Another two weeks had passed since the shopping trip. Shuma-Gorath had paid three visits to the Demon World in that time, with another battle being a highlight among them.
Morrigan was held up in the air, tentacles wrapped around her limbs and left breast. Her desperate moans filled the bedroom while the tentacles filled her good.
"Are you satisfied yet?" Shuma-Gorath asked. Moans were her only answer. "A true succubus, I see."
Morrigan's voice rose to a joyful sigh, and delight beyond words surged through her. Shuma-Gorath ceased his movement, to let her catch her breath.
Shuma-Gorath resumed soon. A mere minute was all it took before Morrigan cried out again. "My mouth, in my throat!"
Shuma-Gorath was quick to comply, eagerly shoving a tendril into her mouth. He felt her tongue lick hungrily, an unusual greeting.
Their new session was finished soon, as was Morrigan. The elder god let her down on the bed .
Her chest heaved for sweet air. A weary smile graced the demon queen's face. Her breath slowed steadily, and she began to feel her sweat.
"Your skill keeps improving. I think I'm quite satisfied for now," she told him.
"I am pleased to hear that," he answered while she got off the bed.
"You're welcome to take a look around while I take a bath," she offered him.
"No, I think I will take my leave," he replied, and vanished without a hint of magical effect.
The elder god instantly emerged into his lower plane, a subspace of the universe that he had... corrupted, perhaps. Its atmosphere would kill a normal human who set foot here.
A corridor of bookcases met his eye. The bookcases all had ten shelves and were filled aplenty. The corridor led further into a left and right paths onward.
Shuma-Gorath began floating forward, idly perusing his collection. A Shi'ar history volume caught his eye, and he telekinetically picked it up.
While he mentally flipped the pages, his thoughts wandered to and fro. "What next... perhaps plan conquering this universe? No, all in due time."
Shuma-Gorath turned another page, and spent a moment on reading. "Perhaps I might redesign my human form, if ever I have need."
Another few minutes passed before Shuma-Gorath returned the book to its spot. He perused a few philosophy books next, from Earth and elsewhere.
An hour had passed since Shuma-Gorath had left the Makai dimension.
Morrigan was seated on her throne, garbed in a white shirt and red pants. Her servants Lucien and Mundo were with her, along with a small line of visitors.
"Next, please," Morrigan called for.
A purple woman stepped forward. She was of unremarkable height and had a third arm on her left side, watching Morrigan with four crimson eyes. She was garbed in white clothes.
"I'm a messenger from the Adu village," Zabotis reported. "Things have calmed, but we'd like to have some reinforcements just in case. What do you command?"
Morrigan pursed her lips. "I will deploy one-or-two-hundred soldiers, but I also want them reserved for defensive action. Is that agreeable with your regent?"
Zabotis wasn't convinced. "It is, your majesty." She turned to take her leave.
On Morrigan's right, Lucien smiled. "Belial would be proud to see you so diligent."
The next visitor was a serpentine woman with blue scales. Three golden eyes were set on her face. "I am Crocell, Lady Aensland, a messenger from the proud city Hadena. My report is simply that peace reigns in my home."
Morrigan smiled. "Ah, easy business. Always a relief."
Crocell departed the throne room, while Morrigan gave Lucien a curious look.
"Remind me, where is Hadena again?" she inquired. "So many places to keep track of."
"Second city in the east," Lucien reported. "Roughly one-hundred-fifty kilometers away. Shall I prepare the maps for you?"
Morrigan was silent for a moment. "Yes, Lucien, please do. Thank you for your service, as always." Lucien returned a smile, and headed to the left stairs.
The next visitor was a yellow-skinned muscular man, dressed only in purple pants.
"Salutations, Lady Aensland," the yellow man greets. "I am Zago, and I have been sent here to give an invitation. Count Karna of Balam is getting married, you see. What be your answer?"
Morrigan smiled. "Give the happy couple my congratulations, and that I will gladly attend. When is it?"
"Next year on the 18th of June," Zago answered.
Morrigan looked to Mudo, who spoke before she could ask, "Take note, I shall, milady." The one-eyed demon quickly wrote it down.
Zago turned and departed. In turn, another creature stepped in — a dress-garbed gray woman with two heads, side by side. A pair of jet-black feathery wings jutted from her back.
"Greetings, Lady Aensland," Raga said, a little bit nervous to see Morrigan. "Countess Zabotis of Tagar has sent me to notify you that Tagar's bandit problem is settled. The reinforcements are ready to return on your command."
Morrigan mulled it over briefly. "Please deliver this message from me. The soldiers has one week's leave in Tagar, before they are expected to return to the barracks. Is that understood?"
"Yes, your majesty," she replied, then left like the others.
The next arrival was a blue-skinned man garbed in red-and-white formal robes. A curving pair of orange horns jutted from his temples, while two scarlet eyes looked coldly at the succubus on the throne.
Morrigan recognized him at once. "You are Gaap Voshtal, if memory serves. The youngest son of Galnan, and alone today."
"That's correct," Gaap said neutrally. "Let's cut to business. I have been sent to negotiate the House of Voshtal becoming vassals to the Aenslands."
Morrigan frowned. "Vassal status. That's... a bit unexpected, although I'll be happy to accept it."
Gaap sighed. "As you may know, the Voshtal house has fallen behind while the Dohma clan is burdened by Jedah's absence. As such, we think our best best is serving your house, for compensation."
"I see," Morrigan answered indifferently. It had been a while she checked up on the rival families. "I'm available for discussing terms this evening. I hope we can reach an agreement."
"So do I," he agreed, allowing a mild smile.
Morrigan looked to a random servant. "Please escort Sir Voshtal to a guest bedroom. And I mean an actual guest bedroom, not a cell."
"Of course milady," the servant agreed, then gestured towards a doorway on the room's right side.
Gaap followed her to the door, and the servent opened for him. They were soon out of sight.
"Sure of this, are you?" Mudo asked in his oddball way. "Rivals of the Aenslands, the Voshtals have long been."
"I see the risk of this being a trick, Mudo," she assured him. "If this is genuine, then we've pacified one of the two rival families. If it isn't, then nothing changes."
Mudo was mostly appeased by that. "Trust in you, I shall."
Morrigan smiled, then turned to the line. "Will the next one please step forward?"
In such fashion went the next hour of Morrigan's life. Once the last visitor had departed, she breathed a sigh of relief.
"I will never understand how father handled this routine," she complained to Mudo.
Mudo smiled apologetically. "Learn for centuries, Belial did. Also in time, you shall."
Morrigan rose from her seat. "I will be taking my rest, Mudo. If any arrivals drop by, instruct them to return tomorrow."
Without waiting for a reply, she walked away from the throne-room. Mudo bowed slightly, then watched his queen take her leave.