Morgana: The Mother Of All-Chapter 491: Who Ordered The Extra?

Leading the way, the White Stag began to walk towards the forest’s depths, its hooves making no sound on the mossy ground. The spirit followed, its form shimmering like a heat haze.

"I guess we’re following the giant magical deer now," I said to Vespera, breaking the silence. "Try not to get lost."

"Right," she replied, her tone still laced with suspicion as she fell into step beside me. "And you try not to get ’chosen’ by any more ancient beings on the way."

"Hehehe," I chuckled, and unfortunately, to my bad luck, nothing happened along the way—no more horny monkeys, no more shit-flinging, nothing. The forest was... well, pure.

However, I couldn’t stop gazing at the magnificent White Stag. It’s walk, its every movement, every twitch of its ears was graceful, the very essence of nature.

Of course, he was a male. I could see it.

His huge, heavy balls swayed between his legs with each step, full of potent, life-giving seed. I licked my lips, my pussy getting wet at the thought of what those balls contained.

’I wonder how much cum is inside?’ I thought to myself. ’I wonder how it would feel to be filled with all that pure, untamed energy.’

I couldn’t help but feel a pang of jealousy towards the lucky doe who would get to mate with this magnificent creature.

Wait a second! I can be that lucky doe! Just in a different form... or race.

Anyway, since I can’t just jump and ride his cock with a dark elf and a forest spirit watching, I decided to resist the urge and keep walking.

Soon we reached a hidden grove, a place so perfect it felt like a dream. The moonlight filtered through the canopy, creating a dazzling display of light and shadow. On the right of the grove was a small, crystal-clear pond, its water glowing with a soft, ethereal light. The stag then walked towards the pond and drank from it.

However, what really caught my eye was the massive 200-meter-tall oak tree in the center of the grove. Its trunk was so wide it would take at least twenty people holding hands to encircle it, and its branches stretched up to the heavens, like the arms of a god reaching for the stars. 𝓯𝓻𝓮𝙚𝙬𝓮𝙗𝒏𝙤𝒗𝙚𝙡.𝒄𝒐𝓶

"Is this your true body?" I asked the spirit as I walked towards the tree, my hand outstretched.

"It is," the spirit replied, its form wavering. "The Heartwood. The source of my power. And soon... my grave."

I placed my hand on the bark of the tree. It was warm to the touch, and I could feel a slow, faint heartbeat within it. A very faint heartbeat.

’It’s weak, very weak,’ I thought to myself.

Before I could say anything, I sensed movement coming from all directions.

Creatures of all shapes and sizes emerged from the surrounding trees. There were foxes, deer, rabbits, wolves, squirrels, bears, and monkeys.

From above, I saw many kinds of birds like owls, eagles, crows, and many more that I couldn’t identify.

Even reptiles like snakes and lizards.

All of them had one thing in common: they were pure, white in color, untainted by the corruption that was spreading through the forest.

"They are the last of the pure," the spirit said, its voice filled with sorrow. "The last of my children."

"They’re beautiful," Vespera whispered, her eyes wide with wonder. "I’ve never seen so many different creatures in one place, all living in peace."

"That’s the effect of the Heartwood," the spirit explained. "It radiates an aura of peace and purity. But it’s fading. Soon, the aura will be gone, and they will be at the mercy of the corruption."

’And I’m going to make sure that doesn’t happen,’ I thought to myself.

"Let’s get them out of here."

I stepped forward and raised both of my hands in a prayer-like fashion. Since I’m playing the role of the messenger, I need to act the part.

"Great mother of wombs, hear my plea," I said, my voice filled with mock reverence. "These are your children. They are pure, they are innocent. Grant them safe passage to your horny land. Grant them a new home. A new life."

"Hehehe," I couldn’t help but giggle a bit, almost blowing my cover.

I then closed my eyes and focused my will, opening a portal that led directly to my land.

The portal was huge, big enough to fit the massive oak tree, and it shimmered with a crimson color.

"Get inside now," I commanded, and the forest spirit began guiding the creatures inside the portal, one by one.

The White Stag stood beside me, its silver eyes fixed on the portal, then back at me. A look of understanding in its gaze. He knew what was happening.

Once all the creatures were inside, I turned to the spirit.

"It’s your turn," I said, my tone gentle.

The spirit looked at the Heartwood, then at the portal, then back at me. It was hesitating.

"I..." it started, its form wavering. "I can’t... at least not now."

"Why not?" I asked, my brow furrowed in confusion.

"I must gather what remains of plants, trees, and flowers. The very soul of this forest," the spirit explained. "Without them, the new land would be... empty."

"I understand," I said, nodding my head. "How long will it take?"

"Two days, messenger," the spirit replied. "I will be ready by the time of the ritual."

"Then I will see you in two days," I said, my tone final. "Don’t be late."

I closed the portal, leaving only the spirit, the stag, and us in the grove.

"Now," I said, turning to the White Stag. "It’s just us."

I could feel Vespera’s eyes on me, burning holes in the back of my head. I could almost hear her thoughts, a mix of suspicion, disbelief, and a growing, horrified curiosity. I ignored her. I had bigger fish to fry.

"Well, big guy," I said, walking towards the stag, my hips swaying. "We have a long night ahead of us."

I placed a hand on its flank, feeling the powerful muscles beneath its white fur. The stag didn’t flinch. It just stood there, its silver eyes watching me, calm and composed.

"I need to place my mark on you," I said, focusing my blood magic, creating a seal, "so when the time comes, I can teleport you instantly to safety."

"..." The stag didn’t say anything. It just stood there, letting me do my work.

After I was done, I turned to the spirit, asking if we could spend the night here.

"You are always welcome in my home, messenger," the spirit replied with a respectful bow. "I will leave you two alone."

And then it vanished into the Heartwood tree.

...

The night was peaceful, too peaceful for my taste. But it wasn’t that bad, I had a new personal white pillow to hug all night long. And by pillow, I mean the stag.

I was lying on the soft moss, my head resting on the stag’s belly, my hand stroking close to his sheath, but not touching it. I could feel the heat radiating from him, the steady thrum of his heartbeat.

Vespera, on the other hand, slept like a log, and at some point in the night, she crawled into my side for warmth. Not that I minded having her cute lips sucking on my nipple.

The next morning, I woke up to the feeling of a wet, rough tongue on my cheek. I opened my eyes to find the White Stag’s face just inches from mine, its silver eyes filled with... curiosity? Affection? I couldn’t tell.

"Good morning, handsome," I said, a sleepy smile on my face.

The stag just blinked, then licked my cheek again. I couldn’t help but laugh.

"Alright, alright, I’m up," I said, sitting up and stretching. "We have a queen to seduce."

I then woke Vespera up with a not-so-gentle slap on her lovely ass.

"Mmm~" she moaned, her eyes fluttering open. "Good morning."

"Morning, Pointy," I said, my tone cheerful. "Time to go."

"Go where?" she asked, her mind still foggy with sleep.

"Back to the capital," I said, standing up and dusting myself off. "We have a party to crash."

"Let me prepare breakfast first," she said, sitting up and rubbing her eyes. "I’m hungry as hell."

"No need," I said, gently tapping on my tits. "I have all the nutrition we need."

"!!!" Ves’s face went from sleepy to beet red in a second. But she didn’t refuse and crawled towards me like a hungry baby.

"Hehehe~" I chuckled, watching her eagerly latch onto my nipple, sucking my ’milk,’ her slender fingers playing with my other tit.

"Mmm~ delicious," she moaned, her eyes half-lidded with pleasure.

"Told you," I said, patting her head. "Best breakfast in the world."

"You’re a bad influence," she mumbled, her lips still wrapped around my nipple.

"And you love it," I replied, a smug grin on my face. But then the stag leaned and nudged my other boob with his giant nose, as if asking for a taste.

"Aww~ you want some too, big guy?" I asked, my heart melting at the sight of the majestic creature acting like a puppy. "Of course you can."

I let the stag have a taste, and he drank with gusto, his rough tongue sending shivers down my spine. The pure, untamed energy of the stag mixed with my own divine essence, creating a sensation that was both invigorating and... intoxicating.

"Mmm~..." I couldn’t help but moan, my body trembling with pleasure. "This is... new."

After our ’breakfast,’ we said our goodbyes to the spirit and made our way back to the treeline with the stag following behind. The journey back was uneventful, and soon we found ourselves standing before the shimmering mist gateway.

"Hmm?..." I stopped and turned to Vespera, a mischievous glint in my eyes.

"What now?" she asked, her tone wary.

"You know..." I said, rubbing my chin thoughtfully. "The queen’s invitation specifies ’the one who brings forth the White Stag,’ right?"

"Yeah... so?" she asked, still confused.

"So, technically, anyone who brings the stag to the queen gets the invitation," I explained, a slow grin spreading across my face.

"I’m still not following you."

I rolled my eyes.

"It means," I said, enunciating each word slowly as if speaking to a child, "you don’t have to go inside the forest and hunt the stag. You could just wait for others to hunt and..."

As if on cue, a loud rustling sound came from the opposite direction, followed by a series of angry shouts in Elvish.

"...and steal their prize," I finished, my grin widening.

A group of five high elves, their silver armor gleaming in the sunlight, burst through the trees. They were armed to the teeth, their swords drawn and their bows at the ready. And they looked pissed.

Their leader, a tall, arrogant-looking, never-got-hit-in-the-face elf, stepped forward, pointing a sword at me.

"Hand over the stag, you filth!" he snarled, his face contorted with rage. "You dare to steal our rightful prize!"

"Hmm... I think elven blood in the morning is a great way to start the day."