Morgana: The Mother Of All-Chapter 278: The Cradle of Echoes

The moment the system window vanished, the temple shifted. No, not just shifted—transformed.

The air thickened with golden mist, warm and heady, curling like incense through every breath I took. A soft hum emanated from beneath my feet, not unlike a lullaby sung by the womb of the world itself. The dais where Cute Cat lay shimmered with new divine circuitry, ancient glyphs flowering around her like tattoos inked in starlight. The temple's core had awakened.

And with it... so had something else. Something new. Something curious.

A passage opened behind the breeding throne, seamless flesh parting like silken curtains revealing a new chamber bathed in amniotic glow. A tunnel, pulsing with living magic, beckoned me forward. Its scent was different—no longer the sultry musk of sex and sacred desire, but the warm, earthy perfume of birth. Of new life. Of divine potential not yet realized.

The Cradle of Echoes.

I stepped through, each footfall causing the walls to thrum like a mother's heartbeat. The air within the chamber was... alive. Not just sentient, but watching. Feeling. Waiting. And horny as fuck. In a way this "The Cradle of Echoes." was a womb, a living sentient womb of my breeding temple. That allows me to interact not just with my unborn children, but also with the children of others. The only catch was that the impregnation must be done inside my temple, it doesn't matter if it's my offspring or not.

'I must open my temple to the outside world and since I could do a separate dimension it would be easier to manage'

With that thought, I examined the place. The light here was gentler—diffused through fluid-filled bulbs that dangled from the ceiling like celestial wombs.

Three for now and inside each one, I saw them. Flickers of unborn souls. Only one had a shape which was Cute Cat's child.

Our cute little feline child.

Like a tiny spark of starlight swimming in translucent sacs of crimson amniotic fluid, it pulsed faintly with potential, humming with promise. It stirred as I approached, the crimson pot glowed brightly as if reacting to my divine presence.

"My child" I whispered, hand raised slowly.

The pod responded to my voice, unfurling like a flower. A tendril of light extended, touching my palm, and in an instant—I knew everything.

A girl, maybe. Or a boy. Or something in between. The gender hadn't been chosen yet—I could choose that, now. Her form was malleable, swimming in possibility, her soul a crystalline seed waiting to be watered. My breath caught as I felt the soft echo of her thoughts—simple, yet sacred. Wonder. Warmth. Hunger.

And love.

Already, she loved me.

'She knows me!!... She called me Mother!' Tears welled in my eyes. Not from sadness. From awe. Awe and utter delight. The pure, unconditional love of an innocent being, a life not yet born, a life forged through the divine act of two bodies surrendering to ecstasy, an ecstasy born of love.

My daughter knew that.

"Y-Yes." I answered "Your...Mother is here"

"I can bless you," I murmured, voice barely audible. "I can make you strong. Or brilliant. Or beautiful. Or..." I smiled faintly, stroking the surface of the pod, "...all of the above."

Ding!

[Would you like to interact with this unborn child?]

[Yes / No]

I hit Yes.

As soon as I confirmed, multiple system windows popped into existence. I could see them—all of the options and things I could give her.

Ding!

[Name this offspring?]

[System Suggestion: Little Star]

"Hmm..." I chuckled. "No offense, system, but Little Star is way too humble for a divine-born kitten."

Yes. My child with Cute Cat is a divine one, not a full goddess or even half, but more like a low demi-god that has a mortal body but a divine soul, which means that if this child took the time to train and develop herself, she could become a true goddess like me. But if she didn't... Well, no use crying over spilled milk, she'll live a mortal life and die as a mortal.

"Sigh... she's lucky to have me as her mother"

I will not allow such potential to go to waste, even if she's going to live in Lora's world, I'll still follow her progress, with a reward for the hard work or a nice flat stick to her furry ass.

"Your name will be Nyari'ael" I spoke the name as I typed "First Light of My Line."

I named her like this because she will be the first offspring born in my new temple. Gender? Of course, futanari, because why not?

Ding!

[Bestow traits? You may select up to 3 boons for this offspring.]

"Sigh," I exhaled, thinking carefully. I wasn't just making children now. I was forging legacies. "Well... things got more complicated now before I just bury my cock inside a womb and shoot"

"Now I'm inside a womb messing with the code"

...

[Trait One: Divine Fertility: Her body will mature quickly, and she'll possess unmatched fecundity among Cat-Kin. A future breeder in her own right.]

[Trait Two: Emotional Empathy: She'll be able to sense the desires and emotions of others with supernatural clarity. A perfect temple priestess... or seductress.]

[Trait Three: Celestial Resilience: Her soul and body will be fortified with divine endurance, capable of withstanding physical and magical trials that would break mortals. A warrior-priestess destined to protect or conquer.]

....

There were only three traits in the first place and each pulsed into her core like a glowing tattoo on her soul. Her spirit flickered brighter. Like fireflies rising from the depths of a mystical ocean. I saw her shape change—molt—before settling back to her previous self.

Her body had slightly changed. The faint lines of a feminine figure emerged, curving with a graceful fluidity no mortal possessed. Or at least this is what she would be in the future, I could see that with my divine eyes.

"Nyari'ael, my first little cat"

My forehead pressed gently against the warm surface of her pod, the heartfelt hum vibrated like a mother singing a lullaby. My little star reached out in response, those ethereal tendrils touching mine. Her soul entwined around mine like a sparkling wreath, holding tight. So beautiful, so new, so... utterly trusting.

I felt a tear stream down my cheek, soaking into the chamber like it was eager to be drunk by a womb of pure creation. My whole body vibrated—my senses, my soul, my heart. This was mine. Ours. Me and Cute Cat and... well, I'll make much more in the future, this vast space shall serve its holy purpose, a garden for my seed to thrive.

Ding!

[Would you like to set a new vessel for birth? Or leave it as default: Cute Cat]

"Hmm?" I narrowed my eyes, seeing this particular system window, "Interesting"

As a function of my temple, I could transfer the pregnancy from one womb to another, this could come in handy in the future, especially for instances like what happened with Aunt Maria.

She was—at least her version inside the trial—obsessed with our royal bloodline like any noblewoman, believing that her duty was to keep the family blood pure and going. But sadly her son was a fucking sissy who liked taking it in the ass rather than giving it, she failed to knock him out of this dirty habit with whips, torture, and long sessions in the cellar. She desperately tried to 'fix' him by having daily sex with the castle maids, but sadly Michael only climaxed when something thick was deep in his ass.

To shorten the story, Aunt Maria tried to go around this by having a girl pegging him with a thick strap-on while his dick was inside another girl. My Aunt only wanted a grandchild, a child that she would raise herself, not like her son.

Unfortunately, Michael was a little tricky and he somehow found a potion made from a weird mix of herbs and mushrooms from a traveling merchant that could render his sperm lifeless for a week or so.

All of this happened before me and Vicky moved to live in the castle and when I got involved with those naughty activities I was able to find out that Michael had a thing for Aunt Maria, he wanted to have a kid with his own mother.

That tricky situation never got resolved or addressed in the first place. My Aunt didn't have a problem with having a relationship with her son, hell she destroyed his ass-pussy every night, but her fear was for the baby. A child born through incest could cause many health problems.

'Good thing that I was reborn in a magical world'

I can't even imagine if the same shit happened in this world, I would be devastated if one of my kids was born with a pinched eye or a fucked up knee joint or any kind of condition due to birth defects.

"I wonder how my Aunt and her son ended up?" I wondered, thinking of many possibilities, the trial ended before my 'progress' with the two gave its fruits. But who knows maybe in the real past I did the same thing and Aunt Maria got her wish.

"The only way to find out is for me to recover my memory" I huffed and shook my head. Teleporting out of the Cradle of Echoes back to my quarter in the temple. Sitting on that fluffy couch I pulled out the three crimson orbs Lilith gave me.

The first was the coordinates of planet Earth and she advised me not to use them until I reach primordial rank but if I couldn't wait, opening it inside the administrator room inside the Nightmare Tower was the safest option. There will be a risk when I form a link to Earth and the other gods could detect it.

The second orb was her memories and information about creating this world. Are they useful? Hard to tell, but Lilith wouldn't give me something stupid or useless.

"..."

Ah!... She gave me that butt plug.

The last orb was a unique skill 'Divine Breeding Dominion' in Lilith's words this skill could save my life in the future, eager to have this extra defense I hurried and used it on the spot.

Ding!

"Hmm?"

Well... I'm a little confused, shocked maybe? Because... As a breeder, I could give birth to anything, from a simple wolf girl, a world tree, a monster, and even the first memory of the universe, but there was one thing I never thought about.

Giving birth to me.