Morgana: The Mother Of All

Chapter 48: Training

Concluding my experimentation with the skill and obliterating the practice targets I had set up, I detected a clapping sound behind me.

CLAP! CLAP!

"Well done, Mother. That was impressive," a voice called out.

"Hmm?" I spun around to find Luna and Ember seated on the ground, cradling their daughters.

"How long have you been watching?" I inquired, arching an eyebrow. My focus had been so intense on manipulating my blood that I hadn't noticed their arrival.

"Since the moment you suckled your breast," Ember replied, a broad grin stretching across her face.

"Ahem... that..." my cheeks flushed with embarrassment as I tried to find the right words. "...that was me, er, testing my skills," I managed to say, trying to play it cool despite the heat in my cheeks.

Luna chuckled softly, gently bouncing her daughter in her arms. "If you still require additional testing, Mother, I'd be delighted to lend a hand or..." She teasingly twisted her left nipple, causing it to stiffen, and playfully jiggled her milk-filled breast. "...my breast."

"Ohhh~" My cock twitched at the sight of her slightly engorged breast. The urge to take her right there was so strong that I nearly jumped at her, devouring every delicious part of her lustful figure.

"I do require further testing, but it will have to wait," I said, forcing my attention back to the blood spear in my grasp.

In the past two hours, I had managed to discover quite a lot about my new [Crimson Forge] skill.

Firstly, I could only forge weapons and shields; crafting armor was not yet within my capabilities. Every time I tried to create even a simple gauntlet or attempted to deceive the skill by imagining the armor as a type of shield, hoping to find a loophole, the blood would adhere to my skin but persist in its liquid state. Evidently, upgrading the skill was necessary to unlock this capability.

'Later, when I farm Life essence.'

Regarding weapon crafting, it all depended on my imagination and knowledge. I could conjure any melee or ranged weapon imaginable, regardless of how bizarre the design was. From a hybrid sword-axe to a triple-barreled crossbow firing three blood bolts simultaneously, the [Crimson Forge] skill brought my visions to life with a fluidity that was both mesmerizing and unnerving. The weapons felt solid, tangible, and every bit as lethal as their physical counterparts, if not more so.

Nevertheless, there was a catch. Knowledge, I found, was essential to crafting a functional weapon. I attempted to forge a blood gun but to no avail. The skill manifested the gun according to my mental image, but I couldn't discharge it. The reason? I lacked an understanding of how a gun functions internally. My knowledge of sparks and gunpowder was irrelevant when it came to a gun made of blood.

However, considering the primitive nature of this world, I theorized that the inability to craft advanced weaponry might be an intentional restriction imposed by the entity that transported me here, similar to the need to discover and craft bronze to unlock the weapons from the shop.

Despite this limitation, the [Crimson Forge] skill proved to be remarkably versatile. Even with medieval-style weapons, I had a suitable tool for any task at hand. Once again, my imagination and available blood were the only constraints.

The skill doesn't consume mana; it consumes blood. Through experimentation, I determined that my limit was five transformations before my body began to exhibit signs of strain.

A reminder that even with such a powerful skill, I was not invincible. The blood I used for forging was not merely a resource; it was a part of me, and there was only so much I could afford to lose before it started taking a toll on my physical condition.

The good news was that my [Breeder's Recovery] skill somehow recovered the blood I used in forging weapons. The skill would ensure that my body remained in optimal condition for impregnation, and losing a lot of blood was not ideal. Intrigued, I tested my milk and discovered that it accelerated my recovery even further. 

'Fuck, that's both stupid and hot,' I thought to myself, envisioning a scenario where I would have to pause in the midst of intense combat to suckle at my breast.

'I wonder what the reaction of my opponents would be...'

"Ahh!... Ember!" I exclaimed, startled by a sudden invasion... a hot and thick one.

"Ugh... Sorry, Mother, but I couldn't resist," she growled, her eyes sparkling with desire. "You're so fucking hot right now, and I've been dying to taste you again."

 SLAP! SLAP! SLAP!

Ember didn't hold back, pounding my pussy with a roughness that I never knew she was capable of. I guessed that a few days without sex due to her pregnancy had left her unsatisfied.

"Ember, you're... Ahh!" I moaned as I felt her pink cock swelling inside me, my inner walls clenching around her shaft, urging her to thrust harder.

"Grr!" she growled, pushing me to the ground and flipping me onto my back.

"Mother!" she whispered, seizing my ankles and pushing them up until they rested on my shoulders.

"A mating press!" I cried out, my body arching as Ember lifted my ankles with unexpected flexibility. "Ember!... Are you attempting to breed me again?"

"Yes... Mother!" Ember growled, her eyes sparkling with lust, as she plunged her full length into me, the sound of her balls slapping against my buttocks reverberating across the field. "One daughter is not enough. I need you to have more pups."

"Ahh!" I gasped as Ember pushed further inside me. I was tempted to let her impregnate me again, but I had promised Luna that my new pups would be from her.

"N-No!" Biting my lip, I summoned blood chains, wrapping them around Ember's body, and hurled her into the nearby lake.

SPLASH!

Ember splashed into the lake, the water momentarily silencing her growls of frustration. I stood there, panting, my heart racing from the intensity of the moment.

"Mother, what are you doing?" Luna asked, her eyes wide with surprise. "I thought you wanted more pups?"

"I do, but I promised you that the next daughters would be yours," I replied, my voice steady despite the desire still coursing through me. "I can't go back on my word."

Luna's lips curved into a mischievous smile, and she stepped forward to plant a soft kiss on my lips. "Thank you, Mother. I love you," she whispered.

"I love you too, my daughter," I kissed her back, before turning toward the lake. "Ember, come out now."

"Ugh... Mother!" Her head emerged from the lake, growling. "You're so mean—'' she didn't get to finish her words before my blood chains lashed out once more.

"What are you doing?" Ember's eyes widened as the blood chains wrapped around her once more, pulling her out of the lake and throwing her to the ground.

"Starting today, both of you will train in combat," I declared, my voice firm and unwavering. "I won't have you getting soft on me, especially with the dangers lurking in every corner."

Without giving Ember a chance to protest, I swiftly crafted a set of blood arrows, their tips rounded to avoid causing injury. However, their small size made them difficult to spot. As an arrow streaked toward Ember's head, she reacted instinctively, leaping high into the air and twisting her body with agility to avoid the projectile.

"Mother, can we—UGH!" Ember's words were cut short as I delivered a punch to her stomach the moment she landed.

It pained me to hurt her, but I knew it was necessary. After my encounter with the goblin leader, I realized that I had been too naive, believing that I was strong and could always escape danger with my skills. But now, I wasn't sure that even the protective barrier could keep us safe forever.

"That hurt—Ugh!" Another punch to the stomach, this one even harder than the last. Realizing that words were useless, Ember began to fight back. She dodged my attacks and even landed a few punches on me.

Our speeds were evenly matched, and even in my human form, I could keep up with her. Prior to the upgrade, she had been faster and stronger, but now we were evenly balanced. If I changed into the wolf form, it would be game over for her.

BOOM! BOOM!

"AWO!" Ember howled, her own fists connecting with my stomach and chest. The force of her blows was impressive, and I could see the determination in her eyes. She was no longer holding back, pushing herself to surpass my strength.

"Excellent, Ember. Keep pushing," I encouraged, blocking one of her punches and following up with a swift kick to her side. "Remember, you must be prepared to face any threat that comes your way."

BOOM!

Another kick sent her staggering, and I added, "Only with strength does safety exist. I'm counting on you to protect your sister and daughters."

Ember grunted, her eyes flashing with a mixture of pain and determination. "Yes, Mother. I won't fail you."

"Good," I nodded, a satisfied smile on my face. "Let's continue training for a while, and then we'll go and fetch Rhea, okay?"

Ember stood up, wiping the sweat from her forehead. "Yes, Mother," she replied, taking a fighting stance. This time, her claws were out.

My grin widened, and I commanded my blood to create more arrows. "Don't evade them this time. Let them strike you and endure the pain."

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