, attempting to ask her if I could add her as a friend, when suddenly a shadow blocked the sunlight. I looked up and saw a towering, strange-looking god.
He was a man, an old man, but with long black hair and a full beard, he was cloaked in a raven-feathered cloak that covered his entire body and a hood that covered his face, but the most noticeable thing about him was the single metal eye patch he wore on his right eye.
"Greetings," the old man spoke in a raspy voice and extended his hand to me. "I am Odin, the All-Father."
"..."
"Hello," I said, standing up and shaking his hand. "I am Morgana, the All-Mother."
"Eh?"
Lora, Katerina, Eir, Odin, and even the two gods that were standing behind him kinda froze for a moment, they all looked at me, shocked, surprised, confused, and even a hint of disbelief.
Did I just call myself All-Mother?
Yes. Yes, I did. Why? Because that was a FACT!!
I, the amazing, perfect, and horny Victoria Morgana Nosferat, was the mother of all things. I would not allow some old shit to call himself the All-Father in front of me.
Yes, I know it doesn't make sense, but when does sex make sense?
Anyway, it was time to take my place as the true ALL-MOTHER!!
"BWAHAHAHA." Suddenly, Odin burst into laughter, his cloak shook, and his hand slapped his knee.
"Hahahahaha... I have not heard such an arrogant title since the days of my youth," the old god laughed, then he stopped, his expression turning serious as his eye shifted to Eir.
"A Valkyrie?" he said, scanning her from head to toes. "And a pure blooded one at that. Stronger and more powerful than any I've ever seen, what's your name, daughter of battle?"
"I'm not your daughter." Eir's voice was low and cold as she stepped forward, placing herself between me and the old god, her hand resting on the hilt of her spear. "And my name is not for your lips, old god."
"My my, what a temperament," Odin chuckled and turned to me. "How much do you want for her? I can offer you a good price, All-Mother."
FUSHHH!
"Do you have a death wish, punk?"