Obviously, I don't own MGE, MonMusu, or anything Monstergirl related.
Morgana had learned that concepts of distance and space were very curious phenomena in the universe. She had gained an understanding of their complex relationship over the many centuries of her life. She had learned that two things can be very close together in the same space, but the distance between the two were very vast. Two married people in the same room can be very distant from each other. Yet at the same time two people vastly far apart in space can feel as though they are right next to each other in terms of distance.
Those same concepts of distance and space were playing in Morgana's brain as she knocked on the door where Logan was hiding behind. She thought about the distance between them that she desperately wanted to close. She wanted to be so close to him now. But there was a fear that held Logan's heart. She could not entirely blame him, although it did make her feel a little pang of hurt at his reluctance to see her.
Logan was also familiar with the concepts of distance and space, and he wanted all the space and distance he could get at the moment from the thing that knocked on the door. He flinched when the rap came from behind the door, but no other sound came from the hallway. He had expected the door to be broken down, the creature to enter and take him for what would surely be the ride of his life, culminating in his eventual imprisonment and Stockholm syndrome-like love affair with something not of this world. Logan was in no way thrilled about this prospect.
Morgana, for all her patience, was beginning to become anxious. She heard no sound from the other side of the door. Through her magics she had seen that Logan was still in there, frozen like a baby rabbit and never budging an inch when she knocked. He was still holding that Louisville slugger bat as close to his chest as possible and staring at the door intently. She ever so gently leaned against the door, pressing her forehead to the door and running her hands up the wooden barrier.
"May we speak?", asked Morgana. She kept her voice calm, steady, and as sweet as she could wile sounding sincere. "I cannot tell you how long I have waited to speak to you. I promise I will not harm you."
Logan made no moves. His heart was pounding fanatically, doing everything in its power to pump his panicked blood through his trembling body as fast as it could. The temperature seemed to be turned up several degrees, and Logan had a thin layer of sweat forming on his brow.
"I can understand your hesitancy. Believe me, please? I know that I may have...startled you. But please, come speak to me. I want to simply-"
"GO AWAY!" shouted Logan in retort.
Morgana opened her eyes, training them on Logan through the door. This was somewhere along the lines of a "worst case scenario" situation she had anticipated with him. That did not, however, stop the pain of rejection from creeping into her heart. She blinked away some outlying tears and waited until she trusted her voice to not crack to speak again.
"Please don't ask that of me. Not now, after having waited so long for our meeting. Perhaps if we just-"
"NO! GET OUT, GET OUT OF MY HOUSE!" screamed Logan.
Morgana let her arms slid down the door enough to push away from it, taking a step back and standing in the hall. Her tail lay limp to the floor, wings drooping down at her sides. This was not going well at all now. She had wanted to win him over, even if it took at night with her in the hall and he behind the bed and a door between them, she wanted him to at least hear her out.
It was never supposed to be easy., she reminded herself. He doesn't know who you are, he probably couldn't understand and it will take time. Be calm.
"I would do anything you ask of me, but I cannot do that. We must speak."
Logan's nerves were being tested a great deal. The unknown threat this thing posed was not lost to him, and while she held the upper hand she wasn't outright assaulting him yet like he expected. For a monstergirl she was showing an odd amount of restraint.
"It is not my intention to aggravate you further. I believe this situation would be improved if we came to an understanding. Please allow me that opportunity."
"HEY. I don't know if you've been watching the news, and thought you'd have an easy time getting handsy, but home invasion is still illegal. Monster or not, I want you to LEAVE. Can you UNDERSTAND that?" spat Logan.
If he had been any other human, Morgana reasoned, he would more than likely be kicking and screaming his way to the lowest depths of Hell for thinking he could command an Elder Demon. He was being far more stubborn than Morgana would have preferred. She could easily force the door and drag him out, but that show of force would only serve to push him further from her. That was something she would not allow.
"I will not leave until you come out and speak to me."
"Oh my- WILL YOU PISS OFF?"
He's just scared, he doesn't mean it… Keep calm. "I will not leave until you hear me."
"PISS OFF!"
"No. If you want to make me leave come out of there and say it to my face."
"HA! FAT CHANCE! I'M NOT COMING, SO YOU MIGHT AS WELL GET OUT!"
"Not until you talk to me, and you cannot stay in there forever."
Logan sneered. She had him there. The window of his room did not have a fire escape, that was in the living room out on the balcony. His window led to a two story drop into the alley, which he would not consider unless left no other choice. The creature had not attempted to enter yet though. That still confused him to no end. She could easily burst in and take him, why was she so insistent on talking? Monstergirls could be tricky, clever and shady when it came to getting what they want. Sometimes they could be convinced out of their pursuit if circumstances were right….
"Well you better leave before my girlfriend gets here, she's a Minotaur and she gets really-"
"That is not true.", replied Morgana.
"Oh yeah, and she loves to crush anyone who-"
"Logan, I know better."
The Elder Demon had become slightly annoyed with the new tactic Logan was using. There was the angle that he was running out of excuses to not talk to her by fabricating a fake girlfriend. She knew the unspoken rules amongst Mamaou; they never steal from one another. Sharing is allowed and even encouraged if all parties agree, but they never take a married man from another of their kind. The flip side being that he was so desperate to avoid her that he would resort to such lengths. This did not leave a pleasant feeling for Morgana.
Logan was flabbergasted. "WHA-HOW DO YOU KNOW MY NAME?!"
Morgana smiled a devious grin. This had gotten under his skin, she hadn't anticipated such a strong response but that would only help her convert him to her side. She just needed to keep the heat on…
"If you want to know, I shall tell you. Simply join me in the living room and I will reveal everything."
"Ooooh you think you're so clever, don't you? Think that I care? I don't! Okay? I DON'T CARE!"
"Do not worry, Logan, I believe you." She emphasized his name to continue to rile him up. "But what benefit would I have in sharing that information? It does me no good to reveal that I know you, some might say intimately, so why then? Ask yourself why I would bother to waste my time trivially revealing my knowledge of you when I could have entered the room by any number of means and taken you by force? Or perhaps utilized any of my magics and illusions to brainwash you, take control and make you walk over and invite me in?"
Even for Logan, who very much wanted this crazy night to end, had to admit there was a kernel of truth to what this monster was saying. She was keeping at bay, not entering his room as of yet, and from the sounds of it she was now retreating to the living room.
Morgana had begun a slow pace back towards the living room. She had left her bait out in the open, and now all she need do was wait for Logan to take a bite and run with it. Then soon….so soon…
She was taking quite a gamble though. He could easily call the police, who were more of a bother for her than a threat. He could be violent, but he could do little to her physically. Well, Morgana smirked, not exactly true. There was MUCH I'd wish he'd do physically. But we will get there...sooner or later…
The young man was at a loss himself. She...Jesus he just realized she was a she, had not moved against him in a malicious way, she was not like any monstergirl he had ever seen before. She did not behave in the aggressive way she had seen from the creatures in high school who preyed on his fellow classmates. Who was she, to be so reserved in her pursuit? She clearly had him cornered, but gave him the width of room to have a choice. He was not trapped so much as he was forced into confrontation.
She was being flexible too, not threatening or demanding of him, just insistent. Some sphinx and Egyptian monstergirls got to their prey by talking and tricking their prey, he knew this. But this one seemed merely interesting in talking; she wasn't using riddles laiden with spells, he didn't feel like he was being manipulated into doing what she wanted. If this was truly a monstergirl, she was the most tame monstergirl type he'd ever met. Then there was his name. How did she know his name? It was obvious that she may have spied on him long enough to know he did not have the Minotaur girlfriend. Then there was her entrance, clearly waiting for him to arrive, the power being out. Did she plan this? He could not say for certain, but knew how to find out.
Logan moved after what felt like eons of stillness behind the bed. He took slow, tactical steps towards the door, all the while ready to leap back and retreat should he feel tricked. Reaching the door, he quietly leaned the bat against the and put an ear to it, straining to detect any sound that may betray the creature's intent. Hearing none, he stepped back, picking up the bat from its resting place and lifting it to weigh on his shoulder instead. He was tense, but ready. Still one thing held him back from opening the door and finding out the answers she seemed to have.
"Why should I trust you? How can I know once I step outside you won't pull something?"
"Because, dear Logan, I'm inviting you back to a space with more access to escape routes, more open room to swing your weapon, and with the promise I will not touch you if you do not wish it. And do not forget the guarantee that if those don't work, you can retreat back and close the door. Either way you look at it, you can always end right back where you are no if you don't feel comfortable."
While that did little to quell his nerves, it was a good a guarantee as he could get. Steadily his hand grasped the door handle. He closed his eyes, took deep breaths to calm his heart before turning the handle and pulling open the door. As the door revealed the hallway, there was nothing in front of him but the blank wall of the hallway. Cautiously he kept one foot in the room, the other inching slowly out into the hall. His bat was raised up in both hands, ready to bring it down on anything that tried to get inside his personal bubble. But nothing came.
Logan peaked his head around the door frame and peered down to the living room. She sat there, perfectly still upon the couch. She was sitting rather comfortably, one leg crossed over the other and arms laid out on either side. A pair of wings sprung from her back, spreading wide and full from her and giving her an intimidating look. There was a tail as well, coiling from her back to lay on her lap. A white tip that blended into a dark purple waved lazily on the ground, before slowly rising to wave at him as she threw him a wink. Logan's blush rose at the appendages' odd motion, and Morgana stifled another giggle at his reaction.
"Please join me, there is much I wish to discuss, as I'm sure there is much you wish to know."
The high demon would be lying if she said she didn't enjoy teasing him lightly. Her nature was being supressed to such an extent for his sake that it even a small blush from her tail was enough to encourage Morgana to press the attack. But she kept it at bay, instead wearing an endearing smile as he took cautious steps out of the door and towards the living room. He kept the bat raised above him, looking ready to strike at any time if the need arose.
"I will not object to bringing your weapon with you, but I must assure you that it is very much unneeded. My intentions are honorable, you shall see."
Logan gave a nervous chuckle as he finally reached the living room. He was shaking like a leaf, and if not for the bat in his hands giving a shred of confidence the young man would probably collapse into a puddle from fright.
"Oh I'm sure you're as harmless as they come…"
"Truly I am. I daresay you could not be safer with any other living being in this realm, dear Logan."
"That remains to be seen." He pulled a chair over to the couch from the kitchen table, all the while keeping his eyes glued to Morgana. He was getting lost in her form. Every inch of her was sensual and perfect. Even sitting it was impossible to ignore her body; pillowy thighs that connected to flawlessly wide hips, the smallest waist and tummy he'd ever seen that led up to those gravity insulting breasts that heaved and strained against an off armoured bikini top. Her face though was another story. Those eyes...the oddest sensations ran through him when he was under their gaze. Black iris that melded into red silica, very much like a cats eyes. Pointed ears akin to elven ears, a heart shaped face framed by long purpleish hair, ending about halfway down in white. It was such an odd blend of color that mesmerized him. Topped off with the bluish skin tone and demonic horns she was every bit the nightmare creature that could only have come from another world.
He had to shake his head a moment as he sat down in the chair on the opposite side of the coffee table, facing the woman before him. He was slow, methodical, but every now and again found himself getting lost in her gaze as he settled in, snapping back and forth from fear and wonderment.
"It's okay you know." she spoke at last.
"What is?"
She smiled at him, hands coming from either side to cross underneath her chest, causing it to rise and escape gravity even more than before. "To stare of course. It's perfectly natural. I would be hurt if you didn't."
Logan did his best to hide his frustration with the creature before him. She was clearly toying with him, which was putting him on the back foot and leaving him unable to take control of the situation.
"What are you?", asked Logan.
Morgana's smile faltered slightly, but did not entirely fade.
"A demon. I should think that was obvious."
"You make it sound as if I should have guessed it all along."
Morgana cocked an eyebrow, taking him in. "Ahh...I forgot, my kind have not made their presence known in the world. It is understandable then."
"What do you mean? Why are you hiding?"
Morgana giggled in response, her wicked smile back on her face. She moved one hand to cover her mouth, the laughter at his expense rising.
"Ara ara~...you are quick to the point. But not now, not yet. I have questions for you as well...Tell me, why did you come to this city? It is easily the most populated human-mamaou city on this planet, where all species are openly accepted. You, a single man, with no mamamou to claim you risked your very freedom to come here. Why is that?"
Logan frowned at that, keeping as stern a face as he could. "I don't recall that being any of your business."
"Oh but it is!" She leaned forward, arms back to either side to support her on the edge of the couch, her breasts pushed forward and gave a new angle for Logan to relish. "It very much is my business. I want to understand that, I want to comprehend everything about you. It would have been so easy for you to get claimed by some unworthy girl in mere moments; a new single man is irresistible in this city. You should have drawn a horde of monsters to you like a fly to honey, yet here you are, relatively monster free."
"Well I've been pretty lucky, there's just something about me monsters don't like."
"Clearly," Morgana interrupted, "not all monsters, am I right?" She licked her lips to emphasize her obvious come-on. "I would wager I'm the first mamaou who has spoken to you longer than a few minutes without losing interest?"
Logan was slowly losing focus. The draw of her massive tits and the intense look in her eyes were both hypnotizing to him. Still he struggled through a growing fog of his mind to stay in control of his thoughts.
"Did it become so lax for you, to be passed over by so many and never pursued? It must have been odd to see your peers begin their romantic entanglements, only for you to be ignored. That being said, given the state of the world, it was probably the closest thing to a normal life as you could have had, would you not agree?"
A fire had begun in Logan's chest at her words, a raging fire that swept through his entire body as memories of his lonely childhood surfaced in his brain. He stood abruptly from his chair, Morgana recoiling slightly from the movement.
"JUST WHO DO YOU THINK YOU ARE, THINKING YOU KNOW ANYTHING ABOUT ME?! YOU'RE JUST TRYING TO MESS WITH MY HEAD!"
The Elder Demon smiled up at him, her tail writhing and coiling in the air. "By the end of tonight, it is my hope you will understand how I am the only woman who could know you better than you know yourself. But patience, dear Logan, I am not attempting to deceive you."
"Sure does seem like it from where I'm standing. You've been doing nothing but talking in circles and toying with me-"
"But I have not touched you.", interrupted Morgana, raising a finger and closing her eyes.
"Wha-...What does that have to do with anything?"
"It is important to establish that I am holding true to my word, so that maybe you could believe I am not attempting to speak falsely or betray my intentions."
"And what," sneered Logan, "might those be?"
"Well…" Morgana said slowly, leaning back to the couch. Her arms raised to clasp behind her head, scooting her butt forward on the couch so she was totally revealed to him from head to tail. She was blushing rather heavily and gazing affectionately up at him. Her body was screaming out for him, and he felt the beginnings of arousal in his lower half.
"...at long last, I want to become your wife."
So...Logan thought to himself,...worst case scenario. Okay...no pressure… He had seen people claimed by monsters before. Sometimes it was sweet, almost human; Weresheep and Houlstars tenderly claiming their crushes with gentle touches and demure smiles. Then there were Aracanees and Manticores that would violently take their prey, whisking them off for all sorts of debauchery that could only be assessed by the telltale screams of the young men that were formally their friends, afterwards newly married men. While he had often felt slightly jealous at the potential for what his friends called "the best sex of their lives", he was not jealous of the clingy, overly possessive and animalistic behavior of the creatures that all but controlled their every waking moment afterwards.
"Um...no thanks?"
Morgana blinked. Her left wing twitched a little. Clearly that didn't completely register. "Come again?", she asked.
"I said no thanks. I'm good."
That time it definitely clicked. For Morgana the conversation had taken a complete nosedive. How could he be saying no, to her? She was the essence of femininity, the perfection of the fairer sex, and after her confession of intent no less...He would dare to…
"Are you gay?" asked Morgana flatly.
Now it was Logan's turn to blink in disbelief. "BITCH WHAT THE FUCK?", yelled Logan. His rage had reached a new apex, the absurdity of this woman was baffling his logic.
"HEY DON'T GET MAD AT ME, I CAN'T FIGURE OUT ANY OTHER REASON, IT'S NOT LIKE YOU SHOWED ANY SIGNS OF IT BEFORE!"
Almost immediately as she spoke out she had come to regret it. No sooner had she spoke had Logan's demeanor changed. He stood motionless for a moment the gears in his brain turning.
"What do you mean before? Before what?"
Morgana, for the first time she revealed herself to Logan, had decided not to speak. This is not how she wanted this getting out.
"Hey. HEY, BEFORE WHAT?", yelled Logan. This was getting crazy. This woman clearly knew something she wasn't letting on about.
"L-logan..it's...I wanted to wait to tell you…"
Logan leveled the bat at the woman, shaking like a leaf once again and a level of terror on his face that could not be hidden.
"You've been watching me right? RIGHT? So for how long? A week? A few? Or once I moved into this building? BEFORE WHAT DAMMIT?"
Morgana stayed silent and shifted her eyes. She couldn't understand it; why was he so upset over what she had done for him?
"Longer than that?" barked Logan.
"Why does it matter how long? I did what I did so you could have a normal life.", replied Morgana, arms folding under her chest and turning completely to the side in a poutful expression.
His hand flew to Logan's mouth as the terrible truth slowly revealed itself to him. Logan felt the room lose it's gravity, and he was spinning in place at the realization.
"You...was it you? All those years...you were watching me? Since when?"
Morgana turned her face back to look at Logan, and saw a hurt and horrified look taking shape on his face. The vestiges of guilt were beginning to form in Morgana's heart.
"HOW LONG?!"
"...That day on the playground in your first years of school. That stupid dog knocked you down. Since that day."
Logan had learned at a young age the word 'effectuation.' It was a word that meant more or less "to come into a great realization of truth'. It was the perfect work that could describe the horrible truth of this woman before him. All the riddles of his life were answered by this woman before him. His loneliness, the isolation of his peers, even his own parents….was because of her.
It seemed that the gravity that had left him floating a few moments ago had return with a surreal power. As his brain tried to grasp the truth that lay before him, he felt his knees buckle in a curious way. He felt himself sinking into the floor like quicksand. At one moment he saw the look of concern turning to fright on the woman's face, the next a dark whooshing engulfed his senses as he faded out of consciousness.
- To Be Continued -
I wanted to add more to this chapter but I actually found it somewhat complete this way. I have plans for a more drawn out conversation that takes place between the two, but I wanted to try adding something to preface that before I wrote that in. Long story short, I wanted to get a chapter out soon since this is starting to pick up some steam, but not have something so long to write that it would take a month.
But that's neither here nor there. For now, we have a chapter that introduces these two together at last! I appreciate all the reviews and the feedback from both sides mentioning how they want things to work out well, or how Logan should reject Morgana for what she did to him. I'm happy for the responses but not sure how I want to use the advice.
Either way keep letting me know if I'm delivering on what kind of story you all want.
Also, I have been pecking away at my other stories, but this is my current passion project and I want try finishing it within a reasonable timeframe. Thanks for your patience
-Banis
