How should one react to this revelation?
V had no idea, she simply stared at the massive, glorious statues, her brain desperately trying to reboot itself.
There were three Morgana statues, each carved from so otherworldly silver marble that shimred like starlight. Each one captured a different form of her 'Mother' — the female, the pregnant, and the futanari, all of them devastatingly beautiful, powerful, and... A dick
'fuck'
Her mouth dropped open in silent horror. Her eyes were wide, unblinking, caught sowhere between awe, confusion, and an absolutely inappropriate kind of interest that she imdiately tried to strangle to death inside her mind.
'Nope. Nope. Nope. Not looking. I'm NOT looking at that again.'
Except she was absolutely still looking.
V's face burned hotter than a blacksmith's forge. Every muscle in her body tensed, her fingers twitching at her sides like she was trying to decide whether to bolt, scream, or just vanish into the fucking floor.
"..." Words were beyond her. Thoughts were... not doing much better.
'Wait wait, let's be reasonable and calm here,' V forced herself to think, staring in shock at the statues, 'this is just a statue, an artistic choice, a form of expression, that's it... this isn't reality or norma...'
Her thoughts were cut short, as Morgana suddenly let out a soft, delighted giggle.
"You noticed," she said warmly, the very picture of a proud mother introducing her child to a great family secret.
V's brain, anwhile, was doing cartwheels of agony.
'WHAT DO YOU AN "YOU NOTICED"?!'
Still unable to form proper speech, V gaped at her, hand twitching toward her hood instinctively, wanting to hide her face. Morgana carried her in a princess style and V tried to focus her sense on her back and butt, trying to 'feel' if a long fleshy lance was down there, fortunately, there wasn't one.
'Wait!... maybe it's hidden inside the panties' her mind scread to herself, Morgana was wearing her divine black bikini which could explain why V didn't feel sothing hard poking her.
Morgana, however, walked ahead as if nothing were remotely strange, cradling V gently against her side.
"My divine body is... adaptable," Morgana said simply as if she were comnting on the weather. "Male, female, both, neither. Whatever is needed. Whatever is desired."
'I did not need to know that!' V howled internally. 'No, wait, I did need to know that — or did I? Shit, help—!!'
Feeling her daughter tremble violently against her, Morgana only smiled more, the very picture of motherly mischief. She was enjoying V's suffering so much.
"It's alright, little one," she murmured, guiding V closer to the edge of the giant bathing pool. Steam rose from the surface, thick and perfud with sothing sweet and spicy. "You don't need to think too hard about it. Just know that your Mother is perfect."
Perfect.
Perfectly terrifying.
Perfectly beautiful.
Perfectly huge big di—STOP IT, BRAIN!
'Shit, stop fucking blushing. No! No, you stop. We are NOT gonna panic now.' the monkeys in the brain switch from panicking to fighting each other.
"Co now, daughter," Morgana cooed, voice low and inviting. "Let's wash away all that filth... all that pain..."
Her crimson eyes glead, molten and tender. "...and start your new life properly."
V swallowed thickly.
Sowhere in the back of her mind, a little voice whispered that she should definitely run. Another much louder voice was already unbuckling her armor and peeling off her filthy clothes with frantic, desperate urgency.
'New life. New start. Yep. Bath. Now. Forget statues. Forget everything. Just—BATH.'
And with a shaky breath, cheeks flushed redder than a sunset, she removed all of her leather clothes, not minding the viewer who watched her every move with a small smile, her crimson eyes flashing.
"Oh... a beautiful lady was hiding all this ti under those dirt and old clothes, wasn't she"
V all but squeaked, her fingers fumbling over the last of her belts as Morgana's words slid over her skin like warm honey. The assassin—no, daughter—felt like she might just combust on the spot.
'Calm. Calm. Play it cool. Play it— Ahhh~... she called beautiful lady' V almost passed out the mont her new mom complinted her, and in a voice so soft, so smooth, that all thoughts fled the woman's mind.
V knew that Morgana's words were far from the truth, she knew her own looks better than anyone. Average at best. Not ugly, and not pretty. The kind that blend in and no one would pay much attention to her. V was grateful for her average look, it made most of her missions easy since nobody rembered her.
However, in one mission she had to pretend to be a noble lady, and with great makeup, and a nice sexy dress, a beautiful noble lady ca to life.
"T-Thank you." She felt her face burning and tried to resist the urge to cover herself in embarrassnt. Instead, the female assassin dived headfirst into the pool, the hot water enveloping her like a lover's arms. Morgana on the other hand kept staring at her new daughter with those sa crimson eyes.
V was short, about 1.65m with rich tanned skin, she had B-sized breasts, not big not small, not too plump or skinny, and a shapely toned body, slim and toned, she wasn't a bodybuilder but she had a nice looking six abs, her round ass was a fine apple-shape, bouncy, plump, but not overly fat or huge, the sa thing can be said about her firm thighs.
Short, dark brown, bob hair, slightly lighter near the fringe area. And big round honey eyes, that gave an innocent feeling. A cute girl who could trick anyone before shoving a knife in the heart.
An assassin with an innocent appearance.
V stayed underwater for a mont longer than necessary, holding her breath and hoping the heat would boil the mortification right out of her body.
Maybe if she stayed down long enough, she'd just evaporate.
Turn into mist. Float away.
No more awkward daughter. No more statues with…extra features. No more being looked at by a goddess who saw through every inch of her armor — physical and emotional — like it was made of glass.
When V finally surfaced again, taking in a slow, shaking breath, she realized Morgana was still watching her. Not judging. Not mocking. Just… smiling. That sa warm, maddening smile, as if seeing V standing bare, exposed, and vulnerable was exactly what she wanted. It was as if V was perfect just the way she was.
Which was crazy.
Which was dangerous.
Which was terrifyingly nice.
V splashed a little water over her face, trying desperately to cool herself down.
'Okay, okay, it's fine. It's fine. It's fine. She's a goddess. Weirdness is normal. This is fine. I'm not going to die of embarrassnt. Probably. Maybe.'
Then Morgana spoke again, her voice rich and velvet-smooth.
"See? So much beauty, hidden away… all yours, all mine now. My precious little flower."
'Flower?!' V's brain blue-screened again. 'Flower. She just called a flower. Oh gods. I'm dead. I'm dead. I'm a dead flower now.'
V's mouth opened, then closed again with a pathetic little squeak. Her hands splashed in the water aimlessly like a drowning kitten. She tried to glare at Morgana and summon even an ounce of assassin dignity, but all she managed was to look like an embarrassed child caught stealing sweets.
Morgana chuckled—a low, throaty sound that made V's toes curl underwater—and stepped gracefully into the pool herself. The water rippled and hissed where her divine body touched it as if even the heat bowed to her presence.
V pressed herself back against the edge of the pool instinctively, heart hamring against her ribs like it was trying to punch its way free.
Morgana waded closer, slow, unhurried, absolutely in control. She lifted one delicate, deadly hand and cupped V's flushed cheek, thumb brushing over her skin tenderly.
"You are safe, my daughter," she whispered. "Let Mother wash away all your sorrow, all your anger, all your fear... leave only you... my beautiful, bewitching flower..."
Sothing in the way Morgana's crimson gaze burned sent an irresistible shiver straight through V's nerves. Without thinking, the young assassin found herself nodding. She heard herself breathe, the words tumbling free without her permission:
"Y-yes, Mommy."
Morgana smiled. She swept a strand of wet hair from V's face and traced her fingertips lightly down her neck.
"That's a good girl. Co, now, don't be afraid. I'm right here."
As she moved further into the bathing pool, the silver-haired goddess swept up the oil and the sponge that lay waiting and began to work in long, smooth strokes. She started on V's shoulders and back, and moved down along her arms.
V wasn't sure when she lost the last thread of rational thought.
Maybe it was when Morgana called her flower.
Maybe it was when she said the good girl in that deep, purring voice that sent lightning crackling under V's skin.
Or maybe it was right now — as warm, silky hands moved slowly across her back, massaging fragrant oils into her skin with all the tender devotion of a lover… or a mother cherishing her most precious treasure.
V shuddered, biting down on a whimper. She didn't dare move. She didn't dare think. Her heart pounded, every beat screaming silently from her chest, and all V could do was stand there and feel. Feel the hands gliding smoothly, possessively, over her, making her tingle. Making her burn.
"Turn around please...sweety" Morgana whispered sweetly to her. And all the young assassin did was obey and turn around to face the beauty in front of her.
"Yes... sooo good" Morgana bead like an angel, reaching out to cradle her face, so V could lean her cheek in that warm and gentle touch. "I am so lucky to have such a lovely child," she added, voice just as loving as before.
At that mont V was able to see Morgana in all of her majestic naked glory, wet skin glittering, hair clinging to her body, her tits, the nipples... everything seed unreal. But she couldn't get drunk in the view, nor allow herself to let her inner desires consu her, the hooded assassin had to stay focused because at this mont she could confirm sothing.
Looking down V noticed that, unlike the statues, Morgana's current lower parts were of a female, no cock, just a shaved and soft gorgeous pussy.
'Okay. Okay. No surprise Lance. Confird. Female. Female for now. Praise all the goddesses.' she took a slow, shuddering breath before her eyes shifted back and forth comparing her vagina to her 'Mom's'.
'Tsk' She clicked her tongue, cursing inwardly. V never blad her stupidity like she was doing now. 'Why in the god's nas didn't I shave before'
How could she forget, how could she fail at sothing so simple as shaving the pubic region, and yet she had, well, until now she thought it didn't matter because, to her, she wasn't living. The assassin's existence was all about taking life and collecting money. And V had a careless ntality regarding her look, nothing about it really mattered to her, after all the body was a tool, nothing more.
"There is no need for the sad face." a soft, kind voice spoke out, V raised her face, staring back at those beautiful crimson eyes "We can make your little sister beautiful like mine."
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