I don't own MGE, MonMusu, or anything monster girl related. I feel everything I love is slipping away, and I have no closure.
"D-dance..?" Logan stuttered out. His mind was still in the bottom of his feet trying desperately to claw its way back up into his skull. He can't recall a time where he ever danced with anyone. Not at a school dance, not at any concert he went to, not even alone in his room. Also taking into account how innocent and simple her request was, Logan felt like he was forgetting how to breathe as Morgana stood expectantly over him. "I've….I've never really done it before…"
She smiled at him, reached forward now with both hands to clasp his, gently tugging him out of his chair. "Come on handsome, I won't bite. And it's high time you learned, isn't it?" She was insistent but gentle, pulling him softly to the living room space. There was enough room for a few people to have stood between the entertainment center and the coffee table, something Logan had been grateful for when he moved in. Now Morgana was taking advantage of the space and had positioned herself with Logan much closer than he would have intended.
"Okay," she began, "we'll do it easy since it's your first time." she said with a wink. The heat of her breath caressed his face as he stood next to her. He hadn't been able to tell from their previous encounters but she was slightly taller than him on account of the horns crowning her purple hair. The first time he saw her he was sure he was smaller than her, but not by so close a margin. Without her high heeled boots she actually only came up about an inch taller, but she still stood at eye level with him. She wrapped one arm over his shoulders and slowly around his neck, her other hand taking his left hand into its own, intertwining fingers and held to the side. She felt smooth, silky smooth like her tail, but the powerful muscles underneath just enough fat to remind him of her form. A strange sense of fragileness surrounded her, despite the powerful aura she exuded.
He stood frozen, his eyes locked on hers as he waited for some terrible thing to occur, such as lightning striking where he stood or his mother to walk in unexpectedly. At this point any means of quick escape or excuse to make some distance would have been welcome. But Morgana wasn't having it. She gave him a squeeze around his neck and shoulders to bring him back to focus.
"Hey there big guy, stay with me okay?" she giggled at him. He shook his head bringing his focus back at the woman who now held him very close to her. "You've still got one hand free there, let me help you with that."
Before he could react, he felt something smooth as silk wrap around his wrist and gently tug at his right hand. He stifled a small squeak as he peeked down past Morgana's obstructing arm. He could see the white end of her tail wrapped around his hand and pull it around her waist to stop at the small of her back, just at the base of her tail. It held onto him tenderly, a slight pulsing every now and again as it pushed his hand into her, bringing her had and her waist closer to him to the point that their lower halves were flush with one another.
"There, that's comfy, isn't it?" She grinned with a sinister turn of the lips. He felt his breath go ragged and his palms and a trickle of sweat down his neck as she simply held him there. Morgana could not help but control her rising laughter from her throat as she watched the boy unable to handle this level of closeness. She did feel a pang of guilt at his reaction though; perhaps if he had been more experienced in women before she revealed herself he wouldn't be so hesitant. At the same time this pushed all her demonic buttons. This wasn't exactly torture, but he was simply writhing and inexperienced, caught in the crossfire of her passionate embrace. But even with that linger quilt she was having a hard time resisting her nature anymore. She was more than ready to progress things, and to have waiting even this long with him knowing of her presence, Morgana was going stir crazy. Regardless, she maintained the utmost gentle and encouraging demeanor, regardless of the sensual turmoil she was enduring inside.
She was eager to be his most faithful guide down this road.
"It's alright now, relax, focus on the music." she said softly. She waiting a few moments, and his breathing did calm itself. It took him a moment but Logan grew somewhat calmer in her arms. His hand was rigid before, afraid to let his fingers sink into her flesh after her tail pulled them closer, but now the grip on his wrist relaxed and his hands did settle upon her lower back. His left hand, previous stiff as cement also yielded to her hand and the his hand returned her hold, gripping gently to her. The music swayed him gently, and he found himself rocking to the rhythm, albeit a simple back and forth of his hips, the slight movement of his feet. But for Morgana that was more than enough.
She had dreamed of this moment for so long. Not in this way exactly, as with most of her plans and the missed chances in his youth to explore the opportunities of most normal relationships, but this was perfect for her. She felt a chill roll up her spine when his fingers pressed into her lower back of their own volition, and the feel of their lower halves pressed together was giving her butterflies. Again he was so warm to her, his touch spreading a fiery heat wherever he touched her.
"See? That's better, you've got the hang of it now." The gentle sway and the music wasn't altogether unpleasant to him, and he would be lying if he said Morgana wasn't a good partner to dance with. Though his experience was practically none, she was keeping him close without either of them stepping on toes, her reassuring smile encouraged him to keep going, even pulling his arm in with hers. He did tense up a bit when the arm wrapped around his shoulder started to move again, this time finding the nape of his neck and moving upwards to his hairline. He looked at her again unsure, but that smile she gave him calmed his worries as she reached up, gently massaging his scalp.
"I hope you know what I said this morning was true, you are very handsome to me Logan." She muttered. Morgana had been moving slowly closer all the while, to the point that her chest was firmly squished in between the two of them. His eyes were widening to dinner plates yet again, and almost froze in place out of fear that she may feel his arousal hardening slowly but surely. "You've become quite the man over the years, it's a wonder no other woman gave me issue by pursuing you."
"When you were stalking me, you mean?" Logan retorted, not entirely over the mention of his childhood being controlled by the woman before him. She pouted at him, giving a huff and pulling into him a little more, their faces only a few inches apart.
"Stalking...is not the term I would use. Overwatch, perhaps, careful protection. Guardian angel, if you're feeling lenient. And haven't I been a good girl so far?" Crocodile tears formed in the corners of her eyes but her smirk broke through her facade and soon giggles broke out from her reaction to his now cherry red face. "Come now, I thought you could maybe give me the chance to do things properly?" She leaned in further now, keeping eye contact until her lips found themselves right next to his ear. "I think you'll find I can be oh so good Logan…"
"Well….you could have just..." His cheeks were getting hot as she pulled back, not not enough to stop her face from eclipsing his vision, and he could not escape the eyes that drew him closer into her. Morgana could hardly resist it; here he was, just as she always wanted him, quivering within her reach. It was a part of herself she would often discourage, not out of hatred, but fear. She knew the risk of exposing her beloved to her demonic nature too soon could drive him back all over again, and that game of chase was becoming dull. Now with him beginning to find trust in her, she knew it was only a matter of time until he found himself pursuing her, but that could be easily trainwreck if she became too aggressive too quickly. She did long for their passions to be matched, and their desire to romp and stew in their beastial pleasures unending, but not yet. Not until he was thirsty for her, throwing away his silly human notions of her kind being rape machines (despite the truth in that myth) until he couldn't resist the rest of her offerings
"Could have just what?" Her breath was hot on his face. She smelled of lavender, and it was causing Logan's legs to go weak. "I wouldn't dare whisk you away from your life just to drive you wild in pleasure, letting you drowned in any sexual desire you could imagine with me, willing and able to give you anything you wanted…" He was frozen, practically beside himself in an airless room as Morgana leaned in again. This time she wasn't leaning into either side; her eyes closed to only demure slits as she leaned in, her lips a few hairs width shy of capturing his. "..would give you the world, Logan…"
He couldn't lie to himself as say he wasn't excited by their closeness. He felt two small nubs on on his chest, obviously from where her breasts were pressed together against him. Her excitement was evident to him as she closed the gap between them ever so slowly. Her tail coiled and writhed around him tighter as he felt her lips barely graze against his own…
Only for the slick wetness of her tongue to peak out from behind her pearly teeth, licking from his chin to the top of his upper lip. Logan had remembered to breathe once again, a sharp intake of breath reminded him of the cool wet saliva that Morgana had left in her wake. She pulled back for a moment, looking like a cat that caught the canary with the cheesy smile to boot. She had her lips shut tight, but that smile betrayed her, and a throaty giggle was barely audible as she looked at the petrified expression Logan wore. She released the hand she had been holding and brought it over his shoulder to match the other. Tilting her head so that her horns wouldn't gouge him as she nuzzled her cheek into his neck. Logan only stood there, no longer swaying to the music. Too shocked to move, too entranced to back away, he just let her cling to him affectionately.
"Of course I can be bad for you too, don't forget. But I just can't resist knowing I'll be rewarded with one of those adorable expressions…" She nuzzled into his neck again, humming as if she were a purring cat.
Logan finally felt his reason returning to his body, the experience had sent it flying off into space. He hadn't noticed the change in their dance. The music had changed to the next track, another slow melody with no vocals. He wasn't even moving at this point, just letting the demoness hold onto him. But for the strangest reason he was reluctant to let go of her. The closeness of her body to his felt oddly soothing. The feelings in his limbs came back and he was slightly shocked to find the hand Morgana had let go of had found its way to the middle of her back, pulling her into his embrace while her tail made their lower halves stay snugly together. It had been hard to imagine what he had been doing before this moment, not knowing what being held like this would feel like. Again her reassurance won out against her stunt moments ago; Morgana wasn't holding him down, just keeping him near to her. Even though he found himself very much out of sorts, he didn't feel tied down or trapped by the embrace.
"I am just teasing you Logan...I would never…" She trailed off towards the end. Oddly Logan knew what she meant; she wouldn't violate him like that. If her past behavior hadn't proved that, the last few weeks certainly had. It never ceased to amaze him that while she could easily overpower him at any moment, she gave me a lot of space. More importantly she respected him enough to not push the line too much. Logan had taken notice of that respect more than once since meeting her.
"I know." He finally uttered. "This is just...It's a lot to take in." She held a little tighter onto him. That much was the end of her restraint, she knew if she held on any closer her impulses would drive her to push things further along. For his sake, Morgana knew she could not do that...yet.
She pulled her arms back from around his shoulders, arms almost releasing him. But instead her hands found their way to his face, cupping his face and moving down to his neck, holding his head in place to look at her. He stared back into her eyes, and was surprised to find they were filled with concern, noting at how odd her changes in demeanor were, and how sporadic they came. But again those eyes captured him, and he saw an abyss filled with only her before him. Whereas before he found terror in those eyes from their first meeting, now he felt a curious calm, a sense of ease from her, if not for the concern she was showing on her face.
"Logan…I know you have every reason to resent me...I want to do this properly. That's all I ask for but...do you hate me still?" Oh man, he thought, these changes from heavily sexual to puppy dog adorable is NOT doing me any favors.
He could tell this wasn't a show. She wasn't flinching as she looked at him. He didn't feel as though he was being manipulated to feel sorry for her, beyond what the puppy dog look she had was doing to him. He had his reservations of course, and he still felt wronged by her. But even so, the undeniable truth of her giving him the choice in the matter did speak to him.
"I don't hate you…", he began. He could tell there was a fragile hope budding behind the concern in her eyes. "...I just...I don't know how to put it. I don't hate you."
I just don't know how to trust you. The words stuck like glue in his throat, refusing to budge. Feelings were easy to manipulate. Trust, for Logan, was a privilege she had not completely earned. As much as he found her attractive (he begrudgingly admitted, she was very easy on the eyes), and as much as her actions backed her words, she was still a demon. He doubted there wasn't but one thing on her mind; how to get from here to the bedroom as fast as possible. He needed time to gauge her behavior, if she was really here for him and not trying anything only to end up leaving after he was drained and mindless.
But that seemed to be enough for the demoness, as she closed the gap once again, her growing smile disappearing from his view as she landed her lips on his cheek, lingering there long enough for Logan to feel the soft plumpness of her lips pressing into his cheek. A mere instant in time, and the world seem to stand still for the two of them, then in a whirl she had released him entirely. Leaving him a little off balance at the loss of warmth and body, she moved past him, making for the table and gathering some dishes.
"I'll get the dishes finished up while you hop in the shower. I figured you didn't have any plans for the evening...so maybe a movie night in?" She was holding the pot of the soup as she turned around to face him, unconsciously (or perhaps on purpose, Logan thought) pressing her upper arms together as the pot dangled from her hands. This sent her chest out and up, once again becoming the center of attention for Logan for a moment or two.
It was an awkward moment when Logan was able to peel his eyes away from her sweater covered chest back to eye level, playing innocent except for that tail of hers wagging behind her. "Um….s-sure, why not." She smiled, hopped once and went back to the kitchen, draining the soup into a container and scrubbing the empty pot. "Good," she replied, "because I have waited SO long to understand what the big deal is with that Alien movie you and your dad always talked about."
Logan again stood, a little shocked, and more than confused, but still as a post. He raised a hand and was about to say something, but thinking that it would be better to not rehash just how she knows that just walked back down the hall and made for the bathroom. All the while, Morgana's tail wagged furiously behind her, the blush only evident on her face after Logan was out of sight.
Later
The next few days proceeded much to the same as it had that first full day. Logan would go out for work or classes, and Morgana stayed at home and cooked something for him upon his return. It was an arrangement that greatly appealed to Morgana, as her worries of being forced to find alternative accommodations had crossed her mind. Logan seemed amenable to her presence in his apartment for the time being, and that was all she needed in order to move things along. His unease was evident to her from the start, but she all but forced her presence upon him at any available opportunity, within reason. She purposefully picked scary movies to watch when he was willing, just for the chance to jump and snuggle up to him for comfort. At first it had been a little awkward for him to have her so close again, but the dance they had on their first day had helped to break him in tremendously. By the end of the week and going into next weekend he had all but accepted her presence.
She smirked at her own game as she walked the streets. It was Friday, just over one week since Logan had allowed her into his life in some small facet. In that time she had managed to gain enough of his trust to be allowed access to his apartment at her leisure. He had even encouraged her to get out instead of being cooped up all the time, giving her some of his precious funds to buy some new attire. It had been brought up during one of their nightly talks, which Morgana had taken a great liking to. Once a movie or show had ended, they would sit and talk for a time, about general things such as life and school. She was driven to steer the conversation towards his matters, simply to not overwhelm him with Morgana's lifestyle. It had been mentioned though, that her outfits had consisted mainly of his clothing, and he amended the previous night to have her go shopping for herself while he was out at work for the day.
Even though she had funds of her own (gold and such, but not easily exchangeable at any bank) she was touched he was taking from his own to provide for her, and decided not to smurch his good will with excuses of just needing to find a gold buyer. Instead she endeavored to make herself look more appealing by the act, not just in physical appearance, but in stature as well. After she had given him a hug goodbye (that had taken a few days worth of work, on account of she hugged him with arms, tail, and wings all at once), she made herself presentable by casting a simple illusion spell, Erasing most of her demonic traits like wings, horns, tail, she looked mostly human. A few modifications also allowed her to change her eyes from their black silica to a normal brown, her flawless skin from its bluish hue to normal tan, and her ears from their pointed elvish appearance to regular rounded ones.
Taking the spare key he had left for her, she made her way out of the building to the city below. She had been wandering the streets for several minutes now, wandering for a while and window shopping the few stores that she had passed.
"Still taking too long…" she mumbled to herself. It was at the forefront of her mind, this entire situation with Logan and the need to progress things. Things were alright for the time being, and Logan was at least open to the way things were, and it was rather coupley things they were doing. But it wasn't enough for Morgana, not nearly enough. For her things were beginning to move too slowly, and too rapidly at the same time. The pace of their now budding relationship was fine, and for Logan she was sure it was moving at the perfect pace. For her, Morgana couldn't take the agonizing slow crawl from butterfly kisses to fucking his pelvis into dust.
She had pondered during several of their movie nights just how to make things jump up a gear or two. Her own nature battled for supremacy at times while they were snuggled up on the couch, not quite to something as lewd as handholding (her ultimate public fetish), but laying a head down on his shoulder seemed to be permissible for him, and was just enough to keep her pent up desire in check. But Morgana had reached a limit the other night when his hand accidentally brushed against her outer thigh. She fully knew it was an accident, simply by his reaction and subsequent moving a few scoots away from her, but it didn't matter anymore. The need to be felt, to be desired by him, was slowly taking over her mind. So, she had devised a half-cracked plan to try and spur his deeply buried desires with a little bit of trickery.
Finally, after a few blocks of walking, she had found herself in a financial district. Several large storefronts crowded the streets lined with various shoppers. From man to woman to mamaou, all were bustling into various boutiques, clothing and lingerie storefronts. Taking note of the street name and the intersection, she made for one of the smaller shops that featured "Custom, High Quality Arachne Designs for All Types". The store was called Spindelle, and it featured a small spiders web with pink bow accents on the store sign. Stepping into the building, she saw the depth of the store was going back fairly fair, all the walls lined with large carved out holes large enough for an Ogre to pass through with ease. Inside all the various holes was like a well lit studio, and to each whole was a hard working Arachne, each working on a particular monstergirl creating some sort of outfit.
A young Arachne girl with blood red coloring on her chitling shell approached her after a moment or two of aimless wandering for any clothing.
"Hello, and welcome to Spindelle, is this your first time with us today?" asked the Arachne.
"Yes, actually." replied Morgana. "I've been meaning to get some new clothes, but I need something special but…" She glanced around the store. "...I don't actually see any clothes here?"
"Ahh, it is your first time." chuckled the young spidergirl. "Well, firstly, my name is Laura, and I'd be happy to help you. Would you please follow me?" She turned, making sure to give a wide enough berth for her abdomen to clear and not knock Morgana to the ground. Morgana followed along behind her as instructed, until Laura finally stopped at one of the ground level holes. The inside was well lit, it even had a regular humanoid mannequin with an unfinished outfit on it. Various bottles of dyes lined the shelves and a large pillow sat at the very end of the whole, large enough to be a bean bag for three of four people. Laura took a seat on the pillow, gesturing for Morgana to sit on a small chair next to the pillow.
"So, as I'm sure you noticed," began Laura, "Spindelle does not have any clothing racks of any kind, and that's because every piece of clothing we make is unique, one of a kind, and tailored to fit each customer. And because it's such a precise fit, no one piece will fit another quite the same, so we are sure to meet the exact specifications of your needs so there is no desire to return or decline purchase."
"Wow." was all Morgana was able to reply with.
"Yep!" beamed Laura. "It's the pride of Spindelle to make sure each customer is completely satisfied with their purchases. So, you mentioned you needed a few outfits?"
"Um. Yes…" Morgana replied. "I'm...well I'm not exactly sure what I need. Aside from the standard stuff, tops, bottoms...but I have this..problem and…"
"Ah! Say no more." cut in Laura. "We get that all the time. Trying to woo a man from an attractive mamaou girl, it's common with human girls to feel the need to add a little firepower to their side when getting their man, no need to-"
"No." chimed in Morgana. Realizing that her human illusion was only a hinderance at this point, she unveiled her spell to reveal herself to Laura. The young Arachne sat wide eyed for a moment, clearly startled at the sudden change of appearance. "See, I'm not exactly human, as you can tell."
Laura, for her part, froze for only a moment, before nearly leaping off her pillow to come a little too close to Morgana, hands on the armrests of her chair, her 6 different eyes blinking excitedly. "OH MY MAOU! Are you for real? I've never seen a Demon before, crap I thought you all didn't exist, it's been so long oh my god I AM SO LUCKY!" She quickly turned away from her, making for the opening of her hole and drawing a long curtain in front of it so they had a little more privacy. "I am the luckiest girl here, we haven't had a customer like you in SOO long. If word gets out I made clothing for a Demon, my jobs will SKYROCKET! Have you considered modeling, because if you modelled my clothes I can get you in touch with a photographer, you'd made a killing! You have to HAVE TO let me make your clothes, this is a huge once in a lifetime chance for me pretty please?!"
Morgana hadn't felt so awkward like this in a while. It was true though; most of her kind usually found a man and took him back to their own realm. Though the thought had crossed her mind a time or two with Logan, the thought of dragging him to Hell before his time sounded like a surefire way of shutting his heart off to her for good.
"I just need a few outfits and a few unique items, if that's doable-"
"Consider it DONE!" declared Laura. She begam getting various measuring tapes into her hands, all the while her rear set of legs began moving in a flurry behind her. Jerking her up out of the chair, she poisoned Morgana in the middle of the room and began taking a slew of measurements, all the while muttering to herself and smiling maniacally.
"Wait WAIT, hang on." Morgana cried. Laura had just gotten to the undersoles of her feet, not even taking the time to take off her borrowed tennis shoes in order to measure. She stared up at Morgana hesitantly, twitching to get back to whatever she was doing.
"I need a dress. And I need it to fit my wings too. Can you make that?"
"Ohh. Need something special? A little help to show off the goods?" She smirked a lecherous grin at her as one of her spider legs twitched a bit, and a thin cord tightened in place around her breasts, pulled them up and out ever so gently and electing a soft moan from Morgana at the sudden violation. "Or is it something to entice the ole' ball and chain? Get is rocks hard again and keep him in bed for a bit?"
"I-it's not like that!" she stuttered out. The leering gaze of the Arachne did nothing for her evident blush at the inquiry and the tension on her tits. "I just...it's a long story and I don't think-"
"Nonsense! It is the responsibility of every employee of Spindelle to meet the needs of the customers, and honey, if there is one thing you need right now it is to gossip to a friendly ear. So spill it, what the story with this mystery boy?"
Seeing no reason to hide anything from a kindred spirit (maybe even invasive), she regaled the story in short to Laura, from the moment she first saw Logan to the recent incident at his apartment a few nights ago in the was attentive the whole time, drinking in Morgana's story to its' conclusion.
"Oh my maou that is hot…" She looked like she had just rain a marathon with the amount of speat and panting she was putting off.
"Well that's one way to put it. I just want to make sure it's something he truly wants, not just something he gets caught up in and goes along with. I want real love, not something forced."
Laura nodded firmly, a chitlin finger stroking her chin all the while. "So you want to go for that old school stuff, before mamaou showed up? Yeesh that sounds like a lot of work. Haven't you considered just tying him down and teasing him to the point of begging? That's how I got my man to finally come around." She grinned triumphantly, Morgana only shaking her head at the Arachne's not-so-subtle confession of rape.
"I have, but I know it's important to him to have a say. I always wanted to do things differently, knowing what I am, it's important he have a choice." Laura turned solemn, the grin gone and staring into Morgana's eyes for a moment. Then a sweet smile graced her face, moving to take a hand of Morgana's into her own.
"You really care about him, don't you?"
Morgana only nodded, a small smile coming to her face as she thought of the short time she had with Logan thus far, and how the slow change from distant to acceptance had felt, how rewarding it was to be accepted by him. "Yeah, more than anything."
Laura sat for a moment, thinking to herself, before turning back to the demoness, determination splayed across her features. "Okay honey," she declared, "Just leave everything to me. I'll weave you something that will knock the lights out of him in a heartbeat!"
Before Morgana could react was in a flurry to remove almost all of her clothing and stringing her up in some webbing and suspending her from the ceiling. It took a few minutes of tense shouting to get Laura to release her again.
A Little Later
It had been an hour of intense measurements, then about two or three more for the fittings, but Laura worked well after she calmed down. It turns out Succubi and Demons in particular were rare customers, since they usually just kidnap their man on the spot and subtle seduction was hardly required. Laura explained that it was a market that was hardly tapped into, but the appeal of sensual clothing for enticing men was a special opportunity to expand business. In the end she got three whole bags of clothing that was tailored to fit her perfectly, sometimes baggy and loose, others fit like a second skin. No color was off limits and she easily ended up with interchangeable outfits for every season, 3-4 a piece. Laura had even been nice enough, once she was reasonable again, to hear Morgana relate a shortened version of her story with Logan, and upon finishing, Laura spun up a intricate but easy night dress, something she said "Every woman needs."
It had been a complete success, and even more so since Morgana was able to use her own demon realm gold to pay for it. One quick summon spell from her private supply and she was able to pay for her entire purchase and have plenty of gold left over. She had actually found a reliable friend in Laura, who offered to get Morgana in touch with a photographer to model some of her clothing in exchange for a discount on her purchase, saving her a bundle. Not only that, but she even gave directions for Demonic Gold exchange a few blocks away, and some recommendations for her plans with Logan. She still even had the money Logan left over so she was well off on cash and fully outfitted with the perfect ensemble of clothes.
She thanked Laura profusely, and leaving Spindelle, only got a half block away before Laura and a few other Arachne girls came out of the shop and shouted out to her "Good luck with that man tonight!" She smiled, waving back at them and shouted a thank you back, finally making her way back down the block and towards Logan's apartment. She grinned deviously, almost taken aback by her own luck on finding more than she needed.
"This turned out better than I could have imagined." she said to herself. Morgana was as giddy as could be, carefully squeezing the large white box that held the dress. This was exactly what she needed to get her stuttering relationship with Logan to a more preferred level of intimacy. Nothing like appealing to his human state of mine could do the trick better. She watched the various street signs flash and display the daily occurrences of the city. At last one of these signs flashed the time, 3:22 PM. She had been out later than she expected, but still had about an hour until Logan was off work. Plenty of time to enact her plan…
That Afternoon
Logan made his way back from the bus stop a block away to his apartment. It had been an easy enough shift at work, but long enough to make him fairly bored towards the end. He had found himself free for the evening, not worried about work or school the following day. Finally a chance to relax from it all and just figure things out.
He expected another quiet evening at home, now he found something he had grown accustomed to. As baffling as he would have found his predicament a few months prior, Morgana had been a welcome change in his routine, as much as he was hesitant to admit it. He had found out they were oddly similar, as their talks over the last few nights had shown. She was incredibly smart, moreso than he had given her credit for. There had been a few stories she had brought up even about his days in the chess club though, that still made him concerned at just how much of his life she had witnessed. But it was nothing compared to the initial shock he had taken when she first arrived.
Now that she was here, living on his couch, he felt oddly bad about the living arrangements in his home. She never complained about the arrangement he had made for her, but even so, given all that had transpired so far, he felt that he could at least provide something a little more for her. He could guess what she'd prefer to have in place of the couch for sleeping arrangements, but oddly enough she was true to her word, and she never pressured him into anything. Even the couch it seemed was enough for her, and she always thanked him before going off to bed for letting her stay.
She always cooked for him too, and he was feeling rather bad about that, since he felt as though she was pushing herself to do so while being alone at home all day with nothing to do, waiting for him to come home. She always encouraged him to go to class, and continue with his usual routines, but when he was free and willing he found she ate up his time greedily. What was worse was that he enjoyed it, despite all the reasons he could think of to not he found that her presence in his life was an unexpected gift, and felt he was growing used to her now.
Stepping off the elevator, he actually found himself eager to get into his house to see what she had made him for dinner that night. Maybe even more so, he hoped that she had the chance to run out today and get herself some clothes on him. He didn't mind her borrowing some of his clothes while she was there, but he was sure that she wanted to go out and she clearly didn't have anything here of her own. In their own way, he hopped that they were a way to thank her for the food and clean apartment he came home to everyday.
Stepping inside the apartment, he found the table empty, and the music he expected to hear was also absent. She had gotten through Pink Floyd, Iron Maiden and had just started Genesis that last time he came home, but nothing. Oddly silent, he kicked off his shoes at the door, gave a general "I'm home!" call, but heard no response. He walked through to the main room, finding a few bags next to the couch, clearly clothing bags. One empty box on the couch with some packing paper was a sign of activity. Suddenly the door at the end of his hall opened.
"Logan, welcome home!" She came around the corner, and his jaw practically fell off his face and his the floor. She was in a shoulder sleeve dress, but it looked painted on. If not for the split in the dress that ran up one leg to dangerous heights, he would have really believed it painted on. It had a deep plunging neckline, both of breasts threatening to spill out at any moment, but only contained, and the dress only moved and shuffled in a way that didn't over objectify her. It was like she took a dip in liquid midnight, and the black high heels made her an inch or two taller than he was again, reminding him of their near equal height.
What got him the most was that her wings and tail were on full display, and this gress did not constrict her from being displayed before him in all her glory. Two impressive wings he had not seen since the night she returned furled and pulled in tightly to her form as she walked through the halls, expanding a little once she cleared the hall and was standing before him in the living room. She had even done her hair up, braiding into a long braid that fell over one shoulder. Practically unavoidable, Logan thanked his lucky stars that his pants hid his obvious attraction to the goddess now standing before him.
She smiled, and it was filled with a promise of dangerous sensuality. "Like what you see Logan?" She smiled at him, feeling butterflies in her stomach when he numbly nodded in agreement.
"Good." she replied. "So go along and get dressed. No meal in tonight, you're taking me out."
I was told to that the time between my chapters was too long, so I pumped my lifeblood out of my veins and wrought you this masterpiece of a chapter. I actually think this is a little more fillery than my previous chapter, but it has its charms for sure.
I've found a direction I want to go with and follow, so I should be able to continue to write and produce chapters steadily until I hit the next writer's block. No telling how long that'll be, but hopefully after I complete this story. I hope you guys like what I have for you today.
Again a review, follow or favorite helps me to continue to write, it's a great motivator. If you enjoy what I do let me know. Also if you want to make my monstergirl stories better, consider offering to be a beta reader for me.
Until next time,
-Banis
