CHAPTER 350: SHE’S HOME

Ahh~... this is what I hoped to see for a long time.

Being treated as a goddess—truly treated as one—the fear, the awe, the trembling reverence in a human's eyes when they finally understand they're standing before something far beyond mortal comprehension… It never gets old.

'Sadly… all the people I know have either grown too used to the idea of me being a goddess... or worse, they never truly considered it to begin with. Tsk.'

Well fucking their brains out is always the best way to build connection on a personal and internal level.

Anyway, let's leave that aside for now… and focus on the human girl beneath me.

Liliana.

Tiny, fragile, beautiful little Liliana.

Since I up-scaled my temple, the architecture had shifted to match my mood—grand, towering, excessive. Every spire, every velvet-draped column, every writhing mural of divine ecstasy was made to glorify me. So naturally, I couldn't appear like some dainty little goddess lounging on a throne. No. I manifested myself at full splendor.

Fifty feet tall. Fifteen point two meters of divine horniness, adorned with nothing but glowing markings and glistening skin that shimmered like the inside of a pearl. Every inch of me radiated power, lust, and authority. My silver hair drifted in the air like it was underwater. My voice, when I spoke, rolled through the temple like thunder wrapped in silk. Mortals heard it in their bones, not just their ears.

Liliana stood there, naked and reverent, her swollen belly housing the egg I entrusted her with. She looked like a doll now—perfectly formed, undeniably mine, but so… small.

However, there was something I experienced a long time ago, and I forgot about it.

Hatred.

When my crimson eyes landed on Liliana for the first time in person, for a split second,

I wanted her dead.

The thought struck like lightning through a clear sky. Sudden. Violent. Unwelcome.

'I should crush her,' I heard a voice echoing in my mind, the divine part of me momentarily silenced by something darker. 'She's nothing. Just a vessel. A fragile, replaceable thing carrying something she barely understands.'

A wave of malice, see-through and true hatred, crashed over me, chilling me to the bone. This was not some random villager or an annoying thug, but someone who actually meant something to me, to whom I had given so much love and pleasure in the past. Someone who I thought cared for me as well.

Yet, my fingers twitched. I could feel my divine nails grow sharper, blacker, hungrier.

But then Liliana bowed—low and deep, her forehead touching the temple floor again, her body trembling not in fear, but devotion. Her lips moved.

"I am yours, Great Mother. All of me. Body, mind, soul… and womb."

And just like that, the hatred evaporated. Like smoke caught in a gust of incense-scented wind. I inhaled sharply, almost ashamed of myself… almost.

No, not shame. I don't feel ashamed. Curiosity, perhaps, or maybe a tad bit of anger and self-directed disgust.

Either way, the thought vanished. And a thought is just a thought.

"Why do I hate humans?" I mused aloud, my voice reverberating like a divine hymn across the grand temple hall.

The words didn't feel like mine. Not really. They were ancient, hollow, cracked with time… yet spoken in my own tongue. I could hear the echo bounce back at me from the vaulted ceiling, like the temple itself was pondering the answer.

Liliana stayed still, forehead pressed to the cold marble floor, breathing slowly, reverently, as though my presence alone might rupture her if she dared move too quickly.

Why did I hate them?

I love humans, I desire them... well, my cock and pussy do. My mind, the more smart and self-critical part, not so much.

"OHHHH!....MY GODDESS!"

Suddenly, a woman came rushing towards us, ignoring the shocked Liliana as if she didn't exist, her maid. Samantha, the faithful and lustful, rushed toward me naked, her breasts bouncing with each step, her eyes widened, tears starting to roll down her face. She dropped, slamming her forehead on the floor next to Liliana.

"MY GODDDDEEEESSS.... Finally... I finally meet you, my Great Mother at last." Samantha shouted, sniffing between her words, "I am not worthy, not worthy of the pleasure and honor of being in your presence!!!"

'Damn, her voice is loud.' I barely resisted the urge to put my fingers in my ears.

"Lift your heads up, my darlings," I said gently, though even my gentleness rang out like the murmur of an earthquake. My voice didn't need to be loud—it was heavy with divinity, impossible to ignore. It commanded.

Liliana stirred first, raising her tear-slicked face, golden eyes shining with both awe and something deeper—devotion laced with guilt. The egg inside her seemed to pulse, as though it too responded to my voice.

'Good. It should... soon it will grow safely in my womb.'

Next to her, Samantha trembled, her body quivering like a taut string. Her flushed cheeks were wet with tears and snot, her forehead bruised from the force of her bow. Her ample breasts heaved with every gasping breath as she slowly obeyed, lifting her head with the reverence of a starving worshiper finally tasting holiness.

"Goddess..." she choked, her voice a shattered whisper now, "You're more beautiful than I imagined. More... real."

"Of course I am." I smiled. "I'm not like that bitch Uriel, who thinks she's too pure to meet her followers in person."

I stood up from my throne, and before I even took the first step, my divine body shrank—slowly, elegantly—until I stood before them at a more "manageable" height. Still imposing, still radiant, but no longer towering. I reached out with both hands and cupped their chins delicately.

"Two precious things. One that carries my legacy," I purred, gently brushing Liliana's soft belly with a glowing fingertip, "and one that carries unshakable faith."

"Ahh~" Samantha let out a noise that was halfway between a sob and a moan.

"I dreamed of this," she said, her voice trembling. "To serve you. To be used by you. To be consumed by your will…"

'Damn, this old maid is in heat.'

"Later, my dear." I tilted her chin a little higher, studying her before turning to Liliana. "Let me first deal with the most important thing."

....

I took the two of them away from the main temple to my bedroom. The transition was seamless, a mere ripple in space as the grand hall vanished, replaced by a chamber that was both opulent and intimately inviting.

I carried Liliana in my arms as if she weighed nothing, which, compared to me, she truly didn't. Her skin was warm against mine, and I could feel the egg inside her reacting—quivering faintly, like a child sensing its true mother's presence.

I placed her down onto the bed gently, reverently. She gasped softly, eyes fluttering at the sensation of the divine mattress beneath her. Samantha followed behind, crawling after us like a loyal pet, her flushed face full of longing and reverence, but I paid her no mind for now.

This moment was for Liliana.

I loomed above her for a breath, my hands on either side of her face. My hair floated downward like a living halo, brushing her cheeks. She stared up at me, lips parted, chest rising and falling with shallow breaths.

The dragon-egg. The legacy of my wife, Lilith. Nestled in her like a pearl trapped in an oyster, not meant to keep it.

I took a long pause.

"How…" I murmured, almost to myself, one hand ghosting over her taut, round belly, "Do I take the egg from her... and place it in me?"

I could use my dick and the 'Egg Transfer' skill to transfer the egg into my womb. However, I decided that when my dick penetrates her for the first time, it would be for breeding. The first experience is always important, at least to me.

Then an idea bloomed. Simple, wicked, and beautiful.

"Hehe." I smiled.

Positioning myself above her, I parted her legs with a command in my voice that needed no words. She obeyed instantly, offering herself up, spreading like a flower in bloom beneath the sun. Her golden eyes were hazy now, lost in awe, devotion, and something else… anticipation.

I lowered myself. Skin to skin. Flesh to flesh.

Our bodies met.

Her warm, trembling pussy pressed to mine. A perfect seal.

My cunt kissed her clit. Lips to lips.

"Ohh~..."

The sound escaped her as she felt the divine heat within me. I placed a palm lightly on her thigh.

"Relax," I whispered, caressing her face, "Let me take what is mine."

The process was not physical alone. My womb opened—biologically, and divinely. I reached out with a presence beyond flesh, brushing the hard shell of the dragon-egg inside her. It shivered—recognizing me. Longing for me. I cooed, like a mother welcoming her lost child home.

A pulse passed between us.

Then another.

And then—there.

I pulled.

"AHHHH!" Liliana cried out, not in pain but in an overwhelming flood of sensation—ecstasy, release, surrender. Her fingers clenched the sheets, her thighs trembled, her voice broke into a sobbing moan.

The egg moved. Along her inner flesh, growing bigger, pushing at the walls of her body, searching for its true destination. It slipped from her womb through that sacred union and into mine, crossing that narrow bridge of flesh, breeding magic, and horny divinity.

A spark ignited deep inside me, and I gasped—truly gasped—as I felt the weight of it settle into my body. My child. My future. Warm. Whole. Mine.

"Ahhh~…" My voice came out thick with feeling, throat tight with something dangerously close to an uncontrollable joy.

Liliana collapsed beneath me, tears streaking down her temples. She looked utterly drained. Spent. Glowing. I sat back, hand drifting to my own belly.

It was faint—but there. A pressure. A divine flutter.

"She's home," I whispered, my voice trembling. "My lovely dragon daughter."

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