Whoosh!!

It took a second to pass from a cold, damp underground dungeon to a beautiful, warm, and homely room. The sudden transition was jarring, a dizzying shift from oppressive chill to enveloping warmth.

"Ah... so warm," Liliana muttered, a shiver still running through her as the hot air filled her lungs, chasing away the lingering dampness of the dungeon. Her eyes, still adjusting, widened as she took in her new surroundings. This was… unexpected.

A small yet cozy room greeted her, simple yet stylish with crimson tapestries that seemed to absorb the flickering light of the candles. A sturdy wooden table and two chairs stood in the center, all crafted from what appeared to be polished marble, their surfaces gleaming softly. In the corner, a crackling fireplace cast dancing shadows, its warmth a welcome embrace. A myriad of red and black velvet drapes hung across the walls and ceilings like spiderwebs, creating an intimate, almost opulent atmosphere.

But it was the intricate carvings that truly captured her attention. Adorning every surface, from the marble walls to the very ceiling, were images of women and men embracing passionately, their bodies intertwined like serpents. They were, of course, naked, and unapologetically horny, their forms a celebration of raw, uninhibited desire.

Women of different species, from lithe elves to sturdy dwarves, from scaled nagas to fluffy beast-kin, were depicted in various states of ecstatic worship. Their postures, their expressions, left no doubt as to the nature of their devotion to the goddess: breeding and getting bred.

A faint blush rose to Liliana's cheeks, though it was more from recognition than embarrassment. This was the Goddess Morgana's signature, her undeniable mark. Something Liliana was used to by now. After all, the Goddess Morgana was the Mother of All, the ultimate progenitor, and her temples, her domains, always celebrated life and its most fundamental, pleasurable act.

Liliana herself was a testament to that divine philosophy, having experienced Morgana's… generosity firsthand. The black dragon-like egg that she was carrying in her womb, a precious thing that Morgana trusted her with to keep safe, was proof of the goddess's boundless affection and horniness.

Liliana rubbed a hand against her slightly swollen belly, a soft, almost reverent gesture. The warmth of the room seemed to coalesce around her, a comforting cocoon for the precious life within. She could feel the subtle thrum of energy emanating from the egg, like it knows that a divine womb is nearby. A womb where it could finally hatch.

"Let's not delay," she whispered to no one in particular, though perhaps to the egg itself. "It is time for you to reunite with your creator."

Before Liliana could step out of the room, her golden eyes caught one big stone tablet fixed on the right side of the door, and the writings on the tablet were the rules of the holy breeding temple.

The first rule was... totally expected from a horny woman like Morgana.

No clothes.

"Eh?" Liliana blinked, then read the first line again just to be sure.

[Rule One: No Clothes.]

[You were born nude, and so you shall return to the divine embrace of the Great Mother, bare, honest, ready. It is not a place to hide or be ashamed, but rather a place to celebrate and discover your true self.]

[PS: All private parts must be visible. Clothes that are labeled as "Sexy clothes" and such are accepted]

"Oh..." Liliana flushed, a wry smile touching her lips. Of course. It was Morgana's temple, after all. A place of uninhibited devotion, where the body was celebrated as the vessel for divine creation. Her own simple garments suddenly felt restrictive, just by knowing that she was doing something that her goddess would not approve of, left a bad taste in her mouth.

She quickly undressed, exposing her perfect body and the dragon egg still stuck in her womb. Once done, Liliana looked back at the tablet where another set of rules was written down, without thinking or any shame in her actions, Liliana walked naked to the stone tablet, her puffy pussy lips, already soaking wet, made a small wet noise while moving.

[Rule Two: No killing, fighting, or being violent.]

Liliana wasn't even surprised by the second rule. The Mother of All was not one to condone violence.

"She prefers things to be fun and horny," she chuckled.

[PS: while inside the temple, death doesn't exist. However, attempting to kill, hurt, and/or threaten anyone on the holy grounds is an unforgivable crime. Break this rule and you'll face a personal punishment from the goddess herself.]

"It does make sense."

The rules are reasonable. There is a good reason why such things are forbidden. Liliana could already imagine what sort of punishment Morgana would personally administer to anyone foolish enough to break them. And knowing her, it would be equal parts humiliating, erotic, and unforgettable. Liliana bit her lip unconsciously, a thrill crawling up her spine. That woman—no, that goddess—was as creative in her punishments as she was in her blessings.

[Rule Three: All sexual acts must be done with consent and a full understanding of what is about to happen]

"Again, obvious," Liliana thought, moving her hands to cover her wet pussy and soaking folds from the empty gaze of the entrance door. "The goddess will be mad if I even attempt to have sex without making sure it's ok."

[PS: with consent and while inside the private room, everything is allowed. No matter what. BDSM, Petplay, gang bangs, rape play, impregnation, and so much more. The rooms contain a healing feature; no lasting harm can be done.]

Liliana blinked again, this time the second part caught her eyes and froze her thoughts.

"PetPlay? Gangbang?"

"Anything?" She re-read the second postscript again and again, not daring to believe her eyes. Yet her dirty mind—thanks to Morgana—swiftly formed an image of her lovely maid Samantha dressed as a pet dog with a big dildo tail ass-plug inside her, ready to satisfy her needs.

Gulp

Liliana swallowed hard, her mouth suddenly dry despite the moisture between her legs. The thought alone sent a jolt of pure, unadulterated lust through her. A place where "anything" was allowed, as long as there was consent. The possibilities were endless, and deliciously depraved.

Her cheeks burned, not with shame, but with a burgeoning excitement. This wasn't just a temple; it was a horny playground for the wildest, most carnal desires, all sanctioned by the Mother of All herself. She wondered what other delights awaited her beyond this room, what scenes of uninhibited passion she would witness, or perhaps even join.

"Truly... she's the best goddess," Liliana smiled, feeling herself getting wetter just thinking about all the crazy things she could experience.

The rest of the rules were simple, more like instructions on how to better use the temple and its unique features.

Like the Temple's system.

A mini and simple version of Morgana's breeding system, provided to all guests in order to enhance the already existing experience. They would be able to hide their identity, use a fake name, post missions related to sex, keep track of their status, and see how many blowjobs they gave or received, and much more.

However, the important thing that caught Liliana's attention was the point system.

Every act inside the temple earns points, which are the main currency. You could exchange the points with the temple for all kinds of things, but the best of them all in Liliana's eyes was the body modification room.

Just the fact that you could change something about you, like the size of your boobs, or penis, was just awesome in her mind, not to mention all the fetishistic things that you could turn on and off, like sensitive breast nipples, a second womb, the height, even the race and gender, all kinds of new, interesting options to spice things up even more.

After finishing the read, Liliana decided to give the system a shot. She didn't hide her identity for now, since Morgana already informed her that only she and her maid Samantha are visiting the temple right now.

"Good," she nodded, waving her hand, dismissing the interface before walking out of the room.

...

The inside of the temple was stunning. The grand hall was a massive space filled with polished stone pillars that reached high up into the vaulted ceiling. The marble floor gleamed under the soft, ethereal light that seemed to emanate from the very air itself, reflecting the crimson and black drapes that cascaded down from above. 

Intricate carvings, even more detailed than those in her private room, adorned every surface, depicting scenes of fervent, joyful copulation between countless species. Liliana couldn't help but feel small, insignificant, and that was the intention.

All guests would be reduced to their most primal urges in such a majestic space, their mortal concerns dwarfed by the sheer scale of divine procreation.

However, the majestic temple didn't distract the human priestess from noticing the beauty that was sitting on a throne at the far end of the hall. Bathed in a soft, golden glow, Morgana reclined, her form as magnificent and alluring as the temple itself.

She was naked, of course, her divine body a masterpiece of curves and power, stretched out languidly on a throne carved from what looked like solidified pleasure. Her long, silver hair cascaded down, pooling around her like a river of liquid moonlight, gleaming in the firelight. And her eyes, those deep, dark crimson pools, locked onto Liliana and burned with lust.

"Welcome, my lovely," Morgana's voice echoed like the sweetest sin, like the warm kiss of pleasure before the fall. "And thank you so much for coming all the way here, my dear."

"My G-Goddess!" Liliana stammered, her voice catching in her throat. She instantly dropped to the floor, prostrating to her divine goddess. She still couldn't handle it, seeing her goddess was her dream, yet Liliana felt that she didn't deserve her presence... her wonderful, lustful, alluring presence.

"I am honored to be in your presence, my Goddess... you know that..."

"Sigh. I already told you, my dear," Morgana sighed playfully, her voice soft, yet firm. "Rise. I don't desire this kind of worship from someone I intend to fuck and breed. Just call me Morgana."

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