Morgana: The Mother Of All-Chapter 288: Training the Daywalker

SMACK!

"Owwweeee"

The flat stick met V's bare ass with a sharp smack, echoing through the blood-soaked chamber like a drumbeat of divine discipline. She let out a sharp gasp, more startled than hurt, her wings fluttering in reflex.

"That—was for not waiting," I said with a teasing edge, though her smirk gave away the amusement she felt. "And because you made a mess in my tower. Again."

"It's not my fault the technique works too well. You should've warned me sooner." V gave a sheepish grin over her shoulder, rubbing her reddened butt cheeks.

"I WAS warning you. You just couldn't wait to show off," I retorted, smacking her on the butt again, the stick slicing the air like a deadly katana.

This was the fourth time she made a bloody mess in the tower. Every time I revive the dog man, my new daywalker daughter finds many ways to blow the fuck out of him. The second time she managed to blow every limb separately before the head exploded into thousands of pieces, on the third time her technique had gotten better, and she managed to drain the dog in three seconds, but again... BOOM!

SMACK!

"Ah~" This time, the girl moaned, biting her lip in a very sinful and attractive way.

"Stop biting that lip," I murmured, "or you'll break it." ƒreewebɳovel.com

"I don't bite hard," she purred, flashing a smile at me, those beautiful, wicked crimson eyes filled with adoration—but I caught the hunger glinting in the corners of her gaze.

"Sigh... where is the previous fear, admiration, and shyness?" I shook my head with a sigh. "Now there is only arrogance and cheeks."

"Yes! My blood-filled cheek," said my daughter proudly and flipped her hair back exposing the rest of her sexy neck to me.

"Do you want another smack?" I narrowed my eyes, and V held up both her hands, giggling.

"Alright, alright, I give up." she grinned and threw an adorable wink, "I can't help it, I see you now as a mother more than a goddess."

V's words lingered in the air like incense, sweet and dangerous. I raised an eyebrow, letting the silence stretch long enough for her to squirm—though, judging by the smirk on her face, she was enjoying the attention far too much.

"Such a cheeky little kitten you've become," I finally said, amusement warming my voice.

"Mhm!" V smirked at me proudly, those perfect bat wings trailing a trail of dust behind her, before circling her arms around my waist and pulling me tightly against her. "Got a problem with that, mother dearest?"

"No."

"Good, because you should love me and the cheeks I have on this ass," the young daywalker spoke proudly and showed off the new big pair of breasts and the curve of her voluptuous, beautiful ass.

"As I do."

My cock was instantly rock-hard, her seduction nearly blinding me in one eye.

"And to answer your question, I don't really know," she added, "that fear and admiration I had before, is still there. But you had given me too much love and devotion so I feel no reason to hide anymore."

"Oh!" I raised an eyebrow surprised, every part of me was very happy about this. "Really?"

"Yes, moreover you're easy to get along with," the young vampire stated with a charming smile, her fingers curling through my own. "I never heard of a goddess like you, interacting with mortals, wanting nothing in return, and someone who would give and not take."

She paused, taking a breath to consider her next words—as I felt a swell of pride inside my heart.

"You're..." V took a deep breath. Her voice shook slightly as she whispered, "You're the first person who's shown me genuine care. There's... There's no price. You've welcomed me. No lies. Just openness. Honesty. And a genuine willingness to listen. You've... given me a purpose, mother. A role. A family. And I haven't had one for... ever."

V trailed off as her tears welled up once more, and I smiled gently at my sweet little newborn vampire, allowing her all the time in the world to collect her thoughts, and let all of her hidden emotions come bubbling to the surface. Just from her short story about her past, I knew she suffered a lot.

I drew her closer, resting my chin atop her head as her warm tears trickled down my collarbone, a quiet storm of grief and release. The blood-slicked air, once heavy with arousal and mischief, softened with the weight of something purer—acceptance.

I wrapped my arms around her tightly. Not possessively, not hungrily. Just... completely. Like a mother holding a daughter too long lost to the dark.

"You don't need to explain it," I murmured into her silken hair. "I already know."

V sniffled once, then twice, before exhaling into a quiet, shaky laugh. She hiccuped a bit, rubbing the corner of her eyes with her fingers, and puffed out a tiny snort as the remaining tension bled out from her shoulders.

"T-Thank you, mother," she said. Her cheeks glowed brightly, flushed and crimson, her smile now equal parts blissful and bashful. "S-Sorry, I just got... a little emotional. It's fine, though, I... I feel better now. I really appreciate the hug."

Her smile widened, bright and beautiful enough to make the sun fall out of jealousy. The little human girl I saved on a whim turned out to be such a charming being, and my heart skipped a beat with sheer tenderness and affection. I adored V so damn much like a true daughter—in fact, she was after I transformed her into a daywalker—she was sweeter than caramel, even more now that I saw a true smile upon her gorgeous face—one not hidden behind a wall.

"I am always here for you, sweet daughter. Any time. Any place." I stroked a strand of silky hair, tucking it back over V's ear, giving her my own loving smile.

"Do you want to train more?" I asked. "If you are ready, let's move to the next stage."

"Sure," the girl agreed and sat on the floor in a lotus position as I showed her.

"You're not just a simple vampire, V," I spoke, my tone calm yet serious. "You're a daywalker, the perfect evolution of the vampire race. You're faster, stronger, and can easily walk under the sun, although you'll be at half of your strength."

"So cool," my daughter gasped.

"So... focus," I ordered, trying to act serious, "your primary skill is the vampire drain, draining the blood out of a life form without direct contact."

"Or exploding," V added with a giggle.

"Yes, or exploding," I sighed and shook my head. "Anyway, blood is the most important thing for you, it empowers you and is what keeps you alive for eternity."

"So... I'm immortal?" my daughter wondered.

"Of course, I created you and as long as I draw breath, you'll never taste death, however..."

"There's more?" she exclaimed, cutting me off.

"Focus!" I snapped and couldn't help but slap her forehead.

"Being immortal doesn't equal invincibility," I explained, "you could get captured, bound, drained, or worse—turned into a puppet by some other divine or parasitic force."

I let the words sink in, watching the flicker of seriousness spread across V's playful expression.

"You're immortal by soul and blood," I continued, pacing slowly in front of her, "but that only means you live until something stronger finds a way to trap or control you."

"So basically... I'm a shiny new toy everyone would want to break or steal." V frowned, her brows knitting together.

"Exactly." I nodded. "And many will try. You're powerful, desirable, and tied to me. That makes you a target—not just from mortals or demons, but from the other gods as well."

"Other gods?" She tilted her head, her wings twitching slightly behind her. "Are they gonna be jealous because you made a cuter, smarter, hotter version of a vampire?"

A smirk tugged at my lips.

"Some will be jealous. Others will want to study you. And a few..." I paused, my voice darkening, "will want to dismantle you to understand how I created something like you at all."

"Okay. Noted. Punch first, ask later." V's crimson eyes widened a little.

"Or drain them," I said with a shrug. "Preferably before the punching starts."

"Can I explode them?"

"..." I gave her a look.

"Accidentally, I mean." She grinned again.

"Let's just focus on controlling the drain, without the fireworks," I sighed, rubbing my temples. "We'll start with controlled siphoning."

I snapped my fingers, and from the shadows, a wolf man bound in chains appeared, one of the eight wolves that I gave to Lilis to train. The Doberman needs a little rest, his mind was completely shattered and I want him to be awake when I fuck his ass.

"Your target," I said, gesturing. "Try not to pop this one. At least for the first few rounds."

"No promises," she replied in a sexy whisper, shooting a lusty wink as she stood gracefully and closed her eyes.

"Train alone for the time being. I have a few things to take care of."

"See you later, Mother."

With that out of the way, I teleported back to my temple right in front of the entrance, opening the lewd door wide. My eyes landed on the person standing beside one of the pillars.

"Sorry for the wait, sweety," I apologized with a warm smile, "I was busy."

"You mean your lower half was busy," Luna chuckled, making her wolf ear twitch and a smirk crawl across her face, before jumping in my arms, hugging me tight and sharing a long sweet kiss.

"I need more pups in my womb, mom."

"Can't say no to that."