"Beautiful!" I stood in awe at the view in front of me.
A tall, majestic pillar of life was now erupting where just moments ago there had only been a pit of mud. It didn't just grow; it erupted, not with a violent burst, but with a smooth, agonizingly slow majesty that defied all known physics.
'Not that I know or am good at physics.'
The first sight was a root—not a simple, brown, subterranean tendril, but a massive, crimson claw of living wood, thicker than the largest ox, that curled up from the soil like the hand of a buried titan. It was followed quickly by others, weaving, locking, and anchoring themselves to the bones of the planet like the veins of a goddess returning to her throne.
Then, the trunk. It pushed upward, splitting the heavens like a spear of jade.
It was a column of impossible scale and color, a divine contradiction made manifest. Each inch shimmered with a fluid iridescence, like molten crystal trying to decide whether it wanted to be alive or eternal.
Its bark bore veins of gold that glowed with the breath of the cosmos, and from those lines of power, motes of life spilled into the air—tiny orbs of light that danced like fireflies, drifting through the city, blessing every creature they touched.
The branches spiraled upward in elegant, intricate arcs, each limb stretching impossibly far, heavy with leaves that shimmered like liquid crystal, their edges glowing with a soft, ethereal light. They rustled in a wind that wasn't there, singing a melody older than time—a song of creation and endless cycles. At its crown, a halo of faint, golden mist hovered, as if the heavens themselves bowed to its majesty.
I'd birthed this. Me. Morgana. This divine, majestic fucking tree was my daughter, my creation, and the sheer weight of that realization nearly dropped me to my knees.
I could feel her now, sense her. Her presence was everywhere—in the leaves that shed golden dust into the air, in the song they sang, in the soil beneath our feet, in the roots that snaked across the earth, burrowing deep.
My heart soared with love and pride, a smile spreading across my face as I turned to the people around me—my family and lovers.
"Mother…" whispered Luna, her voice trembling as she clutched at my arm. "She's… she's beautiful…"
Beautiful? That word was too small, too soft. This was a monument, a holy wonder of nature. This was the will of the world, the living incarnation of the spirit of the world.
Everywhere around me, my children mirrored the awe I felt.
"No, my sweet pup," I murmured, gently squeezing Luna's hand. "She is magnificent. She is the axis of all things, the spine of our world. She is proof that your Mommy is the most fertile, most powerful, most horny divine being in existence!"
I don't know where that came from, but fuck, it was true! I was the ultimate horny Mother; I'd fucked gods, monsters, and every fucking creature in between, and now, with one little push, I'd made this world more beautiful than even I could imagine.
'I'm a fucking Goddess of breeding!'
The World Tree towered before us, alive in every sense that word could ever mean. Her trunk rose endlessly, a divine pillar that turned sunlight into music and shadow into prayer. From her bark spilled slow streams of luminous sap, each droplet falling like a captured star, burning bright as it touched the ground before vanishing into the soil, feeding her roots.
And those roots—those titanic roots—were still spreading, clawing deep into the planet, threading through rock and magma, binding themselves to the world's core—or, in other words, returning to their rightful place.
The World Tree isn't some simple plant but the spine of this world. Without it, the planet is nothing more than a paralyzed corpse, unable to move, to evolve, to survive.
"MORGANA!"
I flinched at the sound of Leaf's voice. She was charging toward me, tears in her eyes. Her movements were jerky, almost twitchy, and when she reached me, she didn't hesitate. She threw herself at me, wrapping her arms tight around my neck.
"I... sob... How?... How did you do this?" Leaf stammered into my shoulder, her body trembling with emotion. "The Great Mother is... back!"
She lifted her head from me, and her face was wet with tears. Her green eyes were wide with reverence.
I guess it came as a shock to everyone, especially Leaf, who lived for 150 years before coming to my land. She knows the importance of the World Tree, and she lived in a time when it was destroyed.
"When?" The bunny queen Celeste approached, asking, but before I could reply, she answered her own question. "Aaah!... I see... during our first time."
"..." I simply flashed a teasing smile, recalling that lovely 16-inch brown root cock that the world itself used to impregnate me with the World Tree seed.
"Morgana... do I have your permission?" my workaholic elf steward approached, a serious look on her face, but her eyes were red from tears.
"I need to make changes to the area and establish guardians. We need to protect the World Tree at all costs!"
"Of course, Arwen. I'm counting on you to make it even more beautiful," I smiled warmly at her, stroking her cheek. "Your work is gonna pay off. I know it."
"Yes... leave it to me."
...
Sigh... I didn't see my kids and lovers for five long months! I missed them soooo much, but right now I was cast to the side as my children and lovers rushed forward with one purpose: to protect the World Tree.
"Sob... they completely forgot about me." I faked a tear, watching my entire glorious, dysfunctional, lust-fueled family abandon their exhausted Mother to worship a giant piece of lumber I'd just squeezed out.
Anyway, I brushed that aside and opened my system, reading the dozens of notifications.
Ding!
[Congratulations, you have achieved an extraordinary feat: the birth of the World Tree!]
[You have earned the title: Mother of The World Tree]
"Oh!... A shiny new title." I stared at the notification with a smirk.
I have a lot of them, but this one was special.
"Teehee~"
It was proof that despite all odds, I gave birth to a literal tree.
"..."
I know it was just a seed that grew into a tree... but hey! Don't ruin my fun!
Ding!
[A divine existence took notice of your efforts.]
[The Universal World Tree bows in gratitude and has recognized you as a friend.]
"Hmm... The Universal World Tree?" I tilted my head, reading the notification. "Is she the tree that holds the entire universe?"
As far as I knew, the universe was but a giant cosmic tree, where a single leaf could house millions of galaxies—a concept so vast it made my head hurt, which was saying something, given how much pleasure my head could handle.
"So, the big mommy tree just noticed little me," I smirked, nasty thoughts crossing my mind. "Since we are friends now, can we breed?"
[...]
More World Tree daughters... can't say no to that, right?
"Daughter of Flesh and Will… I have heard your song."
A voice then echoed, not through sound but through soul.
It was ancient, endless, and filled with tenderness beyond mortal measure.
"You have restored what was broken… rekindled the Root that binds your world to the Eternal Web. Through pain, desire, and will, you have given breath to creation anew. For this, I bow to you, Child of Life."
The voice reverberated inside my mind, brushing against my essence like the caress of a thousand winds. My knees almost buckled from the sheer weight of it.
"I… you… Bow to me?" I muttered aloud, blinking like an idiot at the cosmic orgy. "Wait—no, that's not right. I should be bowing to you!"
'And lick your cosmic pussy... Heheh.'
A soft laugh rippled through the heavens—the laughter of galaxies dancing.
"All creation bows to those who give it life. You are a Mother. In that, you are my equal."
"Child who births the child, we are kin."
My heart clenched, an unfamiliar sting of humility rising within me. Equal… to her? To the being that held existence itself together?
No way.
But still—
"Heheh." My lips curved into a shaky smile.
"I guess motherhood really is the ultimate power, huh?" I whispered, wiping the corner of my eye. "A World Tree as a daughter and a big, big cosmic tree as a wife... Hehehehe."
"You have my blessing, Morgana, Mother of All. Your womb and mine are now bound as kin. Should your world tremble, my roots shall shield it. Should your people cry, my branches shall bear their prayers."
A radiant beam of golden-green light descended from the heavens, touching the crown of my World Tree. The air quivered, alive with energy so pure it hummed in harmony with my very soul. The ground beneath my feet vibrated, my Tree answering the call of her cosmic mother.
Their voices—two beings separated by realms yet united by creation—sang as one. The melody was not something that could be heard but felt: a song of renewal, of balance, of life eternal.
Something that even I, a goddess, instinctively knew wasn't meant to be heard by others.
When it ended, peace filled the air—like the sweet, sacred peace that came after love.
"Haaah." I exhaled, realizing I'd been holding my breath.
"Welp," I murmured, rubbing the back of my neck. "My world just got blessed by the tree that literally holds the universe together. Not bad for a day's work."