Morgana: The Mother Of All Chapter 488: Monkey See, Monkey Misunderstand

"Ooh ooh aah?"

A monkey pointing at a tree full of so sort of blue banana? Or maybe it was a blue dick? I'm not sure. I couldn't tell what it was from this distance.

But the monkey was insistent. He kept pointing, making excited hooting noises, and then he'd look at , then back at the tree.

"No... I said white stag."

"Aah ooh ooh!"

Ten minutes later.

"Ooh ooh aah?" The sa monkey, now wearing a makeshift crown made of vines, was pointing at a group of monkeys of the sa race, but their fur was white.

He was really, really proud of himself.

"No," I said, my patience wearing thin. "White. Stag. Big deer. Horns. Not white monkey gay orgy."

The monkey just stared at , its cock-nose twitching in confusion.

Another ten minutes passed.

The monkey, whom I decided to na "King Cock-Nose," was still trying to help . He had led to a clearing with a beautiful white waterfall.

"Ooh ooh aah!" he said, pointing at the waterfall.

"King Cock-Nose, I appreciate the effort, but that's not a stag," I said, my voice strained. "It's water. Falling down. A waterfall."

"Morgana, maybe we should... You know... use the map?" Vespera suggested, trying to hide her amusent.

"No, I can figure this out," I said, shaking my head. "I just need to communicate with him better."

My 'Universal Communication' skill allows to understand and speak any language, but it's useless if the other party doesn't understand the concept of what you're talking about. It's like trying to explain color to soone who has been blind since birth. And since I proposed that we use these monkeys to locate the white stag, I can't just give up now.

"Stag," I said, making antler horns with my fingers on top of my head. "Big. Deer. White. You hunt? Eat?"

King Cock-Nose tilted his head, a thoughtful expression on his face. Then, its eyes lit up with understanding.

"Aah ooh ooh!" it exclaid, and then...

He pointed at his cock. Then he made a jerking motion with his other hand. Then he pointed at .

I sighed, rubbing my temples. I was getting a headache.

"Fine," I said, giving up. "We'll use the map."

"Hehehe." Vespera tried to stifle a giggle but failed miserably. The sound was a welco change from the monkey's hooting.

"Are you sure?" she asked, a teasing glint in her eyes. "I think you were so close to a breakthrough."

"Shut up, Pointy," I grumbled, pulling the Broker's map out of my pouch. "Let's just find this stupid stag and get out of this pure, boring, and surprisingly perverted forest."

"Ooh ooh aah?" King Cock-Nose took a step forward, pointing at himself, still wanting to help.

"Yes, yes, you were a great help," I waved dismissively at the monkey, my focus on the map. "Now go back to your subjects and... do whatever it is you do. Just don't throw any more shit at ."

"Ooh... aaah..." He looked at with sad puppy-dog eyes, but I ignored him.

"Okay, according to this map," I said, tracing the path with my finger, "the ancient oak tree should be... this way."

"..."

Vespera and I looked in the direction I was pointing, only to find ourselves staring at the sa massive oak tree where we found King Cock-Nose and his rry band of perverts.

"..." I stared at the tree, my mind refusing to process the information.

"Morgana, can you read a map?" Ves's deadpan question broke the silence.

"Of course I can read them!" I snapped, my face flushing with embarrassnt. "It's just... this map is old! The landmarks must have changed!"

"Mmmhmm." Vespera humd, her lips twitching.

"Heh." I cleared my throat, trying to regain my composure. "Anyway, the map says the stag usually appears in the night near water sources."

I then folded the map and tucked it back into my pouch. Surveying my surroundings, the beautiful white lake at the base of this waterfall was a perfect place for the stag to appear.

"Let's find a place to camp and wait for the night," I said, my tone business-like once more, trying to sound confident. "How hard can that be?"

"Very hard." The drow sighed, raising both hands in surrender. "Morgana, we forgot our supplies."

"Fuck!" I cursed under my breath. She was right. In our haste to get to the forest, we completely forgot the horses and left them at the treeline.

"Relax," I said, a confident smirk on my face. "I can go back and get them. The distance isn't that much."

"I'll go with you," she suddenly offered. "I need to make sure the wildlife here is... safe."

"..."

I knew what she ant by 'safe'. She wanted to go back and have a quickie with before I beco 'pure' again.

'I wonder what her reaction will be when she finds out that I'm the goddess she worships?'

"Fine," I agreed, "but make it quick. We don't have all day."

"Hehe." Ves's mischievous smile told that it won't be a quick one.

As we walked back the way we ca, King Cock-Nose followed us, keeping a respectful distance. He was like a good little pet, loyal and obedient. After all, I fucked the old king, and he took the chance and beca the new king.

The walk back to the treeline was suspiciously peaceful.

No ambushes. No more shit projectiles. No random vines trying to wrap around my ankles like they were horny tentacles with commitnt issues. Just birdsong that actually sounded like birdsong instead of poorly-disguised monkey moaning.

Even King Cock-Nose, who had been trailing us with the loyalty of a well-trained puppy, suddenly stopped at the edge of the clearing and refused to go any further, hooting nervously and pointing back towards the forest's depths.

"See?" Vespera said, nudging with her elbow. "Even the locals know better than to leave the pure zone. They can sense your… lingering aura of debauchery."

"Lingering aura of debauchery?" I scoffed. "Pointy, that's not an aura. That's called being sexy. Sothing you should take notes on."

I stepped through the shimring mist gateway without issue, my body's 'virgin' status still firmly intact. Ves quickly followed, and fortunately, we found the horses grazing peacefully, their tails swatting at invisible flies.

"See? Nothing to worry about," I said, turning to Vespera with a triumphant grin.

...

Back at the waterfall clearing, the sun had already dipped behind the tallest trees, casting long, eerie shadows across the forest floor. The White Lake, once a pristine mirror, now looked like a sheet of molten silver. Fireflies—or what passed for fireflies in this perverted paradise—drifted like lazy sparks, occasionally winking in patterns that looked suspiciously like Morse code for "fuck ."

We set up camp in record ti. Or rather, Vespera did. I supervised from a conveniently mossy rock, occasionally pointing out things she was doing wrong just to... study the movent of her lovely ass.

'Too much virgin energy in this place,' I thought to myself as I watched Vespera setting up the warding runes. 'It's like being trapped in a monastery run by eunuchs.'

I built a small fire—more for ambiance than warmth, because the forest was annoyingly temperate—and sat cross-legged on a convenient flat rock, staring at the lake like it owed money.

Vespera settled beside , close enough that our thighs brushed. She slled like sweat, leather, and the faint, lingering tang of my own 'holy water' from earlier.

"So," I murmured, "how long do we wait before a big, horny, magical deer decides to take a drink?"

"According to the Broker," she said, "the White Stag only appears at midnight, during the highest point of the moon. It's drawn to the purity of the water under the moonlight."

"How poetic," I snorted. "A giant deer with a purity kink. He'd probably get along great with King Cock-Nose."

"Please don't try to make them friends," she sighed. "The forest has seen enough trauma for one day."

We sat in silence for a while, listening to the gentle burble of the waterfall. The only real problem was the silence. In a forest where everything was either fucking or contemplating the aning of fucking, the silence felt... loud.

"I'll go get so sleep," I said, stretching my arms over my head. "You wake up at midnight."

"You sure?" Ves asked, her brow furrowed.

"I'm sure," I said, a sly smile playing on my lips. "Besides, I need my beauty rest if I'm going to look good enough to 'Charm' our lovely stag."

I walked to the tent and slipped in. I don't really need to sleep, but closing my eyes for a while is nice. Furthermore, I was going to use the ti to contact my daughter Eir about the preparations for the queen's feast.

However, the mont I closed my eyes, I felt a force trying to pull my consciousness out of my body. The force didn't an harm, and I sensed that it was asking for permission.

"Hmm..." I took a deep breath. "Sure, why not?"

As I 'gave' my permission, my mind felt... light, like I was floating. It felt like I was drifting through a dream, but one where I was completely aware of myself.

Then I saw a figure made from white and green light.

'The spirit of this forest,' I instantly realized.

The spirit didn't have a face. Or a body. It was just... a shape. A swirl of light and mist, with a core of pure, blinding white energy. It reminded of a will-o'-the-wisp, but one the size of a house.

"My goddess." The spirit's 'voice' echoed in my mind. It wasn't a male or a female; it was... sothing in between. She knelt before , her form shimring with reverence. "Welco back... You have graced my domain with your presence."

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