"I know you're excited Dick, but try not to go too far babe!" Poison warned as the two walk back through the halls that lead to Morrigan's chambers.
"Yeah, I know, I can't lose sight of the mission yada yada." He replied.
In times like these, Poison envied her lover's self resurrection abilities as even she had to admit, Morrigan was indeed a gorgeous beauty. A forbidden fruit which tasted of paradise. She felt her post op pussy get a little wet at the thought, though she didn't let it distract her, even though she kinda wanted it to. There were only a few halls to go before her chambers.
"Stop." She urged when they arrived at their destination. "Remember we have to place these recorders against the wall."
"Ok babe." Dick reached into his trouser pocket and pulled out the two recording devices, the size of a fingernail. He placed the sticky side of the first device against the wall on the left side of the door to the containment chamber. He then did the same with the second, only on the right side of the door instead.
"I was told that these devices are quite sensitive." Poison said as Dick pressed a tiny record button on each device. "About thirty hours max recording time."
"You know I don't last that long!" Dick said with a cheeky smile. Poison slapped him.
"Stop it, you!" She giggled. With a deep breath, she then opened the door to reveal the familiar room with Morrigan's heart shaped bed. Sitting at its end, the green haired seductress smiled and positioned herself at an angle that gave Poison and Dick a nice view of the valley.
"Like what you see?" The succubus asked in a soft voice. She was certainly rather busty, with curves of intense femininity. A sweet fragrance filled the room, with hints of vanilla and musk. Perhaps this was the scent of a succubus, designed to tempt her enviable victims.
"Are you hard already?" Poison asked, looking at her rather excited lover. "Should we not take her out to dinner first?"
"That pink haired beaut has a point my chubby hunk." Morrigan said in hushed tones. "Come, sit and play Halo with us, there are three controllers after all."
Dick walked towards the bed and sat next to the sensual demon. As he did, Poison headed towards an adjacent room and grabbed a circular tray, placing three wine glasses from a nearby cupboard on it. She could hear giggles and moans from the two as she poured wine in each glass. She placed a sort of experimental truth serum in one of the glasses before walking back to the main room as the scent filled her lungs yet again.
On the bed, the two were already kissing passionately as soft moans escaped their lips. Poison couldn't help but feel a little jealous of both of them.
"Ahem." She cleared her throat as the two stopped the torrid kissing. "I have brought some drink as Father Jack would say!"
"Oh good!" Morrigan said as Poison handed her the spiked glass of wine. She drank immediately. "That's good wine." She uttered as Dick fired up the xbox hooked up to the flatscreen. The three set themselves up a game of cooperative Halo. Poison and Dick used guest accounts and soon they were fully in the action of the game, firing needlers and slashing energy blades in the science fiction FPS.
"You know, the Halo universe is real, right?" Asked Morrigan.
"I'm well aware, the foundation knows a lot about the multiverse." Dick replied, still stiff.
"I bet Master Chief is a total hunk. Too bad we never see his face."
It was difficult to resist her, everything about the succubus seemed designed to maximise arousal. As the three played, Poison couldn't help but become allured by her, even her Scottish accent served only to increase her appeal. The sounds of which, tingled her ears like a massage, the kind that gets racier as it goes on. Eventually, the conversation turned to the so-called children.
"You know what really pisses me off about them?" Morrigan began her rant. "The fact that despite their distaste for magic, civilisation and technology, they still use all three in their hideous quest to destroy them all. I mean, one of their worst members wrote an online manifesto, then tried to hack into internet servers to make it go viral. Didn't fucking work, thankfully."
"Damn!" Replied Dick. "What was the manifesto called?"
"If you're planning on looking it up, don't. It'll only ruin your day."
"It was Unabomber, wasn't it?"
"No! It was worse than Unabomber, some complete bitch wrote it, The Primal Killer Manifesto it was called. She hid it on the dark net. Shit! I've said too much, haven't I!"
"A serial killer wrote it?"
"No, it was some bitch named Karan! With two As apparently. Fuck! You guys spiked my drink with truth serum, didn't you?" Despite her words, Morrigan didn't sound angry, in fact she giggled when she realised how much info she had just divulged.
"I shall neither confirm nor deny." Said Dick.
"Ok then, I guess you ought to know that she spilt her 'plan' to use bioweapons to destroy civilisation! Fucking hypocrites, like I said."
"Wait, so has she killed anyone then?"
"Not yet, she is certainly planning to though."
"Like, all of humanity?"
"No, it's worse, she want to kill almost all of humanity and leave the rest to nature."
"What kind of bioweapons does she want to use?" Poison asked as she killed another enemy in the game.
"An inactivated disease, spread across the entire human race with a ninety-nine per cent fatality rate. Since they actually use magic despite hating it, they can use spells to cloak the disease, then activate it all at once. End of civilisation near instantly."
Poison felt her stomach churn at the thought.
"What kind of disease?" She asked.
"Well, I don't know that! That's one of the few things she didn't fully explain in her deranged ramblings." Morrigan looked in Poison's eyes with a sympathetic expression. "You look a little shook, can I kiss it better?" She winked and blew a kiss.
Poison realised that she was shaking, and taking shallow breaths, maybe a kiss really would make it better, or maybe it was just the charm of the green haired succubus seducing her. She had no time to choose as Morrigan planted her soft lips against hers. The sweet taste of strawberry consumed her senses as the tension in her body subsided, replaced with bliss. She moaned softly in sheer joy.
"Fuck yes!" Morrigan exclaimed as she released her grip on Poison's lips. "You are gorgeous, you know that?"
"She's not wrong!" Dick said.
"You're biased!" Poison insisted, blushing.
"And yet, I am not." Morrigan giggled as she spoke.
The three continued playing Halo, though it was difficult for Poison to stop thinking about the children of the savannah. Their ideology scared her in ways that she couldn't fully articulate to herself. Not even the sensuous delights of the succubus or the soft belly of her husky lover could fully soothe her anxieties.
When it was finally time to leave, as the two were about the leave the domain of the Scottish beauty, she turned to face them, sitting at the end of her heart shaped bed with an expression of seriousness in her eyes.
"You know, I'm fully aware that you spiked my drink with that experimental truth serum. I drank because I lacked the courage to grant you the information that you, and by extension the foundation, vitally need. I fucking despise the Children of the Savannah. Not just cause they tried to kill me but because their entire worldview glorifies the kind of misery that I cannot stand, not since my friendship with Felicia and her untimely passing at their, blood soaked hands. Please, for the love of all things good, destroy those unspeakable monsters. Rid humanity, demon kind and all sentient life from their destructive doctrines and hideous ideals. Take great pleasure in their destruction and sleep soundly once you have done."
Her eyes turned yellow as she spoke, with an aura of red, furious rage radiating from her curvaceous body. Bat-like wings shot forth from her back, an image that incited courage in the anxious Poison. As they left, Dick grabbed the recorders and pulled them off the walls just outside the door.
"Less than twenty minutes left of recording time, were we really with her that long?" He asked.
"Doesn't matter." Poison replied. "What matters is the information we've got a hold of. I hope it will be of utmost use to the foundation."
"They'll have to wade through a lot of shit of us just bantering though."
"I doubt it'll be of much trouble to them, to be completely honest."