Before I begin, I wanted to thank again everyone who has read and review the first chapter. It was my goal to make a story that wasn't just about monstergirls being immediately victorious in their conquest of men, and it is my continuing goal to deliver that kind of story. I hope you enjoy what I have so far.
Final note: I don't MGE, monstergirls as a concept, I'm just an avid fan.
Years Earlier -
An idle breeze passed under the wings of Morgana Trexin. She tilted in the air slightly, the draft making her wobble on the air before righting herself. Her tail whipped lazily behind her as she glided slowly down to the earth below. She had been out on another flight as she always did around this time of day, when the warm sun was high above her and her view of the horizon clear. It was at this time she felt at truest peace, or at the very least content. It had been many years since the change from her old demonic self to her new form, and ever since that change she relished the feeling of the sun on her skin, as opposed to the dark depths of the earth as she once did.
Morgana had walked this years for many years, yet still retained the looks of her youth, and to one who didn't know she was voluptuous, bombshell twenty something, when the real number was many decades more than that. She had lived long enough to see her wings begin to fade their normal dark black to a tinge of white on the tips as if dipped in a cloud. Even the tips of her hair had begun to fade from their lucious black silky color to the smooth, pasty white that she had grown to love. It would worry any other woman to see white in her hair, but not Morgana. She was becoming the most powerful of her race; an Elder Demon. Soon her power and demonic energy would rival that of any demon lord past or present. But this power would aid her in her ultimate goal, and of a conquest greater than any land or nation that the current Demon Lord controlled.
Far below her, a young boy sat alone.
Perfect...she thought to herself. She banked left, and began a slow circling around the area he sat, waving a hand in a lazy fashion to engage in a concealing spell. She glided down to earth, seen by no one, her eyes locked onto the young man by himself like a vulture on a fresh corpse. Morgana had seen this boy a few times before, always alone, always downcast. She never understood why he was alone. He did not seem so out of place, so lost that others were repelled by him. Yet even she felt drawn to him. She noticed it the first day she say him a few months ago. She had landed then, as she just did now, touching down to see the many human children at play. She noticed one creature that stood out, the Kikimori that had joined the fun. Odd that a monster child would be allowed amongst humans, but she knew the happenings of the world. There was a sense of pride in her as Morgana watched the avian-dog-girl running with yellow ribbons in her hair; she represented the promise of peace between monster and human. Her kind had finally won a way into the lives of the world of men, and so the wars and delusions were done away with. Now all the world would know the love that her kind held for man, and man would revel in it.
So at long last, as she had waited patiently for many years, she would have that corner of bliss all her own. Her object of affection was no more a few meters away from her. Children ran all around her, happy at play but oblivious to her. Thanks to her many years of practice, her magics allowed her such freedom to never have her presence noticed, even if one of these precious children bumped into her invisible form. She was like the breeze, felt only when she wished to move, and they would move right through her. Slowly she moved towards the boy she had taken notice of a few weeks ago. She could hardly believe she had gotten this close to him She knew humans were skittish, and needed either a firm hand or gentle caress to lead them to carnal bliss. But so long as the boy was under her gaze, and hers alone, she could wait. She had learned patience a thousand times over in her life.
Less than a few feet away now. The boy she had seen while flying one day was sitting on a slide by himself, watching other children play. A curious, slightly heartbreaking display to Morgana, and she slowly her pace for a moment to observe him closely. He had not moved up from the slide to continue hsi fun, and his slump in the shoulders and head slightly downcast made the sight rather pitiful. The brown, slightly wavy hair cropping the young lads head obscured her view of his face, but the aura coming off him was strong, one of sadness.
Her heart went out to the boy, she even felt the slightest impulse to move her hand to rest on his shoulder, but she held back. He had been playing a few weeks ago, happy and jubilant with his peers. He was simply the picture of youth, and now to seem him in such a state. Morgana felt a strong urge to comfort, to hold him to her breast and whisper her love to him as her mother had done. How she craved to reach out to him. Doing so went against her promise she made to wait, to watch him grow and see if he was a worthy man for her liking.
Suddenly his arm moved from its side, raised to his face and swiping at something. Morgana's heart cried out to act as she saw what had to be the moisture of tears on the back of his arm. She had taken the last few steps to close the distance and arm outstretched, her hand just about to land on his shoulder. She froze in place as he suddenly stood up, and began walking in the direction of the children playing in the large field next to the playground. His pace was steady and strong, filled with purpose.
Morgana fell back a few feet but matched his speed, walking invisibly behind him. There was worry in her heart. Boys who walked like that are looking for something, either a fight or to tell someone off. His hands were balled into fists and his head was forward and set on the group of children in the field. In the back of her mind, Morgana couldn't help by chuckle at the sight of this boy acting so determined and being bigger than he was, but human males always put on a bluff when they were hurt.
But as he approached the group of children she felt the need to pull him away and calm him; there was no way he was thinking rationally. He had made his way to the group of children and one in particular spotted him. It was the Kikimori with ribbons in her hair that Morgana saw when she flew down. She also noticed that the boy she pined for was walking in the direction of the Kikimori…
"Why don't you like me?", he called out in a firm tone.
Morgana had stopped a few feet behind him, watching silently as the confrontation began. The Kikimori had been running in the boy's direction had begun to slow down. For a fleeting moment the girl looked past the boy, straight at Morgana. It made sense that she could sense the demoness but not quite see her, since her demonic energy was far stronger than many normal demons.
She looked as though she were about to call out, but suddenly another boy ran from behind and collided into her back, sending her stumbling towards the object of her affection. She stood motionless as the girl collided with the boy, hearing him yelp slightly in pain as his body and head connected with the ground.
Morgana felt her heart stop for a moment as she observed the position of the Kikimori and the boy. Sprawled out before her with the boy underneath and she on top, it was the kind of accidental fall that most young people find themselves in when meeting a future lover. Her thigh between his legs, her face buried in his chest. His leg bent at the knee in the air, his face nearly buried in her hair.
The demoness felt tendrils of her demonic energy writhing all around her, writhing in a rage she had not felt before as the Kikimori girl rose from his chest. Again she looked away from the boy, not looking near him but instead at the space behind him, where Morgana stood. The fear upon her face grew by the moment until she sprang back suddenly and looked directly up at Morgana, but to anyone else she might as well have been looking at the sky. Her face began to redden as tears began to form in corners of her face, her floppy feathered ears flat against her skull.
"I'M SORRY, IT WAS AN A-ACCIDENT...P-PLEASE DON'T BE MAD.", screamed the Kikimori girl. The apology did little to sway Morgana, but at least the lowly dog had remembered her manners, thought Morgana. She couldn't help but notice the other children in the yard had focused their attention on the scene. She felt no concern, no one could see her, but the spectacle had certainly drawn unneeded attention.
Morgana looked down to see the wincing face of the boy. He looked undamaged, more or less shocked and in passing pain. But even though she was a lowly dog could this girl not see how fragile he was? Humans are as frail as flowers, her mother had taught her, and must always be cared for. Had this girl not realized she may have hurt…
Eyes seething with fire returned to the eyes of the Kikimori. A new wave of mortal fear washed over her face, and her quivering eyes could hardly meet the demon's.
"I'm sorry, i-it won't happen again. P-please don't hurt me…"
She began to move slowly up and back, never breaking eye contact with the demoness. After a few steps back the boy began to rise as well, sitting cross legged and looking around him, his eyes never once focusing on Morgana. She saw his face searching for her, and immediately felt the motherly urge to check him for injury, to hold him close to her. She silently knelt down, pressing herself lightly into his back, and in the back of her mind relished in the heat his body gave off. Her bosom pressed against his head, her stomach flush with his neck and upper back. Her eyes returned to the Kikimori as she wrapped her arms lightly around the front of the boy, making sure she was never truly seen or felt by him, but her presence felt to some degree.
She felt him shiver for a moment, and even while keeping a stoney facade in front of the Kikimori, inside she was jumping through hoops at how close she had come to the boy without meaning to, and how easily his body responded to his presence. Her thoughts were brought back to the Kikimori, however, as she looked back at Logan, temporarily ignoring Morgana.
"I'm sorry Logan", she whispered," but it looks like you're already spoken for."
With that the Kikimori turned and ran, sprinting as fast as she could away from the boy and Morgana, who had taken to shooting daggers at the girls back from the fury in her eyes. That mutt nearly exposed her with that confession! How DARE she think that such an act would be tolerated! And against her…
Morgana froze for a moment, her mouth gone slightly slack as she turned to look down at the boy. He was watching the Kikimori run away from him with a look of confusion on his face, but Morgana didn't care. That dog said he was already spoken for...and Morgana was the only one of her kind around him. She reflexively squeezed tighter around him, her arms not really settling on his skin but the warmth of his body felt stronger to her now. Claiming him...she had only entertained an interest but perhaps...
Perhaps watching him more would yield more answers, and settle for Morgana if he was indeed a worthy mate. Yes...she would watch him carefully now, and more often than she had before. In case any other monsters attempted to take him before…
Morgana felt her cheeks heat up and her heart race at the remaining thought she dare not consider yet. There was time for such thoughts later. Certainly, there was plenty of time for her...and him.
-Years Later-
Nearly a decade had past since Morgana had begun to routinely keep an eye on the young man she had found in that playground so long ago. She had watched him steadily at first, mostly during the day, but as years past she watched him after he returned home, then just before he went to sleep, until now she watched the boy constantly. Even as he slept Morgana kept a watchful eye, studying him, feeling the ebb and flow of his spirit energy grow as he neared adolescence.
He had yet to appreciate the female form in its entirety, but the call of his nature as a male was upon him. She watched his eyes wandering on the various females of his school, probably discovering an interest in the more intimate features. She couldn't help but giggle as he was occasionally caught staring a little too long, but also felt somewhat jealous he had eyes for other girls. But she remained steadfast in her pledge to stay hidden until the time was right. These lesser creatures posed little threat, but Morgana would not risk his heart being stolen by an unworthy vixen.
She floated on behind him now, as unseen as the wind, as he walked down the halls of his school. The elder demon had done this numerous times, the activities of her boy interested her greatly. His love of chess delighted her, and watching him play was most enjoyable. Sometimes when he was working through an opponent's strategy, he would suck on the inside of one of his cheeks and each time her her tail would twist and curl in delight at how cute he could be.
Today was no different than any other day, and soon Logan and Morgana had entered the chess club room. It was one of the smaller rooms in the building, long and rectangular. To the far end sat another boy, a friend to her Logan named Jacob. He was a nice enough child, well mannered and while a stranger at first, Morgana had allowed him the opportunity to become friends with Logan without interference. It was important that he have some social graces, but that was hardly necessary considering he would soon only need her. Still, the boy was nice, ordinary compared to her Logan.
Jacob rose from the table, shook Logan's hand and they idly chatted while a teacher walked in and drew up a roster for matches. Apparently today was a competition, and Morgana relished watching Logan compete. Silently would she get a chance to cheer him and practice being the supportive woman of his life, even if only from the shadows, for now.
So caught up in her excitement Morgana nearly missed the teacher who had designed the roster had called for games to commence, and Jacob and Logan had begun to play. She hovered just over Logan's shoulder now, her hands resting invisibly on his shoulders. That same familiar warmth that soothed her soul was seeping through him through her hands, and while she would indulge in more if the opportunity was good, she instead contented herself to watch as the game began.
Logan was moving cautiously today, all of his pieces taking a defensive posture to Jacob's pieces. The board was soon a mixture of hands moving from the board to the timed clock next to them. Pieces were moving off the board in a flurry of moment until the pace slowed. Both Jacob and Logan were taking their times now, and Logan had begun to make the same adorable face that pulled at Morgana's heartstrings.
Logan then shuffled back from the board a bit. There had been just enough space between Morgana's expansive chest and the back of Logan's head, so there was no extreme collision that could have ruined her illusion. Just enough, though, for Morgana's heart to pound uncontrollably in her chest. It was far from truth, but Morgana let herself believe he had moved closer into her, to become enwrapped in her embrace.
Logan relaxed his focus, shifting from the board and game before him to his opponent and friend. He held an expression that she could not read, the corner bit of cheek she gushed over returned to normal.
"Am I off putting Jay?" asked Logan.
Jacob had lifted his eyes to find Logan's'. Morgana had tilted her head in mild curiosity. Why should he seem off putting? To her, Logan was the most interesting, engaging young man she had found amongst humans. She was taught humans were very conscious of how they were perceived by their peers. The slightest upset in the delicate balance of popularity and obscurity could mean life and death to some of their kind. Such trivial things were a waste of energy. To her, the simple presence and love he could provide (and eventually would, she thought, very soon in fact,) would be enough for her, fulfilling every desire of her heart. As well as her body, there was so much to give and share between the two, oh yes…
The heat of her cheeks could have melted a Selkie's heart, resting her chin ever so lightly on Logan's head.
"No," replied Jacob, "no I wouldn't say that, why do you ask?"
Logan motioned for Jacob to lean forward, and so did Logan. Morgana hummed a sound of slight disappointment as he leaned away from her, wings drooping slightly at the lost of his warmth, so she met him and leaned in as well to hear more.
"I think I'm off putting. If there was something off about me, would you tell me?"
Morgana felt a deep pang of pity for her Logan. Why would he think he was off putting? What could he possibly find so wrong about himself? He clearly did not see his own worth, his value and the gift his presence provided other, especially her. Morgana steeled herself to never allow him to second guess his worth so long as she was there to remind him, every day, of how precious he was to her.
"Well...I can only tell toy that when I'm looking at you, it's like someone else is watching me. It's kinda creepy at first but it comes and goes."
Morgana could not have been more still, as if her heart had ceased it's beating. For so long she had known she her presence could not go entirely unnoticed, but it was like seeing an apparition or shadow, she could not be seen unless she willed it. Most curious, these humans and their surprises. Now her curiosity had become unhinged, and she hung on every word that followed.
"What makes you say that?" Logan asked, shuffling one of his chess pieces, his tone even and calm.
Jacob returned to the board in front of him, eying some of the pieces.
"I've heard there are all types of monstergirls who can go invisible and creep on their husbands or boyfriends to make sure they don't cheat on them when they're away. I always kind of thought that you had a girl like that." He moved a smaller piece to take one of Logan's larger pieces, moving it off the board. "Rook takes Queen's Bishop."
"Like what?"
Jacob looked back up to Logan. "None that been seen a whole lot. You know how they keep saying more species pop up all the time? Like how Molly Peters from Algebra class turned out to be an Alp before she moved-"
"No dude, not like Molly." interrupted Logan. This conversation was not pleasant at all to Morgana. Speaking of other Maou so casually, so dangerously as well, did not bode well in her mind. Still, she listened on to Logan. "I just need to know if any can be invisible."
Never before had Morgana been so grateful that no one could see her if she willed it, because all the color drained from her once full face. Her blue hued skin was a pale shade now, and fear, such a foreign emotion to Morgana, had seized her heart in a sudden frenzy, causing her heart to cut short and every cell in her voluptuous body to come to a screeching halt.
"Oh well," Jacob began, "I mean there are predators, some spider types can stalk but can't be invisible...could be a dopple? No...maybe a succubus or de-"
Morgana moved without thinking. Her mind barely registered what Jacob had nearly said before her body acted on its' own. Her tail had been still one moment, then nearly smashing the table in half the next. So great was the impact of her tail against the table that is easily scattered the pieces all across the room like little pieces of wooden shrapnel. A small crack had formed on top and the sheer impact of the tail on table had been enough to blow Logan and Jacob back.
Jacob had felt most of the impact, and without a demoness behind him to cushion the shell shock like Logan had, he was sent backward over his chair and came down hard on his back on the floor behind him. Logan was pushed generously back into Morgana's body, but not quite enough to send them both to the ground. The whole room went silent as the grave as all eyes turned to look at Jacob, Logan, and the air around the table. No one saw her, but Morgana stood in shocked silence.
She kept a mildly healthy distance from Logan for three weeks straight, petrified he may turn around and see her before she was ready. It was not a pleasant three weeks.
- Near The Present -
Morgana, the High Demon, was happy today. The time had come for her man to leave his home and begin life on his own. Man...still Morgana could hardly grasp the concept; that her boy had finally blossomed before her very eyes into such a man. He had remained pure and unscathed for so long, thanks in part to her relentless watch on him. Many years had past since he had caught her eye on that playground.
He was downstairs packing his vehicle for departure. His parents had gotten it for him once he had successfully convinced them of furthering his education in MonsterGirl City. The idea that he was going to the one place where her kind had become accepted by humans would have startled her a few years ago. Now though, he was thoroughly hers, even if he didn't know it yet.
She had elected to give him a rare distance, watching him from his bedroom window as he loaded luggage into the rear compartment of the vehicle. His family stood by, emotional but strong in the face, determined not to break at their son's departure. This time with his mother and father were precious, she knew this. She remembered a similar gathering from her mother and father when she left home to venture the world in search of a mate. Many centuries had past since that time, and the world was not the same as it once was. The idea that her kind need not hide in the shadows titillated her to no end. Soon she would be seen by him, touch him without sinking away. She would be touched by him. Oh Maou had she craved his touch as of late.
Her monstrous nature could be held at bay no longer. She knew with each passing day her resistance was waning; she would not be held back by her desire of him. Her Logan...he had begun a few years ago to discover his own sexuality, his desire to copulate and it was then that Morgana knew she would not wait long. Many a night he had spend indulging in his carnal desires, much to her chagrin. How vigorous he was to please himself, it was such a desperate need to feel release each passing night for him. From the shadows she watched with a drooling mouth and wandering hands. She had countless fantasies of those hands which stroked and plied with his own impressive length to wander across her body, explore and exploit her weaknesses, and come to his true awakening as a man by claiming her as a mate.
A shudder ran down her back to the tip of her tail. She yearned to be wanted, to be sought out by him. Soon too would he find pleasure in pursuing her for pleasure. To trace every curve and valley of her body with those hands, that mouth. Not to mention violate and fill her with his girth. Her womanhood quivered at the thought of finally losing her maidenhood, and fully realize her place by his side as a true Elder Demon.
She could not stand the thought any longer. She retreated to the closet, momentarily dispelling her long used invisibility to focus on the task at hand. His bedroom was sparse now, only a few boxes in the center of the room. She closed the door behind her and let her own hands roam her body. Right hand grasping a generous breast, the other trailing down to her drenched cunt and began to vigorously massage and flick and let our her pent up desire. Her tail's spade flicked and teased underneath her hands, causing her to let out a small "eep!" as she leaned against the wall.
Her pleasure soared thoughts of Logan swirled in her brain, pinning her against the wall and exploring her body, nipping and sucking and tasting the flesh of her neck. Her wings twitched in anticipation of her building orgasm as she imagined his hands massaging down her sides and child-bearing hips, until at last they found their way to her moist lips below…
"L-Logan.." she panted, keeping her breathing and her voice muffled in the closet. "Oh M-Maou...ooh~! Logan..p-please yes!" She was so close to her goal, so close to release.
The door of the room opened. Morgana could barely contain her moaning as her motions ceased. The outlines of the door showed two shadows in the room, both walking in the light that shone on the closet. Dammit! She had been so close to release there. A few more minutes alone and she could have dampened the flames of her lust for a bit.
"Are you sure you got everything? Just these two?", an older voice spoke.
"Yeah, this is all of it. Should fit in the back, if not I'll let it sit on my lap."
She felt her knees give slightly, but she was able to catch herself and not fall. Logan's voice right now was not what Morgana needed to hear. Her hands had ceased their motions, but her wings would still twitch every now and again in her aroused suspense. She dared not move if she could help it; discovery at this moment would foil her plans, not to say be very problematic.
"Well don't take any chances, we can always ship things to you once you're settled."
"Sure but I'd rather not make you have to go through the trouble."
"No trouble at all boy, no trouble."
Some boxes were shuffled, some huffs from the two men outside the closet.
"Logan.", said the older voice. The shadows stopped moving, there was a silence that help fast in the air. The worst fear of having been discovered was bubbling up from the pits of her stomach, adding a nauseating feeling to the sexual tension she was experiencing. Morgana strained her inhuman senses to hear.
"I wanted to…" There was a long pause and Morgana tensed every muscle to stay silent.
"Dad?"
"...It's nothing. Take that box done, I'll be right with you."
"...Okay?" Feet shuffled, and someone walked out of the room. One person was still there. Morgana dared not move an inch. It was obvious Logan's father was still there. She never really knew what to make of the man. Ever since that day in Logan's youth, his father had poured himself into study on mamano and their various species. Searching in that machine...a "computer" Morgana heard it called, for what exactly was following his son. He had never come close, but she could only assume that he suspected her presence without knowing what exactly she was.
Now it seemed, at long last, a confrontation was about to occur. So long as he was alone in the room and she was as tense and physically stimulated, she would have trouble simply vanishing into nothingness and invisibility as she normally did. It was so stupid, she thought, that she indulge her own pleasures without guarantee that she would not be caught. Now she was at the mercy of a man she was fairly confident would never let near her son under normal circumstances.
He moved around the room, slowly pacing in a lazy circle. He never came too close to the closet door, to which she felt immeasurably thankful. He did stop after a moment, some shuffling and movement, like he was lifting objects out of the way. A moment later silence, except for his deep breathing and her short, quick gasps for air.
"You." he spoke. So that was it, she thought. He knew enough to know she was in the room. Damn humans, she cursed, so inconveniently clever.
"I may be talking to no one here but...no. No I know you're here. Even if I can't see you. I know you won't leave Logan alone. I see in the news your...kind never leave their prey alone."
Prey...stewed Morgana internally. Hardly the term I would use. Mate, partner. Lover if we're being generous.
"If I had the choice, you would have never met my son, you would be back in whatever hell you came from before finding him."
Seething with rage at the defiance he was showing her, Morgana strained herself to not burst from the closet and drag him to the very hell he wished upon her. Yet she remained silent, trembling with anxiety and anger.
"Even so...you've always been there for him, in your own twisted way. I suppose I should thank you for that…"
Morgana was taken by that. This is not close the the confrontation she had been expecting, but hell, she may as well roll with it.
Logan's father shuffled again, letting out a small grunt and picking up what sounded like the last box in the room. A few footfalls leading away from the room, then stopping just short of the door's threshold.
"Take care of him for me." He left the room, footfalls fading into nothing as he went back down the stairs and outside.
Morgana was breathless. The very space around her stood impossibly still, then her heart nearly lept from her chest at the endorsement of her connection to Logan. All her tension melted away and she felt as weightless as she if she were in flight.
It may not have been the most pleasant to confirm their relationship, but it was close enough. A great weight was lifted from Morgana's shoulders, while at the same time a great exhaustion had set in to take its place. If she was careful, she could risk some light sleep while she hid in the space left in Logan's care before he got to Monstergirl City. She could tell she desperately needed it.
- Minutes Before Present -
At last, thought Morgana, it's been far too long.
Fifteen years of waiting were about to yield a most succulent fruit. Finally she would reveal herself to him...Logan. The very thought of his eyes finally drinking her in set off fireworks in her well toned tummy, her toes were curling in their heeled boots. Every part of her was twitching in anticipation at their first official meeting. She had preset the apartment to perfect for her discovery; in every room she cast her illusions to fill each space with pitch blackness. The sound in the apartment was muffled by the blackness as well, and only her spells allowed her to see. He had been away at his night work, and she chose to trust his safety for a few hours before their meeting to fate.
Now the stage was set, and she had spotted him walking home from the apartment balcony only moments ago. There was no turning back now. All the secrets, the hiding in the shadows was about to come to an end.
The last few weeks of Logan's adjustment to his new life were the pins and needles for Morgana. She had waited a little longer than she intended for him to settle into a schedule. But at least the moment had come. She would finally feel his warm skin upon her hand, the feel of his body next to hers, the heat of his breath upon her as he whispered his love for her as he ravaged her endlessly for says on end. The excitement their eventual consummation sent her tail wagging so furiously she felt a great coolness against her ass at the gust she was creating. Her wings flapped nervously as she cast her magic to give her the sight to see past walls and barriers. She had set the curtains to shield the light from the balcony and the city behind her, but she could still see the heat of his spirit energy fumbling with the lock.
What would his reaction be, she wondered. Fear, most likely. Panic, most assuredly. She doubted very much so but wished there was a tinge of realization and epiphany as well. Morgana had anticipated the idea of needing to have him submit to her. While she would have preferred he long for her upon first sight, she knew human feared what they initially did not understand. She would keep calm in the face of what most likely terror and loathing, and weather his distrust until he came to understand. Surely he would too; her Logan was the sweetest man she had ever seen. Never the one to judge, always ready to accept. He would accept her. He would love every supple inch of her.
Logan had entered the apartment. He was hesitant to proceed; she applauded herself on the use of shadows as they had done their intended task. He was fumbling a bit, causing Morgana to stifle a giggle as he rain into the couch corner. He was so close now. She did a final quick adjustment of herself.
Her hair, once just the tips dipped in the snowy white color had become more half white at the ends and traveled up past her shoulders to about her chin, where the purplish black came back in. Wings fully extended and tail gently swaying behind her, also beginning to be more white than black. Her outfit showed the best of herself. Thin shoulders and her plunging neckline, diving deep into her very generous breasts. The slimness of her waist and tone stomach met her wide hips and ever pillowy thighs. She put her legs slightly apart and folded her arms under her breasts, pressing them further and higher than gravity normally decided to ignore.
She was ready. Her black silica eyes twinkled and she smiled a grin as he approached the balcony doors. His hand was slow, and the moments ticked slowly as his hand found the edge of the curtain. Morgana's heart was about to explode in excitement.
The glass that separates two had been rather thin. But nothing could hide one from the other as Logan drew the curtain back. The illusion she had cast on the apartment dissipated as light filtered in. For the first time Morgana's eyes met Logan's, and stared back. Her smile grew as he studied her for a moment. She endeavored to cement this moment in her mind; their first meeting. How he had truly grown before her very eyes.
Black hair that had small wisps of silver here and there. He would pepper out nicely and still retain his rigorous youth and looks. Brown eyes...she could lose herself in those if she stared too long. He was build nicely; lean, some muscle in just the right places. He had some stubble on his face that came in on a strong chin. He had little traces of baby fat on him that would soon be done away with. He was very much the man Morgana had hoped he would become. She was drenched for him already.
He gave a sort of yelp and flew backwards into the couch, falling sprawled out with a foot in the air and his hips above his head. Seeing him tumble over himself was the most adorable and comical thing she had seen him do in her life. To think she help such a power of fear over him was a slight disappointment, yet her demonic nature called it bliss. He was already under her spell, the fear and unease that he felt now would only heighten the love and lust he would soon feel.
Her tail began to curl behind her and she closed her wings in slowly. Morgana wanted to take as much time as she could before coming into the apartment. She would have now preferred he stay perfectly still, like a deer in headlights, while she approach like the skilled and deadly hunter she was, prepared to feast upon his succulent flesh.
Slowly she began to move. She unfolded her arms as calmly as possible and move towards the door handle, all the while keeping her gaze on him. Morgana's smile grew again when she watched Logan's eyes follow the hand reaching towards the door. Now, she thought, time we got truly acquainted, my sweet Logan…
Suddenly Logan bolted up off the couch and flew over the coffee table towards his bedroom, disappearing into the hallway. She only froze halted for a moment. Morgana pondered the human phrase she had heard a few times from the humans of this timeline that fit this situation. She smiled as it came to her, her hand resumed its journey to the door handle.
"Hate to see them leave…"
She pulled the door open fully.
"Love to watch the walk away…"
Run had been the more apt term, but these were semantics that merely distracted her. For Morgana, the Great Hunt began.
She allowed herself to float noiselessly above the carpeted floor, casting magics to dispel her boots as she entered. Floating just inches from the ground, Morgana glided on the air down the hallway and in front of the door that belonged to Logan's room. She blinked, bringing back her sight magics, and saw past the walls to where Logan now sat. She felt such victory, at seeing him crouched behind the bed with his protective bat in is hands. He was shaking and his heartbeat was a madly fluttering bird in his chest.
Poor thing must be scared to death right now, she thought. He was so cute to her with that face of fear. How much more handsome she would find him once those eyes trembled not in fear, but lust and passion and longing all for her. She would be surgical in disarming him of every resistance his body, mind and heart. She never felt truly alive except for right now and it was all thanks to him.
She raised her hand, and with a gentle smile, rapped her hand upon the door.
- To Be Continued -
Thank you all for the paitience and supportive responses to the previous chapter. I hope this was also to your liking. If I'm not delivering what you're looking for out of this piece, feel free to leave me a review and let me know. This has been a joy to write and I can't wait to let you all see what I have planned for the next chapter.
Until we meet again,
-Banis
