"H-hmmmm..." I feel soone pulling sothing off my face. I open my eyes and see my beloved mother, Mnemosyne. Slowly, she pulls a tentacle out of my mouth—it’s longer than I expected when it finally slips free, at least three ters.
"How was your ti here, daughter?" she asks while stroking my cheeks. Her hands move up to grip sothing at my ears and tug. I squirm as she does it, and my vision blanks out for a second before returning.
"Haa... haaa..." I pant, exhausted. I don’t think I’ve felt this tired since I first arrived in the Abyss.
"...M-My belly feels heavy..." I murmur, feeling the enormous weight in my stomach. Not that I’m unused to it—I’ve been kept so full so constantly that I’ve grown accustod to the tentacles writhing inside .
"You look bigger. I see you’ve grown a little... Daughter, I’m sorry. I ended up forgetting you were here."
"I-It’s okay..." I say with a weary voice.
"No, it’s not okay. You spent many years here when I only ant to leave you for a month. But look on the bright side! You gave birth to an imnse number of children!!! And so many different kinds!" she says while I glance around and realize how the room, which was once so large, now feels small, with the floor, walls, and ceiling all twisting.
"So now I’ll take you with ." She makes the tentacles inside my pussy and anus withdraw. I let out an involuntary moan—my body is so sensitive right now.
As soon as the tentacles release onto the floor, she catches before I fall. My legs are extrely shaky and can’t support my weight, let alone the extra heaviness.
"U-Urgh." I feel nauseous, so I cover my mouth to keep from vomiting. I feel sothing squirming in my throat, but I swallow it down to keep it from coming up.
"Daughter, you’re coming with , but first you can expel the tentacles inside you." She holds as I feel dozens of those things wriggling out of my body. The climax makes cum, wetting Mother Mnemosyne.
"..." But it’s much more bearable than the beginning, so soon they’ve all left my body, and I hug Mother Mnemosyne tightly. She lifts and starts carrying tenderly.
"You can suck on my breasts! I know you must be hungry." She allows it, freeing one of the tentacles from her nipple to expose it to . I open my mouth and begin sucking on her breast as I close my eyes.
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I look at Pandora. She’s now hugging , sucking on my breast as I carry her to my room. Strangely, I still haven’t managed to figure out what that cocoon inside her mind is.
Besides, even though I now dominate 100% of Pandora’s mind—because I purposely left her in that room longer than needed—I’ve realized I don’t know everything about her.
There are gaps, missing things, and I found two inaccessible spaces in her mind. The first is the cocoon I saw earlier, and the other is sothing inside her mana pathways. I couldn’t access either, and Pandora has no mories about these two things.
’How did Pandora manage to hide information from ? And when did she do it? And why doesn’t this now fully controlled Pandora simply hand over the information?’ I don’t understand.
I literally shoved even more tentacles into her brain to scour everything, but I found nothing that pointed to an explanation.
As I ponder why, we quickly arrive at my room through the Abyss’s own "fissures," which I always use to move from one point to another without having to travel great distances on my own!
I even built my dwelling near these fissures precisely for mobility. Besides, I’m one of the few who can test whether the fissures are safe, since I can use tentacles to probe where they lead.
’Well, at least the number of tentacles she gave birth to is excellent.’ Pandora alone, during the years I left her in that room, produced nearly a million tentacles and managed to give 89 different species of tentacles—so absurdly strong.
Just as I expected, Pandora’s genes are perfect. Her race is capable of spawning extrely powerful tentacles! I’ve already copied so of the tentacles, and they’ve begun being mass-produced in other girls I’ve captured.
"Mother Mnemosyne... you are a servant of Mother Echidna... does she have many servants?" Pandora asks out of nowhere, still sucking vigorously on my breasts, drinking the drugs my nipples release for her.
"Actually, no. You see, in the Abyss the hierarchy is a pyramid. The Abyss Goddess has a very limited number of direct servants, no more than 20 to 25. And those servants have more servants under them, and those servants have servants, all the way down to the bottom."
"So true servants of the Abyss Goddess only number a few dozen." The Abyss Goddess hardly cares about the servants she has; we’re the ones who wanted to serve a powerful being like her. You can learn so much just by being near her.
She does incredible things! And even motionless, just by studying how her magic behaves, monsters can learn useful things! In other words, she’s like a great vault of information—complex to open, but even the lock itself teaches you things.
"Mother Mnemosyne... you said my true form was wrong, and that I’ve never used it... why? Because I never could?" she murmurs softly into my breasts as I lie down on my bed with her in my lap.
"I’m not certain, but there are few things that could cause such an error—for example, ntal confusion, restraining magic, or even an incorrect self-image of what you are as a living being." There’s also split personality or fragnted consciousness, but those are rarer. After all, having a second consciousness is very uncommon.
"..." She releases and sits on my stomach, her hands gripping my breasts for support. She’s so wet her fluids drip down my belly. It’s exciting to see such a beauty so aroused because of .
"Mother Mnemosyne, can we have more babies?" she asks, rocking her hips back and forth, rubbing against , her eyes filled with passion for .
"Of course, daughter, as many as you want..." She puts her hands to her head, tears streaming down her face as if she’s in great pain.
’Tsk, she’s resilient, I’ll give her that...’ I move a tentacle from within the bed, thrusting it into her ear at once and piercing her brain. Given her regeneration, I don’t mind hurting her a little right now.
"..." She convulses as the tentacle that just invaded her creates so adjustnts, because she’s trying to resist again. It’s irritating because she just left the control room.
’Another lapse... maybe it’s better if I create a blank slate.’ I wanted to analyze her mories more thoroughly, but the more I scour her mories, the more control lapses she has—because when I look at those things, she rembers them too.
Decided, I begin completely erasing every mory she has, except the mories about Echidna. She needs those mories to understand where her love for cos from; otherwise, that incongruity would make her dangerous, since I’m using maternal love to control her.
"..." I wipe the blood trickling from her face as I finish the process and remove the tentacle. I now face her, free of any mories, to define her path. I wonder how she’ll act now that she only has false mories of .
"..." Her gaze regains focus as she stares at for a few seconds, as if understanding sothing briefly.
"O-Oh... m-mother." She blushes and looks away, embarrassed, and at that I smile. I lean up and embrace her as she hugs back, now seated on my thighs. I bite her breast and begin sucking her delicious milk.
"A-Ahhh, m-mother..." She hugs gently, cumming on from just that small act. She seems to love having her milk taken, which is great, because before she clearly didn’t enjoy producing milk and having to express it. But now she seems to love it—a response opposite to her true will, now genuinely accepted.
’A daughter...’ I feel... interested in this. I’ve never had a real daughter. I literally have millions of living children, and if I count all the children I’ve ever had, it’s already in the billions. But none of them were conscious, none were intellectually sharp like , and none could give the filial love of a child for a mother.
But now, even though Pandora isn’t truly my daughter, she can give that "love," and I’m interested in it. I think acting like a real mother to a real daughter is exciting.
"Daughter, I have so much to teach you. Perhaps one day I’ll even make you my heir," I say to Pandora, who is lting with pleasure.
"R-Really, Mother Mnemosyne? I can be your heir? Thank you! Thank you for trusting !!" She kisses —a romantic, adorable kiss, a bit clumsy because she no longer has mories, but still adorable.
"..." I kiss her back, savoring her saliva as sothing wonderfully sweet. I really like Pandora’s fluids; they’re so of the most delicious things I’ve ever tasted. Everything about her—her blood, her sweat, her saliva, her love juices—everything is delicious.
’A daughter... yes, a daughter...’ I’m enchanted by it. I have a daughter! And a daughter with powerful potential! A daughter who might one day be stronger than the Abyss Goddess!! An obedient daughter, sexually devoted only to .
The thought fills with pure greed. I have a treasure even better than I previously thought. With my intelligence and power, and Pandora’s future strength, we could dominate the Abyss!!
"Grow strong and obedient, daughter, because I’m going to teach you many useful things! And give you lots of love!" I say, kissing her forehead as I hug her!
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