Chapter 615: My Divine Friends

Chapter 615: Chapter 615: My Divine Friends

Before the orgy even started, I was forced to entertain some VIP guests who wanted to ’talk’ with me, the ’messenger of the goddess,’ as they call me.

They were all a bunch of old farts trying to gauge my intentions.

I played my part perfectly. I was charming, mysterious, and slightly arrogant.

I told them what they wanted to hear. That Fortune’s Gate is a city of opportunity for all. That we have no interest in politics or conquest. That we only want to trade and prosper.

Lies.

Of course they were lies.

Fortune’s Gate is not just a city. It’s a weapon that will be the key to reclaiming Lilith’s world as my own.

Anyway, after dealing with them for what felt like an eternity, I was finally free.

Or so I thought.

"Ah!... there you are, Morgana," a familiar sweet voice called out from behind me as I was making my escape.

I turned around to see a short young girl with red twin-tails and green eyes.

She was wearing a black and white Gothic lolita dress that did little to hide her slightly developing figure.

"Lora!" I said with a genuine smile. "You came."

Without leaving her a chance to say a word, I pulled her into a tight hug.

"Of course I came," Lora said, her voice muffled against my chest. "You invited me, after all. And I wanted to see your new city."

"I’m glad you came," I said, but didn’t release her from the hug and just kept stroking her long red hair. "How have you been? How is my little cat daughter Nyari’ael?"

Lora’s face turned bright red.

"She... she is fine," Lora stammered. "She is a little too energetic, but she is fine."

"I bet she is," I chuckled. "She is my daughter after all."

"Uhm... can you... you know... let me go?" Lora asked, her face getting even redder. "People are looking."

"Nope!" I said with a smirk, and hugged her even tighter. "I need to get my fill from vitamin L."

"V-Vitamin L?!" Lora sputtered. "W-What are you talking about?"

"Lora," I said in a serious tone. "You are not eating enough. You are too thin. I can feel your bones."

"Th-That’s not true!" Lora protested, but her body betrayed her as she melted in my arms.

"Then why are you so light?" I asked, my hands slowly sliding down her back until they reached her cute little butt.

"!!!" Lora’s body stiffened, and her face became as red as a tomato. "M-Morgana! Not in public!"

"Hehe~... what about in private then?" I whispered in her ear, my hot breath making her shiver.

"Stop teasing the little girl," a calm yet powerful voice said from behind me.

A very familiar aura washed over me. It was a calm yet powerful aura that was similar to mine but at the same time different.

It was the deep, velvety presence of aged wine: warm and slow-flowing, carrying the dark sweetness of crushed grapes, the soft bite of oak, and a quiet heat that lingered like the aftertaste of a fine vintage. An ancient potency, rich with the weight of countless harvests.

It was the Goddess of Wine, Katarina.

She was standing there, looking as divine as ever, with her short brown hair and her blue eyes that held the wisdom of centuries. She was wearing a simple Greek-style white dress that did little to hide her perfect figure.

"Ah!.. Grape Juice," I said with a grin, finally letting go of Lora. "I was wondering when you would show up."

"You know I can’t resist a good party," Katarina said with a smile. "And your city... it’s... interesting."

"That’s one way to put it," I said, my eyes roaming over her body. "You look good. Did you gain some weight? Your breasts look bigger."

"Hehehe~..." Katarina laughed, her full red lips curled into a playful smirk. "Very funny. But you’re right. I did gain some... ’weight.’"

She then patted her right breast lightly with a single, perfectly manicured finger. The gesture was casual, yet it drew my attention like a lodestone. The swell of her breast, fuller than I remembered, strained gently against the soft fabric of her dress.

"I’ve been in a... ’creative’ mood lately," she purred, her blue eyes glinting with a mischievous light. "A new vintage. Very potent. But it needs to be aged properly. Do you know what I mean?"

No, I didn’t know, but then I recalled something that was getting popular inside my horny temple.

Using the body modification of the Sanctum of Transformation, many people changed their body fluids into something else, like sweat that tasted like honey or tears that tasted like lemonade.

But the most popular one was switching a woman’s milk or piss with... well, wine.

"Ah!" I said, a slow, wicked grin spreading across my face. "So that’s why you’ve been ’gaining weight.’ You’re brewing wine in your tits. That’s... hot."

"It’s an art form," Katarina said, her tone a mixture of pride and amusement. "It requires a delicate balance of magic and... bodily fluids. The results, however, are exquisite, and I have to thank you for that."

"Me?" I asked, raising an eyebrow. "What did I do?"

"Your followers," Katarina said, her gaze softening slightly. "I get inspiration from them. They are... a wild bunch, but they are also very creative. They taught me that the body is not just a vessel for pleasure, but also a canvas for art. And a distillery for fine wine."

I stared at Katarina for a few seconds.

Then I burst out laughing. I couldn’t help it. The image of a goddess using her own breasts to brew wine was just too absurdly lewd and... ingenious.

’I guess me being their friend was a bad influence.’

"I will always take credit for inspiring divine alcohol," I managed to say between laughs, wiping a tear from the corner of my eye. "So, when do I get to taste this... ’special vintage’?"

"Patience," she said, her smirk widening into a full-blown grin. "All good things come to those who wait. And to those who... ask nicely."

Lora, who had been standing silently beside us, was red as a tomato and looked like she wanted the ground to swallow her whole.

"Uhm... can we please change the subject?" Lora squeaked, her hands fidgeting with the hem of her dress.

"Oh, don’t be such a prude, little Lora," Katarina said, ruffling the girl’s red twin-tails. "You’re in the city of the Goddess of Breeding. You should get used to this kind of talk."

"She’s right, you know," I added, pulling Lora into another one-sided hug. "You should loosen up a bit. Maybe I should help you with that later."

"N-No, I’m fine!" Lora protested, her face buried in my chest. "I’m perfectly fine!"

"Suuure you are," I said with a smirk, then turned to Kat, asking, "Where is Lucy, by the way? Didn’t she come with you?"

"She is here," Kat answered. "She is ’busy’ at the moment. Making new ’friends’ and ’connections’ in the crowd. You know how she is."

’I bet she is,’ I thought. Then, using my map, I located her behind an alley. On her knees, she was with a group of dark elves who were very happy to share their BDSM culture with her. She seemed to be enjoying herself, a lot.

"Typical Lucy," I said with a chuckle. "She never misses a chance to find ’entertainment.’"

"She is a free spirit," Katarina said, her tone fond. "Just like someone else I know."

"Heh~... guilty as charged," I said with a shrug. "Anyway, let’s go and have something to eat. I reserved a table for us with the best view in the whole city."

I led the two goddesses who were in their avatar form away from the crowd, towards a private, elevated platform that overlooked the main square. The view was spectacular, offering a panoramic vista of the festival below, the Nightmare Tower looming in the background.

The table was already set with a variety of dishes, from the honey-cakes to the lizard kebabs, to the milk buns, and of course, a few of the succubus’s ’special’ chocolates.

"Wow!" Lora’s eyes lit up at the sight of the food. "This looks... amazing."

"Only the best for my friends," I said with a grin. "Dig in."

Lora didn’t need to be told twice. She immediately grabbed a honey-cake and took a big bite, her eyes rolling back in pleasure.

"Thif ish sho goood!" she mumbled, her mouth full.

"Hehe~... slow down, little one," I said, patting her head. "There’s plenty more."

Katarina, on the other hand, was more restrained. She picked up one of the ’special’ chocolates, her eyes appraising it with a connoisseur’s gaze.

"An interesting concept," she said, turning the chocolate over in her fingers. "Infusing food with aphrodisiacs. It’s... bold."

"Welcome to my horny playground," I said with a shrug. "We do things differently here."

"So I see," Katarina said, then she popped the chocolate into her mouth. Her eyes widened slightly, a faint blush coloring her cheeks. "Hmm... not bad. A little too aggressive for my taste, but the underlying flavor is quite... complex."

"That’s our ’let’s skip the dates’ special," I said with a wink. "We also have a ’first date’ special, if you’re interested."

"I’ll keep that in mind," Katarina said, a thoughtful expression on her face. "It could be an interesting... ’pairing’ with a light, fruity wine."

The three of us spent the next hour or so eating and drinking, enjoying the food and the view. Lora was in heaven, trying a little bit of everything, her face a mask of pure bliss. Katarina was more reserved, but it was clear that she was enjoying herself, her blue eyes sparkling with amusement and curiosity.

I messaged Lucy using the Nexus system, and she said that she was enjoying the ’hospitality’ of the dark elves and would join us later. I didn’t press for more details, but I could guess what kind of ’hospitality’ she was receiving.

Using an avatar gives the gods the freedom to do anything they want without breaking divine rules, revealing their true form or divine aura, and most importantly, if the avatar gets ’killed,’ it’s not a big deal, just a waste of some divine power.

"Hmm!... I wish I could eat like this every day," Lora sighed, leaning back in her chair, her hands resting on her slightly bulging stomach. "The food in my domain... well, it’s not bad, but it’s... well, fresh from the harvest."

I flashed a warm smile and gently patted her head.

"You can come to my city anytime, Lora. You and your followers are always welcome here."