Ding!
[World Tree awakening completed]
'Finally,' I thought, a shiver of pure, maternal ecstasy rippling through my core. 'After all those months nurturing her in my womb—twisting that sweet elf's innocent little brain into a puddle of lust, pounding every one of my holes with those throbbing green veins, flooding my insides with her hot, sticky sap-cum... my baby girl is here.'
I feel her.
A soul so pure, so innocent, yet powerful beyond comprehension.
A new world tree.
Her consciousness was a gentle warmth that spread through my land, a silent 'hello' that echoed in the depths of everyone's being.
The orgies paused mid-thrust. Wolf-kin mid-knot, rabbit-kin mid-bounce, goblins mid-gobble—all froze, their bodies trembling as they felt her touch. One by one, they rose, slick and glistening, drawn like moths to her glow. They gathered at the center of the city, faces lifted toward the colossal tree, eyes wide with awe and reverence. Moans turned to prayers, cocks and pussies throbbing in worship.
The World Tree hadn't grown an inch—not because she couldn't, but because her transformation ran so deep, so massive, that I'd poured my divine energy into suppressing it. One wrong twitch, and her trunk's radius would've exploded for miles, turning my horny paradise into splinters.
"Phew... settle down now, big girl," I whispered, wiping a bead of sweat from my brow. Even with my Iron Rank Goddess status, holding back that kind of growth was like trying to contain a tidal wave in a thimble.
My Little Rose — my sweet, pregnant Aeli — stood beside me, her body leaning on my side, her emerald eyes shimmering with unshed tears as the gentle presence brushed against her mind like a soft kiss.
"Morgana… she's… beautiful," Aeli whispered, one hand cradling the slight swell of her belly where my child grew.
"Hehe~... Time to meet my newest daughter properly."
I sauntered toward the Tree, hips swaying, the aphrodisiac breeze carrying my scent ahead like a promise of depravity. The crowd parted for me, their gazes hungry, but I waved them off with a playful flick of my wrist.
"Later, my dears. Mommy's got family business first." I winked, and a collective groan of disappointment rose from the crowd, mixed with desperate pleas.
I could already tell that we're going to have a month-long orgy tonight.
As I reached the trunk, its bark pulsed warmly under my palm, veins glowing brighter at my touch. I pressed my body against it, my breasts flattening against the rough, living wood. A shudder ran through the Tree, a gasp of pleasure rippling through her leaves.
"Mother~..." Her voice echoed in my mind, a chorus of rustling leaves and dripping sap, sweet as nectar and filthy as sin. A new tendril descended—thicker this time, tipped with a blooming flower that unfurled into plush, petal-soft lips. No, wait... those weren't just lips. Hidden within was a fat, veiny tree-cock, slick with glowing sap, already beading at the slit. Below it, flower-pussy lips quivered, dripping invitingly.
"Aww, look at you," I cooed, stripping off my gown in one fluid motion, my futa-cock springing free and hardening at the sight. "So eager for Mommy's milk. Come here, baby."
The tendril-cock plunged forward, wrapping around my waist like a lover's arm, pulling me flush against the trunk. Petal-lips kissed my breasts, suckling greedily as sap-milk flowed from my nipples—lactation kicking in hard. I moaned, grinding my cock against her bark, feeling roots tease up my thighs. One root-tentacle, smooth as silk and thick as my wrist, nudged against my asshole before sliding deep with a wet squelch, writhing inside me like a living thing.
"Fuck yes~... taste Mommy's love," I gasped, as another root plunged into my pussy, pumping in tandem with the one in my ass.
Schlurp! Splurt!
Her tree-cocks rocked, stretching me wide with glowing sap-lube, pounding deep as vines wrapped my limbs, binding me in ecstasy. The crowd watched, masturbating furiously, their faith and lust fueling my power.
"MOMMY~... I FEEL SO... FULL~... SO... ALIVE~"
"Cummming!"
I came first, flooding her depths with thick breeder-cum, triggering her own climax. Sap exploded from her cock, filling my guts until I bulged, her pussy gushing nectar that soaked us both. The ground trembled as her tree trunk opened up, revealing a glowing chamber.
She pulled me inside with her roots, depositing me gently on the wooden floor. I looked around me and found the chamber empty, save for a single, glowing seed—no bigger than my fist—pulsating where a heart would be. It was her. Her core.
"Mommy..." Her whisper came from the seed itself, and it glowed with an emerald light, covering the entire chamber, momentarily blinding me.
"Hmm?..." Narrowing my eyes, I spotted a figure from within the green light.
A small girl with long, emerald-green hair that cascaded down her back like a waterfall of leaves. She was no older than ten, with skin the color of fresh bark and eyes that glowed with the same ancient light as the World Tree itself.
She stood before me, naked and unashamed, her small, budding breasts heaving with each breath. Her pussy was a delicate flower, its petals slightly parted, dewy with her arousal.
A loli! A cute tree-loli.
"Mother..." she said, her voice a melodious chirp.
"Hello, my sweet little tree," I said, a warm smile spreading across my face. I opened my arms, and she ran into them, her small body fitting perfectly against mine.
She nuzzled her head into my breasts, her lips finding my nipple and latching on, sucking greedily.
"Mmm~ that's it, my precious Little Sprout," I purred, voice husky with divine lust, rocking her gently as another gush of milk rewarded her devotion. "Drink up Mommy's essence... grow strong on it. You're already so perfect—such a good girl for Mommy."
A soft, needy whimper escaped her lips as she suckled, her tiny tongue swirling around my nipple like a vine seeking sunlight. Warm, sweet milk flowed freely from my breast, filling her eager mouth—her cheeks puffing out before she gulped it down with sloppy, blissful gluck-gluck sounds.
My hand cradled the back of her head, fingers tangling in that silky emerald cascade, while my other arm held her close, her lithe little body grinding instinctively against my thigh. Her flower-pussy left a slick trail of nectar on my skin, hot and sticky, her budding clit-peaks throbbing like a heartbeat.
Her glow intensified, bathing the chamber in that intoxicating emerald haze, and I felt her power humming through me—a raw, untamed force that made my futa-cock twitch and leak pre-cum against her belly.
She was innocent, wrapped in primal hunger, her small hands exploring my curves with curious squeezes, pinching my free nipple until it squirted a milky arc onto her forehead. She giggled mid-suck, the sound like wind chimes in a storm, then popped off with a wet smack, milk dribbling down her chin.
"Mother... more," she chirped, eyes half-lidded in bliss, her voice a chorus of leaves and moans. "Mommy's milk makes Little Sprout... all tingly down there."
I chuckled, grinding my cock against her belly, smearing pre into her navel.
"Oh, I'll make you tingle all right, baby girl," I promised, my voice dropping to a sultry growl as I hoisted her up effortlessly. Her legs instinctively wrapped around my waist, her slick flower-pussy pressed right against the underside of my shaft. I held her there, letting her feel the heat, the pulse of my breeder-cock eager to claim her. "But first... Mommy needs to teach you how to please her properly."
With a sudden, fluid shift, I spun her around, planting her hands flat against the glowing chamber wall. Her little ass, round and juicy like a ripe fruit, wiggled back at me in invitation. I knelt behind her, parting her cheeks with reverent hands, and there it was—her pussy, a perfect dew-kissed flower, petals glistening with nectar, clenching around nothing.
"Look at that pretty little cunt," I murmured, leaning in to inhale deeply. Her scent was earthy and sweet, like morning dew on fresh bark, mixed with the musk of pure, unbridled lust. My tongue darted out, tracing the delicate folds, savoring the taste of her essence—richer than ambrosia, more addictive than any drug.
"MOMMY~!" Little Sprout cried out, her back arching as I lapped at her clit, sucking it into my mouth with hard, rhythmic pulses. Her juices flowed freely, coating my chin, dripping down her thighs. Vines erupted from the chamber floor, slithering up to bind her wrists and ankles.
"M-Mother~! Tingly... so tingly! Little Sprout's flower... blooming~!" she cried, her voice a symphony of chirps and gasps, her core pulsing brighter with every flick of my tongue. I sucked her clit between my lips, sometimes gently biting it.
I didn't shove my fingers at all; I wanted my cock to be the first to breach her virgin depths.
"Good girl," I purred against her folds, giving her clit one last, teasing lick before rising to my knees. I gripped my futa-cock, giving it a few slow, deliberate strokes, spreading her nectar along the length.
"Mommy's going to plant her seed deep inside you now," I announced, my voice thick with lust. "I'm going to fuck you until you're bursting with my babies, until your roots intertwine with mine and you never want to leave Mommy's embrace."
"Ahh~! Y-Yes! Mommy's seed! Little Sprout wants... needs!"