Hello, again!
First and foremost, don't expect as many updates as my other stories. Got enough of them as is, so this one is more 'If I got an idea for an update, I'll try and put it up.' If you want sex, futas, or seeming lack of public decency, while having semi-constant updates, check out 'Were'mon.' If I manage to get a few chapters done pretty quickly, then you got more to read, but if I don't then tough luck.
Doesn't mean I won't take ideas to help speed things along.
This time, I'll be showing parts of how certain characters end up joining Morgana's forces. Particularly (in reverse order): Hermione Granger, Fem Doomsday, Harley Quinn. Sirius Black, Bellatrix Lestrange, and Narcissa Malfoy will probably wait until sometime after Ginny and Luna.
Don't own Harry Potter.
Rising forces.
Harley Quinn – (age 9 Morgana):
"Mmm...wh...wha?" a young woman mumbled groggily, as she woke up from unconsciousness. But once she heard the next couple of words come out of her mouth, she snapped awake. "Mr. J?"
It was at least a couple of months since she became the criminal known as Harley Quin, and subsequently saying things like 'Mr.' instead of 'Mistah.' She knew something was definitely wrong if she was using her original speech patterns. Her growing fear jumped at seeing the state she was in.
The costume Mr. J gave her was in tatters, barely covering her. She was pretty sure her makeup was either a mess or plain out gone. And finally, she was restrained like a sinister lab experiment, made even more apparent by the lacking light, stone walls, and metal restraints. All of it led to one conclusion-
"About time you awoke. Though, for the record, your currently still a virgin."
-whoever had knocked her out while she and Mr. J were creating some 'smiles' had taken her hostage. And judging from both the place they were in, and the fact that time out with Mr. J was supposed to be her debut, her captor, who sounds like a little girl for some reason, wasn't connected to really anyone from Gotham. Such as-
"I do have a quick question. What exactly did you see in a guy a clearly gay suit, while wearing makeup, and has a major obsession with another guy that clearly has issues? Seeing as he dresses up as a bat."
-now the voice was getting on her nerves. "Just who do you think you are, insulting Mr. J?!" she cried. But she was shocked into silence once more as her captor said "That was rhetorical, Harleen." and revealed her form as the table she was stuck to lifted her to see properly.
Despite the seeming lack of contact with the outside world, ever since she went to live in a floating castle, Morgana hasn't let that stop her from seeing what the world had to offer. Of course, that included the corruption and terror the people of Gotham City face. Sure, the Batman has started making a distinct difference there, but she felt he was holding back in some way more than just childhood trauma. It got her even more concerned when people such as the Joker started showing up. What got her attention was just how the clown had created Harley Quin via a concussion and a conveniently placed vat of toxic waste that should not be at an asylum.
It also benefited her body greatly. Standing above average in height for a 9-year-old girl, with vibrant crimson hair, shining green eyes, toned muscles, and a tan to die for, she was quite beautiful to Harley. But once Harley took a look at her clothing did she take a sharp breath, and realize that the child before her wasn't an ordinary one. Even child prostitution rings didn't have their 'employees' wearing a dark blue cloth around the chest, dark green form-fitting mini-shorts, black fingerless gloves and boots. Combined with her somewhat smirking expression and the fact she wasn't wearing anything else - Harley could clearly see Morgana's lower region through the shorts – declared one thing.
Morgana was sexy, knew it, and wasn't afraid to show it. And powerful to boot.
Morgana then said "Whatever the case with the Joker and Batman, I wasn't about to let a pretty little thing such as yourself stay with that crazy ass gay clown. Especially when he forced you to become this for his own amusement. You-" "YOU LIAR!" But she was cut off by Harley vehemently denying what Morgana was saying about the Joker. Sighing, she said "Figures." then sent a blast of magic at Harley.
"Ah!" the blonde cried out, taken by surprise by Morgana's spell resonating and stimulating her body. What is this?! Next thing she knew, the table and restraints were replaced by open air and energy as she was rendered spread-eagle while facing the girl. She would've gasped if she could as she saw Morgana lower her shorts enough to completely show slightly puffed, but still cute, lower lips, then brought a hand down and start pumping three in and out in front of her. All the while, said fingers were glowing from concentrated magic.
"I rather wished this wasn't needed to snap you out of the clusterfuck the Joker put your mind in," Morgana said, a little bit mockingly. She then pulled her fingers out, and right behind it was easily a 5 inch cock coming out of her! "but it looks like I might need a bit more force."
Next thing Harley knew, she was re-positioned so that her own region was open to Morgana, and the mental-case-mind-break began.
*****This time, it may seem like rape, but because of how magic tends to vary and Harley/Joker usually being completely insane, Morgana's just using sex-based magic to turn Harley back into Harleen. She'll still be crazy at times, but no Joker-style crazy.*****
Morgana bent over Harley, grabbing a hold of what little clothing was left, then ripping it off as her own clothes disappeared. She then got on top of Harley, her magic cock poised at Harley's mouth, who couldn't do anything as her mouth seemingly opened on its own, allowing access. She was still holding onto the 'hope' of Mr. J finding and rescuing her. But that 'hope' wasn't gonna last long if Morgana had anything to say about it. Starting with pumping her cock in Harley's throat, while her own tongue transformed and pumped into Harley's pussy. Her hands went to work on Harley's ass, roughly groping her cheeks.
Harley was surprised that she could still breath with Morgana's cock still in her mouth. But she was still crying some at what she was experiencing. Even as a psycho, she hated rape! However... as it went on... a part of her started thinking otherwise. The insanity instilled by the Joker was starting to lose hold, allowing to slowly see the situation in a clearer light. It just took a few minutes before it was any substantial work, seeing as it was only when the pair let loose their respective orgasms that it was enough. But what the orgasms awakened in her got both her sane and insane side pissed off.
The Joker had drugged her, gave her a concussion, RAPED HER, and then dropped her in the toxic waste!
"I see you noticed." Morgana said as she got off of Harley. "What exactly the Joker did to you?"
"Yes!" growled Harley through her tears. "That bastard! I trusted him!"
"Didn't like people like him before this life, still don't like them now." said Morgana before smirking. "I can make it so that you can eventually take your revenge, but you are going to have to swear yourself to me first."
Harley raised an eyebrow at that. That was all the girl was asking? Serve her, and she can set up Joker for her? However, she still had to ask "Why should I? I could always end up taking care of him myself."
"True." was the reply as Morgana started playing with Harley's body alongside planting kisses all over, getting some impressive moans from the blonde. "But I can give you a few advantages over him, such as magic," cue nipple play "superhuman body," cue finger fucking. "or even shape-shifting to make him your personal toy for a while." cue French-kiss. "If you so desire, of course. In the meantime, though, I have need of an army for a personal matter of my own. The details can wait until after you accept."
Even without the stimulation, Harley understood just why the girl said the deal like she did. It would be a lot more satisfying if she had some sort of ability to help her, like she said. After a little muddled thought, she couldn't figure out any sort of reason not to take it. Let alone the fact that Morgana was a natural at pleasing a girl. "I'm in."
This time Morgana gave her a true, yet still dangerous, smile as she positioned her cock at Harley's pussy. "Good girl. By the way, my name is Morgana Potter, but you can call me by my original name." Just before she thrust in, she told Harley who she truly was. "Morgana le Fay."
Harley could scarcely believe what she heard. This kid called herself Morgana le Fay, reborn! THE Morgana! The most famous witch in history! But considering how she was feeling as Morgana pounded away inside her, she certainly wasn't complaining. The blonde didn't even register the room changing to her on a large, round bed covered in red silk, with lilac pillows and transparent curtains, all surrounded by lavender- and cream-scented candles.
Morgana is only truly dangerous towards the ones against her, but in regards to her own, they'll be treated as either human beings or royalty. Various actions may determine which it is.
It was about an hour before Morgana had finally finished claiming Harley as hers. And Harley was a mess because of it, for cum was all over her. Harley didn't notice a thing as the candles, silk, and pounding lulled her to sleep pretty quickly, leaving her at the mercy of Morgana fucking her ass, tits, and then just really masturbated in various ways on her. But because it was created by magic, the cum sunk through Harley's skin and hair, giving her a shine and tone that enhanced her to perfection.
"I daresay she'll be surprised with how she no longer needs anything like a bra to keep her supple breasts and butt from sagging for the rest of her life." Morgana mused before yawning. "But that can wait until morning." She then brought the two up to rest on the pillows. Cuddling up to Harley, her cock withdrew into non-existence as she closed her eyes and thought to herself. Sleep well, my jester general, for the real fun has yet to come.
Doomsday (female clone) part 1 – (age 10 Morgana):
Even with no one really around, the place was a mess. Fire, rubble, bent metal, nothing was left untouched in the battle. But Clark had more important things to deal with, such as fending off Luthor's creation, Doomsday. However, only the Kryptonite spear created by Batman could kill the monster. Thankfully, with some help from his love, Lois Lane, he was able to retrieve it. As he flew straight at the monster - which was currently tied up by a raven-haired warrior women that idly reminded him of the mythological Amazons, and poisoned by Kryptonite gas from Batman - spear point first, he cried out in determination, ready to sacrifice his own life for the lives of the others. But something strange happened just as he stabbed Doomsday in the chest.
A silhouette of a woman appeared above and behind Doomsday, seeming to be holding a large object in above her head. Hard to tell with the energy dancing across Doomsday's body and the clouds of dust hanging around in the air. But he was able to get a clearer picture a little bit later, seeing as when the Amazon women's hold slipped, the hidden person slammed the object down on the monster's head, revealing it to be a giant wooden hammer. Which had enough force behind it to slam the monster flat on the ground, breaking the Kryptonite tip inside of it.
Unfortunately stuck under the body, Clark saw some of the finer details about the new face. Blonde hair in pigtails, mischevious stormy blue eyes barely showing from the fire, and wearing a red-with-black-trim corset that showed her midriff and half of her chest and black-with-red-trim hip-hugging pants, and finally plain dark blue fingerless gloves.
"Whew." she said as she hefted her hammer onto her shoulder. "Glad I made it in time. Now then." She then pressed something the the handle of the hammer, which transformed into a chainsaw that she grabbed with both hands. "Time for My Lady's sample."
"Excuse me." Clark grunted, tired and still feeling a bit of the Kryptonite affecting him.
"Huh?" she said, stopping what she was about to do and looked around. Noticing Clark still under the body, she exclaimed. "Oooohhh! Sorry, there. Didn't quite see you under Big Bad here. Just a sec." Tossing the chainsaw to the side, she then grabbed a hold of Doomsday and pulled it off of Clark.
Backing up a bit, primarily to lessen the effects of the Kryptonite, he told her. "Thanks, but, who are you?"
"Harley Quin." said Batman, cutting off a now pouting Harley. "Former psychologist turned maniac by the Joker, but disappeared nearly a year ago."
Harley reluctantly acquiesced to Batman. "True, but like you said, I disappeared nearly a year ago. Now I work for the one who managed to get me away from that bastard. I would tell you how My Lady is, but she wanted the honor herself. So just find the floating castle and you can meet with her if you want."
"Okay?" Clark said, somewhat confused about this whole ordeal. "And what about the chainsaw?"
Harley gasped. "Oh yeah! The sample for My Lady!" Quickly grabbing the chainsaw, she started it up before running it clean through Doomsday's arm! Once she was done, she somehow managed to turn the chainsaw into a simple block that she placed in a too small pants pocket! She then picked up the piece she cut off without effort, then pulled out a small device as she turned to the three and said. "Thanks for reminding me. My Lady had gotten a crazy idea to make a clone of Big Bad here, with a few tweaks, to join My Lady's army. I sure hope she makes it female, it'd be interesting to taste alien/monster pussy. Now if you'll excuse me, you might want to do somethine about the rest." She disappeared before their eyes as they maintained blushes, including Batman, at what Harley said. However, Batman also registered what Harley said about 'My Lady's army.'
I'll need to see just what this Lady is all about, because raising an army is usually anything but good.
Let's just say that the only person that didn't like the encounter was Morgana, despite the fact that Harley ended up naked, tied and gagged, and with a max-set steampunk style machine vibrating and pounding in both her pussy and ass at the same time.
Harley certainly thought it was worth it.
Hermione Granger – (age 12 Morgana):
I wonder what exactly is taking Hogwarts so long to send that letter. Thought Morgana while taking a walk around suburban London at about 8:45 at night. It should've showed up a couple of years ago.
It's been nearly seven years since she killed the Dursleys, nearly three since Harley started people joining her, nearly two since she started the process of creating her own Doomsday copy, and nearly one when her acceptance letter should've arrived. At least according to what she heard from some of her recruits that had went to Hogwarts before.
However, she didn't quite dwell on it all that much, seeing as Why* is she suddenly smelling tiger a lot like the original werewolf- before Mordred cursed them to spite his daughter- Hunter? A weretiger? When did that happen?
Further investigation, via magic, revealed a young girl, about her age, in a nearby house. And boy did Morgana like what she saw. Reddish-brown hair, chocolate eyes, and a cute and perky set of tits and butt, with a little hair right above her lower lips to finish. Her current clothing got Morgana's own tits to hardened a bit, as it was matching white bra and panties under a see-through nightie.
However, the girl was covered with an illusion, which hid a figure about a size or two smaller than Harley, but in the form of a were-tiger with red-with-a-hint-of-brown hair, green eyes, and black claws. This, as well as how the room was pretty much filled with nothing but books, set Morgana off some.
Clearly, thought Morgana. she's never had life, so she lives through books. No wonder she's hiding her true appearance at what apparently is her own home. What about her parents?
Directing herself away from the girl, she looked around the house. It was the girl's father that gave her an idea on how to make a connection to the girl. She just needed to make a quick call.
"Harley. It's me. Remember that one guy that showed up about a week or so ago, Dan Granger? It seems his daughter might be of use to us, not to mention she and his wife are pretty hot. What say you about us visiting them tomorrow for a chat?"
Knock, knock. "Hang on a moment."
The Granger family of three were just having breakfast on a Saturday morning when they heard someone at the door. None of them really knew who it was, at least until Dan opened the door and saw Morgana and Harley waiting. Surprised by them, but thankful they didn't have outfits similar to last time he met, he said. "Morgana? Harley? What are you doing here?"
"Hello, Dan." said Morgana. "Mind if we come in for a moment? It'd be best to explain things with your family attending as well."
Getting a little suspicious, but not enough for paranoia, he let the pair in to the sitting room, asking them to wait little for him and his family to finish their breakfast.
Once all five were in the sitting room, Dan asked "So, what brings you two here?"
"To try and help calm you down, I'll first be saying this." said Morgana, smiling. "No wonder you didn't bring any of your family with you last time, what with these two tigers."
That got Harley laughing, Dan gaping, and his wife and daughter sputtering and blushing. But it did the trick, since Dan was trying to wrap his head around the blatant comment, making it hard for him to stay suspicious.
She then turned serious. "Although the biggest part of why we're is is because is because of the literal were-tiger currently among us." Dan's daughter paled upon hearing that.
"You don't have to worry about us, dear." Harley quickly told her. "Especially when My Lady here was the one that created the original werewolf."
Explaining the whole story behind that, Morgana could see that the Granger family were starting to trust them. However, she knew that it was going to take at least a bit more convincing to get the girl, Hermione Granger, on board. Thankfully she did have an idea. She just had to run it by them first.
Getting there attention, she said "I think I have an idea that would probably help you feel comfortable in your tiger form. At least around us." Seeing their faces, she explained. "I could always come back later and give you a massage, Hermione. I honestly don't recall how many times it's helped."
In the end, it was decided that Morgana would come back later to help Hermione feel okay in her were-tiger form. In the meantime, Harley would entertain Dan and his wife Emma in the meantime, although Morgana did make sure to order Harley to keep it simple. As in "All clothes are to stay on, Harley! At least wait until they decide to bring you in, got it?"
"You guys ready?" Morgana asked. "Thankfully Harley's kept her word. If you're willing, she'll be taking you to a night at Chez Bruce."
Dan and Emma were shocked. Chez Bruce was one of the higher end restaurants in London, if not England. One can't just eat a meal there without at least a reservation! And they only really had a couple of hours before they invited the couple to there! "But wha-"
"Jane here's actually training to be a masseuse, so she's here to learn a thing or two." explained Morgana. "That, and she's a pretty big cat person, so she's more likely to squeal at Hermione than fall back."
Morgana was correct, because upon realizing just what she was implying, the blonde-haired 18-year-old quietly squealed and said "We're really giving a massage to a cat-girl?! Oh, I can't believe this is happening!?"
Morgana chuckled. "Easy, girl, you don't want to spook her. We do need to get her okay with that form in the first place, and fangirls aren't going to help" Sheepishly, Jane quieted down, then the pair went to the sitting room where Hermione was waiting, Harley led Dan and Emma to their meal.
Wearing simple grey sweats, Hermione was still nervous about the whole thing. Even adding the fact that she was what was known as a muggleborn witch in a pretty prejudiced society, her life was pretty simple. Do Ron's homework, do good in classes, stay silent about any problems, and keep magic a secret from those not in the know. Becoming part cat just really required a few tweaks to make work. But then this one girl comes in with an apparently reformed criminal, and somehow instantly knows the truth about her! Let alone the fact that for some reason, it was A BLOODY TIGER THAT SHE BECAME!
And she brought a woman to help with the massage that's supposed to help her as well. Hermione already has enough problems to deal with. But one thing she couldn't quite figure was Morgana herself. From what she saw, Morgana was Morgana Potter, The-Girl-Who-Lived-And-Missing-For-Years. But from just the first meeting, Hermione could tell that Morgana wasn't anything like the stories. Made even more apparent by the fact that she returned in black slippers, a purple skirt and a red midriff shirt that looped around her neck and once around the middle of her back.
Clearly, Morgana's not going to follow anyone.
"Okay, here's how this will go." said Morgana as she turned the couch into a massage bed. "For maximum efficiency,-" She then dispelled Hermione's glamour, getting Jane to gasp and squeal while Hermione tried to hide her form. "oh will you calm down, you look gorgeous- you'll be staying like that. As well as completely naked. While on the bed, I'll the one doing the main massage while Jane will help when I say so. Any questions?" Getting a shake of the head, she then said. "Then strip, or would you like us to do it?"
Blushing, Hermione quickly proceeded to take off her clothes in front of the two, thankful that Hogwarts desensitized her to being naked around girls near her own age. Unfortunately, for her, none of her dorm-mates were really interested in other girls, so she had trouble handling Morgana and Jade, who were clearly interested in her like that.
Whistling, Morgana said while Jane whimpered a little in arousal. "Dang girl, why you hiding that tasty bod? You definitely don't have anything to be shy about." Hermione's blush got even worse. "Now up you get. Onto the bed, and on your stomach to begin." Once the girl was on the bed, Morgana simply said "Now we can begin. Jane, ears."
*****Morgana, Hermione, and FC (Filler Character – Jane. She's also in standard white massage scrubs. Also, groaning/moaning while talking WON'T happen.)*****
"Yes, ma'am." said Jane, walking around the bed to Hermione's head and started lightly scratched her on the ears, eliciting some purring to come from the girl. Meanwhile, Morgana went to Hermione's shoulder, poured a bit of oil on her hands, and started gently kneading them. Hermione moaned from how well the pair were making her feel, and they were just starting. She ended up not noticing when Morgana started moving down her back, and then to her sides. All she did when Morgana rubbed the side of her breasts was a quick gasp, but otherwise nothing.
Once Hermione was good and lulled, Morgana had Jade quickly strip and then start on Hermione's feet, moving up her body. Once she was working on the legs, Morgana made short work of her own clothes, then joined her on Hermione's legs. It was when they went over to her tail and butt that Hermione finally started to get what the pair were doing. Mainly because she experienced her first ever orgasm from their ministrations on her tail.
"W-w-w-w-wha-" "Shhh, Hermione. Don't worry, the pleasure is only beginning. Let's flip you over so that we can continue." Still dazed from the pleasure, Hermione didn't resist being turned onto her back, but she still blushed at the naked forms Morgana and Jane, who was drooling at her own form. But before she could try again to protest, Jane occupied her lips with her own as Morgana worked her fingers into Hermione's other set of lips.
"Jane, would you mind moving to her chest?" asked Morgana. "I do have a few questions for her."
"Yes, My Lady." said Jane as she stopped kissing Hermione and started sucking on her tits.
To temporarily let up, Morgana stopped fingering Hermione and moved up to make it easier.
"First off, might I ask how you became a tiger-girl to begin with?" The resulting answer somewhat shocked Morgana. Hogwarts was a mess! A BLOODY MESS! And to matters worse, one of Gwendolyn's spawn was the current Headmaster! No wonder Morgana didn't get a letter from their, if one of her sworn enemies was in charge of the school.
Further questions revealed Hermione's lack of friends, verbal abuse from her classmate Ron Weasley, and her being top of her class. Among other things.
Morgana smiled at Jane. "Looks like we got ourselves a cat among rats here. Sexy and smart." She then started nibbling some on Hermione's neck while returning her fingers back to the girls pussy. "And quite a wet one at that." She then went silent, allowing Hermione to be the only one moaning her head off. After a bit, Jane finished with Hermione's tits and started nibbling a bit on the girl's G-Spot, cracking Hermione's resolve and getting her to climax all over Morgana's fingers and a little bit of Jane own tits. But before Jane could taste any of it, Morgana stopped her. "Why don't we let our sweet little kitty here have the first taste of the milk?" She placed her fingers in front of Hermione's mouth, who absentmindedly reached up and sucked them clean, enjoying the taste of herself.
Getting up on all fours, she playfully growled as she turned to face Jane's cum-covered breast, not really caring as her animal side took command of her body and mind nor Morgana changing the bed back into the couch it originally was, with Jane laying on it underneath Hermione. Coincidentally, she was also rubbing her pussy over the blonde's own, allowing Morgana to use magic to split her tongue in two longer ones. One for each girl, while Morgana's fingers pumped away in her own.
"Reowr!" cried Hermione as the onslaught intensified. She was amazed at how she was feeling with the two. Why did I ever believe those idiots in thinking my cat side was bad? The things these girls, especially Morgana, can do, there's just no way to describe it. I just hope Mum and Dad are okay with my choices.
A half hour later, the three girls finally climaxed together. Hermione could barely stay awake afterwards, but was still able to have a proper conversation with Morgana as Jane went on her way back to her own home, courtesy of Morgana's magic. Which also gave Hermione a starting point with her questions.
"How exactly are you so good with your magic?"
"The simplest way to explain that is with my original name, before I was born as Potter." said Morgana. "It was le Fay. Yes, I'm Morgana le Fay, reborn. And my magic power's only gotten stronger ever since. Now there are a few things you should know." She then started to explain to the cat-girl about how she was betrayed by her Headmaster's ancestor, Gwendolyn, alongside Slytherin, how she was reborn, how she was getting ready to fight whatever army either line brought against her, and how she actually cares about people unlike their lines. Needless to say, Hermione was quite willing to join after the whole situation was explained to her properly. But she didn't like having to pretend otherwise until Morgana was able to actively join her at Hogwarts.
Reluctantly accepting the condition, Morgana promised Hermione that she was welcome to visit, or ask if Morgana was willing to come over to do whatever she wanted. She even promised to get the Prime Minister to keep people off her back in case Morgana called her in for an assignment around town.
"But once we reunite at Hogwarts, the mask stays off." Morgana told her as she redressed the two. "But for the time being, rest. I'll be here until your parents get back, and tomorrow, we can begin your training."
About an hour and a half later, Harley returned with Dan and Emma, clearly having had a good time together. Harley had explained what was going on, and how Hermione could be an integral part of it. Arriving back home, and seeing their daughter as a cat-girl wearing dark blue biker shorts and midriff vest with a pretty sizable diamond-shaped opening, exposing her cleavage, cuddling with Morgana on the couch with a bit of a shine to her fur, clinched the deal in their eyes.
The Granger family was joining Morgan in the fight against her enemies.
*****Basically, for Hermione's appearance, look up Base Form Tigra from Marvel: Avengers Academy. Simplest way to describe it.*****
Doomsday (female clone) part 2 – (age 12 Morgana)
Once again, I really wish that My Lady allowed a more technological design for the castle. A man thought as he made his way through Morgana's castle, which people have started calling "The Family Menagerie," with a message for Morgana from the labs. Although I certainly hope that she's not with one of her girls like last time.
As it turned out, the castle Morgana 'created' was actually the Camelot returned to the world. However, she did a few 'modifications,' otherwise known as one part becoming a bar/grill with a job board, one part becoming a 'training grounds' (Library/dojo), and the biggest part turning into a combo living quarters and strip club/brothel. But the key difference is that most of the employees of the club were either non-human females, or females that were once human but got a sort of 'boost' from Morgana. Granted, there is still a few humans, like Harley, living there, but the rest were mermaids, werewolves, etc. There were even underage girls as well, but they were either orphans or had permission. What made it called 'The Family Menagerie' was the special discounts Morgana gives to committed couples, especially those that have kids but don't have a baby sitter available, despite the lack of activities for most of the younger generation (like an arcade). Also, if said children needed to speak to their parents while said parents were in the club section, special collars made it so that they couldn't even see any of what was really going on in there.
Even if Morgana didn't care about morality all that much, she wasn't about to antagonize people that would be part of her eventual army. If she can help it, at least.
Unfortunately, for the messenger, Morgana was 'breaking in' a few of the younger new recruits for her club. A couple of magic clones were either getting sucked or pounding away at a 16-year-old girl from Africa and a 13-year-old girl from Asia, while the real Morgana had a 9-year-old girl from South America riding her now 7 ½ inch cock. And all three girls were facing the door.
One other thing to mention about the castle: Morgana had installed doors to virtually anywhere on the planet, so that she didn't have to stick with just the UK.
Oh, great. The man thought as he attempted to keep himself calm enough to deliver the message with a straight face. He wasn't succeeding all that much, until every last girl in the room, clone or otherwise, climaxed and the new girls nodded off as they were carried away to be returned home until it is their shift to work.
"You're doing this on purpose, aren't you My Lady?" he deadpanned after she sat up to address him, still completely naked. All he got was her smirking at him, causing him to groan. "At any rate, I have a message from the labs." Turning serious, he said. "The Project is awake, however, there is a problem. It's calling itself Lily Potter, and asking for you."
That caught Morgana off guard. Standing up, she summoned her standard green dress outfit, and solemnly ordered the man. "Take me there now."
Arriving at the labs, located underneath the damaged home of the Potters in Godric's Hollow, Morgana ordered the scientists currently working there to let her through to the Project, aka the clone of Doomsday she was planning on making. Unlike the original Doomsday, not only was this one female, but also partly human, giving the clone increased control, increased intelligence, and a better appearance. Among other things, but it was certain details that alerted Morgana to the possibility that Lily was indeed inside it.
Red hair, green eyes, and a energy signature similar to her own, the clone was currently wearing a standard set of gray bra and shorts usually expected on women undergoing some sort of experimental procedure. It, or rather she, apparently, was also attempting to rampage, wanting to know just what was going on.
"WHAT DID YOU DO TO ME?!"
As well as what they did to her current body, which had Doomsday's spikes in various places to maintain a form that is both beautiful and deadly. With a bit of a dark gray tint to her skin, bone plating on her knuckles and joints, and muscles ready to rip the metal restraining her to shreds, but didn't quite realize that they were reinforced with magic. So she wasn't quite getting out anytime soon.
Silencing her, Morgana directed her creation to herself as she said. "If you would calm down, we'd be able to gain an understanding about all this, because even I stay away from breaking the barrier between life and death. Make a window to talk through, yes. Bring back the dead, no. So, to start off, why don't you tell us what you know about Halloween night in Godric's Hollow, 11 years ago."
If her thoughts were correct, then the reborn le Fay's mother had somehow been reborn herself in the body of Doomsday's clone. And the best way to determine that was by asking about the day she died. And when she started hearing in exact detail about then, she knew. She just had one small problem after the description was done.
"How are we to do this, because even with you reborn, your in a body unrelated to mine, so should 'Mom' be genuine or more of a pet name."
Lily gasped, then started tearing up at that. Her daughter was right there in front of her. She didn't care about not being biologically related to her daughter anymore, she can still be there to take care of her. Or at least be there for her. So once she felt the restraints open, and saw Morgana open her arms some, she ran over and hugged the girl. "I don't care. One of my greatest dreams was to raise a family. I thought Voldemort had taken that chance from me for good."
Even though she had experienced a lot more than Lily, and as such shouldn't be affected all that much, Morgana still felt herself starting to cry at how she got a second chance with a mother.
After a while, the two calm down enough for Morgana to lead her back to her castle, surprising Lily with how the labs were under Godric's Hollow, and mind-blown by her main job as owner of a 'night club.' But she was especially angered by what Dumbledore had done ever since her death, showing just why she named her daughter Morgana.
However, upon arriving at the castle, Morgana saw the newcomers and deadpanned. "Really, you kids are attempting to rob me, of all people?"
* - an actual thought from Morgana wasn't needed.
The lemons weren't quite all that good, in my opinion, mainly to show that Morgana wasn't going for finesse. With Harley, she was breaking her from the Joker's control. With Hermione, she needed confidence, which was helped better by pleasure than finesse. That, and she somewhat prefers to leave the really intimate times for actual couples, like Dan and Emma.
Also, unless someone requests otherwise, their will be a few differences between this and my other story 'Were'mon.'
Lowest age she'll be with is 9-years-old, unless she uses a de-aging spell on herself. Then it'll be either 5 or 6.
Harley, Hermione, and Lily are going to be some of the main group, but that doesn't mean others like Poison Ivy won't end up joining the group over the years. I just most likely won't be showing their acceptance moments.
Unless something needs to be identified (i.e. Filler Character Jane), the only ID for lemons/limes with be bold letters at the start and finished.
If she wants to get her point across quickly and effectively, Morgana will humiliate the other person in public (Example: Ron and Draco – they might end masturbating in the Great Hall, then jump each other there as well.). However, for the most part, she'll be doing with with just the ones that make her angry enough to force the issue.
Harley's outfit during Doomsday part 1 is, best I recall, and version of her Batman: Arkham series outfit. Only a bit more liberal in comparison, and without the make-up. While her hammer was just enhanced by magic into a Swiss Army Knife, basically.
Characters such as Jane and the three girls are just Filler Characters. They won't play any big aspect of the story except when I need a role filled that none of the main characters can fill.
Until next time. Please let me know what you think.