Morgana: The Mother Of All

Chapter 182: A New Form Of Art

SNAP!

Snapping my fingers, a red portal opened up before me, and the very next second, the demon governor came flying through the portal, crashing into the hard floor at my feet.

"Welcome back, governor," I said with a smirk, staring at the beaten and bruised demon—a sight that I was happy to see. A little bit of revenge was always good for the soul. Yet it was only the start.

"I..." He wanted to speak, to curse, to complain, but he was smart enough to swallow his words when his eyes landed on me. It was so fucking satisfying to see the shocked look in his eyes when he realized that I was sitting on his throne in the middle of the city's courtyard. His eyes darted around, and all he saw was thousands of demons surrounding him from all sides, staring at him with a look that ripped his soul apart.

"So, here we are," I said, crossing my legs and leaning on the back of the throne. "Tell me, did you enjoy torturing me for all those years?"

"Y-You?" The demon governor's eyes bulged, staring at my face with a mix of shock, hatred, and confusion. He could not believe that I was the same woman he tortured and fucked for ten years straight.

"That's right, the bitch that you used and abused for the past ten years," I said with a smile. The satisfaction was too strong; I almost wanted to laugh. However, I kept myself composed and stared at the demon, my eyes narrowed, waiting for his reaction.

"Y-You can't be her. I don't understand," the demon governor mumbled, shaking his head. His eyes were scanning my body as if searching for a clue or some kind of sign—a sign that I was not who he thought I was.

I guess it makes sense. I had a human appearance before, and now I'm in my new form—a demon form. I received this form in my fourth or fifth year; I can't recall well. The notification just popped out one day informing me that I gained a new form. There were no requirements before, so I have no idea how I gained it.

What makes the form more interesting is that it was called "Primordial Demon Form," and it has multiple versions that I could change. At the moment, I have three: the Naga Form, the Imp Form, and the Primordial Form, which I'm using right now. The form leans more draconic in nature.

"Is your head okay? Can't you even recognize the mother of your children?" I asked, tilting my head. The smile was still there; my face was a mask of calmness and confidence—a display of pure power. The more he gazed at my face, the more despair he felt.

"Sigh... let's just end this quickly," I said, sighing. With a wave of my hand, the demon began to float in the air toward me. "You know... drinking my blood was a big mistake. After all, it is the source of my power that allows me to do things like this."

"Wha-what are you?" the demon governor mumbled. He was confused, scared, angry, and lost. His eyes were locked on me, but his mind was drifting. His eyes were moving around, looking for an answer, an explanation, or maybe a helping hand that could save him from his fate.

"Why the sad face?" I asked, standing up. The sound of my wings spreading was the only thing I heard. The silence was complete, and the atmosphere was heavy. Everyone in the courtyard was watching the demon float and twitch in the air, their eyes filled with hate and desire, wishing that they were the ones who would deliver the punishment.

"Don't worry; you'll be reborn. And for what remains, your pathetic life shall serve me and my family's needs," I said, placing a finger on his cheek—a soft and gentle touch. The demon's body froze. He couldn't move. The fear was growing, and the dread was setting in. He was right.

"!!!" In the very next moment, his body began to change. His flat, muscular chest began to grow, and his arms and legs began to shorten. His body shrunk until he was no more than two meters tall. Then the muscles started to disappear. His abs, biceps, and thighs were vanishing, and his waist began to slim. His neck and face became smooth, and his skin changed color to a pale tone.

In less than a minute, the demon governor had changed, turning into a beautiful, sexy, and voluptuous demon girl with massive boobs, a big round ass, a thin waist, and a pussy that seemed to be begging to be fucked.

"Hahahahaha..." The now-female governor couldn't stop herself from laughing. The humiliation was too great. After all, her entire life she lived as a man, and now, with a snap of someone's fingers, she was turned into a woman—a sexy woman.

"How do you feel?" I asked with the same smirk on my face. The scene was quite hilarious. The proud and mighty governor who tortured and raped me, some of his own daughters, and countless others was now turned into a sex doll—a sex toy for me to use as I see fit.

"Y-You fucking bitch," the demon growled. Her body was shaking, her face twisted in anger, her hands reaching toward my neck.

"Oh." With a flick of my hand, the demon girl's hands were bound behind her back. The chains, made from blood, wrapped around her arms and torso, immobilizing her.

"Now, now, no need for that," I said, walking around her and inspecting her naked body—my new art.

"What the fuck are you doing?" the demon girl cursed. Her eyes were locked on mine, trying to kill me with her gaze alone. I guess turning into a woman gave her some courage. I only changed the body and kept her mind intact.

"Just looking," I answered, placing my hand on her big tits. They were soft but firm, just the way I liked.

"Don't fucking touch me!" she yelled, twisting her body.

SMACK!n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om

"Ahhh!" With just one smack on the lovely round ass, the demon girl let out a cute scream, and she orgasmed instantly. Her cheeks turned red, and her eyes teared up. The sensitivity of her new body was far higher than her original one—by at least ten times.

"I see, interesting," I said, rubbing the area where I just smacked her. The demon girl bit her lip, trying her best not to scream or moan. She was stubborn and strong—I made her like this for my amusement—yet her body was betraying her, the heat was gathering between her thighs, and the wetness began to form.

"Stop, don't touch me," she pleaded.

"I must say, you have a fine body," I whispered, tracing my fingers down her spine, making her twitch and shiver as pleasure rose within her.

"I told you, stop" the demon girl shouted, the heat was gathering on her cheeks, her breathing was becoming haggard and her chest was heaving up and down. Her eyes were darting around, searching for an exit, for a way out.

SMACK!

"Ahhhh!" another cute scream, this time, I smacked her pussy, the impact was soft, but the pain was intense, and the sensation was overwhelming for her.

"Oh, you're wet," I said, smiling at her. A cruel smile, the kind of smile that a devil would make. "Don't worry, you'll have your fun"

"H-Huh?" The demon girl mumbled, staring at me, but before she could form a word or understand a thing, I threw her in the air toward my children.

"Have your fun with her, but keep her alive, I need her"

YES, MOTHER!" The entire demon army—male, female, and futa—bowed and cheered. It was clear why; they were tired after taking the city. They needed relief, and the demon governor's new body was perfect. Since I only told them not to kill her, they could do anything to her.

The demons quickly surrounded the fallen demon. Their eyes were lustful. Their hands and feet were slowly removing their own armor and unsheathing their large rods. Each one was currently gazing at the demon girl's naked and voluptuous body, drinking in her beauty and the smell—the smell of a fertile and ready bitch that was about to become a breeding whore.

"Mother..." the demon girl standing to my right called. Her voice was soft, a little hesitant, and a hint of embarrassment was evident. I immediately understood what she wanted and opened my arms wide.

"Come here, my little girl," I said with a gentle smile. The girl blushed, her eyes filled with love and gratitude. She quickly jumped on me and embraced me, her arms wrapped around my waist and her head buried in my chest.

"Ahh... I waited my whole life for this moment," the demon girl sighed, nuzzling her nose on my breast, inhaling deeply, enjoying the sweet and addicting smell.

"Me too, my daughter."

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