Darkstalkers - Aensland Chronicles

Continued from Chapter 2A...
(Please note: scene has changed to Morrigan's "present day" in 1894)
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"So, what did the Shikima Royalty do wit' ye?" Her lover asked.

The Queen of the night looked up at the ceiling and smirked ruefully. "Ach well... Maria, the dear, was remarkably sympathetic, the the King almost as much. She's a bit o' a bad influence on him, ye might say. Marriage as gotten 'im all soft!" She chuckled. "Anyway, the two o' them took me under their wings, so to speak. I spent quite a few years wit' Maria and Seikima, learning meself all that they knew, an' Maria knew quite a bit, bein' as she was some sort of ninjitsu grandmaster... or grandmistress, I should say."

"An' what's this... 'ninjitsu' or whatever?"

"Oh well, I could go on all night just detailing that little art form. You see, there's this island country way off in the Far East that ye've probably ne'er 'erd of called 'Nippon'. An' they've got these warring clans o' Shinobi that train to fight and be sneaky. I won't tell ye no more, since it's nothin' to do wit' me story, but Maria's former clan was called the Miroku, and their womenfolk are taught how to use their charms as weapons, to lure their opponents in and then kill the buggers while their pants are down about their ankles. It's a lot more 'n that, but the point is, this mortal woman had an awful lot to teach even a succubus! An' I made sure to be a good student. I got to train a bit with the King usin' some o' me special succubus abilities too..."

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A few months later...

With a mighty roar, King Seikima sprouted those giant spikes of his, bringing his full might to bear, as he prepared for battle. He could, of course, have taken it a bit easier on the young succubus, but (he claimed) she'd learn a lot more, a lot faster, if she had to repeatedly go up against him at his best.

"Ready Little Succubus?" He smirked.

Morrigan sighed and nodded. "Alright. One more try." She faced Seikima head on and concentrated.

Slowly, (very slowly) her larger wings stretched and began to roll into a more tubular form. Two thick, rudely-shaped tentacles now sprouted from her back, not much longer than her arms. Morrigan eyed them with extreme disappointment. She closed her eyes and concentrated again, straining like a person suffering constipation. When she opened them, her two, crude tentacles were slightly longer and narrower, but still nowhere near as sharply defined or useful as the multiple barbed weapons her mother had employed against her some months ago.

"Dammit! I'm getting nowhere!" Morrigan pouted. "This would be so much easier if I had a few more souls to draw power from."

"Still, you are improving." Maria noted gently from where she sat watching. "You must learn to do more with less power. If you can master the techniques your mother unwittingly demonstrated to you in your present, weakened state, then you will become truly devastating once you have more power to make use of."

"And what would you know about it, mortal!" Morrigan snorted irritably, relaxing her wings back into their normal shape.

"About using a succubus' powers, not a thing. About fighting, a very great deal. One of the prime tenants of my clan's fighting style is to do more with what little one has at one's disposal. Even if a Miroku ninja is disarmed of her weapons, stripped of her protective clothing, and placed in a position of... ahem... considerable disadvantage, we can then become truly devastating to our opponents by way of our unique skills. That is the essence of the Miroku style; when your opponent believes he has already defeated you, and is enjoying the spoils of his victory, that is when he can be most easily defeated."

Morrigan sniffed. "Unfortunately, I don't think my mother will be inclined to 'enjoy my spoils' once she gains the upper hand. She will merely kill me!"

"All the more reason to develop a way of fighting when you are weakened." Maria countered readily. "You must train religiously so that you can fight back effectively even when your opponent believes he or she had already won."

Morrigan crossed her arms under her naked breasts and pouted. "You keep saying that, but without more souls to empower me, I'll never be able to face my mother on even footing. Skills or no skills, how am I to find souls when I'm stuck here in the Shikima Realm, never mind figuring out a way to get back to the Succubae region?"

"There are ways around going through the Succubae Tunnel." Seikima said cryptically. "I will show you how when you are ready."

"I still need to find some powerful souls." Morrigan sighed, then she brightened. "Maria, dear, you look tired. How would you feel about a long, restful, eternal nap?"

Maria smirked. "Now,, de, dear child. You'd have to kill me first to free my soul from my body, which might be a bit... problematic... at your current skill level. Besides which, from what you tell me, you gain the most power from the souls of especially evil mortals, and while I don't claim to be any sort of saint, I don't think I'm quite nasty enough to provide you with much of a meal."

Morrigan hung her head and sighed. It was true. Despite her present associations here in the demon realms, Maria was really a rather kindhearted person, and one who was of much greater help to Morrigan alive than she would be dead.

Morrigan squeaked as a giant hand clamped around her leg.

"If you've got time to think about devouring my wife's soul, you would be better off using it to train!" Seikima growled as he spun Morrigan around and around above his head.

"YAAAAAH! WAIT! I DON'T EVEN HAVE MY TENTACLES OUT!"

"You should have thought about that before dropping your guard around the King, Morrigan dear. You *did* come out here to train with him, remember." Maria said coyly, watching the two as she reclined with her chin resting on one palm.

Seikima let go, sending Morrigan flying into a rock wall.

"NOOOOOO!"

*WHAM!*

"Owie..." Morrigan whimpered as she slid down the rock face.

Maria winced. "That's going to leave a mark."


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"'ere now! I thought ye said ye all made friends wit' each other? What's this about eatin' Lady Maria's soul and the King throwing ye into a wall?" Her lover frowned in concern.

"Oh it was all in good fun!" Morrigan insisted, a wry smile tugging her lip as she remembered fond times. "Seikima and I were demons after all. Ye cannae expect the likes o' we to play gentle-like."

"Hmph! Well, I'd 'ope ye were a mite more gentle when ye trained wit' Maria. She was only a mortal lass, right?"

"HAH!" Morrigan snorted. "Mortal though she was, that ninja woman was a far sight tougher than me, at least at the time I be tellin' ye about. Besides, the trainin' Maria gave me was a bit more o' the sensual nature, if ye take me meaning."

Her lover's eyebrow raised, a sly grin curling his lip. "Indeed? Might I be pressin' ye to share a bit o' *that* trainin' schedule wit' me?"

She grinned like a cat, and stretched much the same way. "Well now, me fool, I suppose I *could* let ye in on the sordid details, but then I'd get ye all worked up and we'd 'ave to 'ave another go or two... an' I'd probably ne'er get 'round to finishing up me tale."

He made a show of looking indignant. "'ere now! I've a wee bit of restraint somewhere in me. I think I can 'old meself back from throwin' ye down on the sheets... if I've a mind to."

"Aye, but I don't think *I'd* be able to." Morrigan smirked. "I'm a *succubus*, dear fool. 'Restraint' t'ain't normally in our job description."

He grinned. "Aw well, ye can give it yer best, an' we'll see what occurs, eh?"

"I think I've 'ad me fill of ye... for the moment at least. 'ow would ye feel if I just skipped that part and went on wit' the story?"

He sighed. "I ne'er could say no t' ye, me Love. Go on an' tell whatever part o' yer story suits yer mood."

Morrigan lay down on her front, looking over her shoulder to give him a sidelong smirk. "Ne'er fear, me randy fool. The night is yet a young one. There'll be time enough for old tales to be told *and* new ones to be made."

"Ye've a poet's tongue, me Love, as talented as it may be at other tasks."

She giggled and swatted at him. "Enough, ye blasted fool! I'm goin' on wit' me tale!"

"Aye, go ahead then." He smirked.

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Three years in the Shikima realm had left their mark on the young succubus. Morrigan had lost what remained of her 'baby fat', both through the passage of time and intense physical training. She was a fully-grown and matured succubus woman now, and the slightly childish sweetness of her soft face had given way to a stately adult beauty. In point of fact, she looked a lot like her mother, though it was doubtful she would have appreciated the comparison.

On this day, Morrigan was again facing off with the Shikima king. Unlike the many, many times previous, this time she carried a bit more confidence in her posture.

Seikima growled as he sprouted his mighty horns, preparing himself for intensive combat. He set himself in a combat stance; knees bent, fists cocked at his hips. It was a stance of power and strength.

Morrigan's stance, by contrast, spoke more of grace and poise. Her weight rested only on the balls of her feet, preparing her to move at a moment's notice.

The King charged, lashing out with a fierce punch that could crush boulders. Morrigan danced out of the path of his strike, spinning on one foot in a tight pivot, and lashing out at his knee with a lightning-fast kick.

The king's knee buckled, but he was far from seriously hurt. He swung a mighty left hook at her, but the nimble succubus leapt completely over the blow. Before she'd come here, she might have stretched out her wings to hover briefly just beyond his reach, but now she knew better. That moment of hesitation was a moment her opponent could use to recover his balance. Instead she performed a tight roll in the air and lashed out at his head with a fierce descending kick.

The king blocked the blow with his forearm, though anyone watching could tell (by the fact that his massive limb moved and entire inch) that there was a great deal of power in her strike.

It was a new style Morrigan fought with now, taught to her by Maria. Her previous techniques were learned almost entirely from mortal male opponents, who were fighting against their female love interests whom Morrigan had impersonated. Though she had been able to adapt their moves to her different balance, it was a primarily male style that Morrigan had been fighting with; a style that catered to the physical advantages a man had over a woman.

The style Maria taught her was meant to be used by a female, catering to the unique strengths of a woman's body. Kicks were favoured over punches, since a woman's legs were stronger. Maria's style also took full advantage of a woman's different centre of balance. The way Morrigan had been fighting before was more than adequate to deal with mediocre opponents of little to average skill levels, but poorly suited to fighting opponents who out-powered her. Strength had been subverted for speed; grace substituted for power.

Now, as she fought, Morrigan did not attempt to match Seikima blow for blow, to meet his great strength with her own, insufficient power. Rather, she was focused upon dodging all his slower strikes, and peppering him with multiple, lighter blows in return.

Her stamina had improved considerably, but it was still not enough to outlast the mighty Seikima. She could not keep up her highly acrobatic movements for as long as he could stand still and absorb her blows. She effortlessly changed tactics.

Morrigan came to rest a few paces from Seikima, who lunged at her. She concentrated, and her flexible wings erupted in an explosion of fine, barbed tentacles. Half of these curled down and buried themselves in the ground, anchoring themselves. The other half curled up, forming a tight weave between the others; a wall of defense.

Seikima's lunge punch slammed into the black wall of tentacles, which, rather than remaining tightly rigid, bent slightly with the force of his blow, absorbing the impact like a thick pad of rubber.

The moment Seikima lost his forward momentum, Morrigan's tentacles ensnared his outstretched arm like living snakes. With a few still anchored in the ground to provide stability and leverage, Morrigan cracked her gripping tentacles like a whip, sending the huge demonlord flying through the air.

Just because she was not as strong as he, was no reason to think that Morrigan was weak, and in the last year, her tentacles had become significantly stronger than her slender arms. ven ven as the mighty Shikima king tumbled in mid-air, denied the strength and stability of contact with the ground (which his more earth-based fighting style depended on) Morrigan was already in the air again. Her tentacles whipped around her in a spiral, then coalesced beneath her feet in an almost drill-like pattern. She dropped this 'drill' directly into the middle of the king's back, driving him painfully into the ground.

In the fraction of a second before her spiraling tentacles had made contact with Seikima, Morrigan had intentionally flattened the barbed tips into a blunter form. This was not a battle to the death; it was a training match. A demon as tough as Seikima might not have died from such a blow, but it would certainly produce a serious wound. She doubted Maria would appreciate her student being so rough with her dear husband.

As it was, Seikima grunted in pain as he hit the ground, and he lay there, twitching. Morrigan backflipped off of him, and stood to his side. The Shikima king did not seem able to rise.

Clapping sounded from behind Morrigan, and she turned to see Maria applauding her. She retracted her tentacles back into their normal, winged shape.

"Excellent Morrigan! You've finally bested the king. It seems all of my hard work had borne fruit." She smiled slyly.

Morrigan raised an eyebrow, but she couldn't keep a small smile of pride from her own lips. "Intending you no disrespect, Sensei, I should think my development of skill has even more to do with *my* efforts to improve myself than your own."

"True enough." Maria grinned. "And what say you, dear husband? Are you not impressed with our little protégé's progress?"

Seikima, lying on his front, snorted. "I suppose she's not quite so pathetic as she was when she first showed up here. Still..." He rolled with surprising quickness for a person his size, sending a huge backfist hurtling towards the relaxing succ' he' head.

Immediately, Morrigan's tentacles flared to life, weaving together to block his strike.

Seikima chuckled and stood, grinning at the wary young succubus. "In addition, you've learned not to let your guard down. You have indeed trained well, child."

Morrigan retracted her tentacles (though she continued to keep an eye on Seikima, in case he decided to 'test' her again). "Enough that you will stop calling me 'child', Shikima King?" She asked with a raised eyebrow.

The realm rang with Seikima's deep, booming laughter. "Ask me that again in a thousand years, young succubus. Though your skill has improved to the degree where you can match me in straight combat, I have a great many other resources to draw upon which will bring you defeat time and time again. You are not my better just yet, child."

Morrigan scowled at him. "This from the big oaf who was just now picking himself up off the ground?"

He grinned down at her. "Indeed."

Morrigan assumed a fighting stance once more. "Shall we go another round then, to decide the matter?"

Seikima folded his arms, and turned to his wife. "What do you think, Maria?"

The Shikima Queen smirked coyly. "Well, a little dose of humility never hurt anyone."

Seikima grunted an affirmative, then spread his feet slightly. "Ready?" he asked the scowling young succubus.

Morrigan snarled and charged, intending to knock him back with a fierce kick before employing her tentacles again.

Seikima took one quick step back, and her kick sailed through empty air. He snatched her leg up in one hand. Morrigan, dangling in the air, cursed and prepared to unleash a vicious assault with her tentacles...

...except she was suddenly distracted my a soft hand which gently caressed her cheek. It was a simple, tender touch, but when done by a grandmistress of sexcraft like Maria, it became intensely erotic.

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Author's note: *Sigh...* I was right. Keeping this R-rated *is* too hard! We're going hardcore in a moment. In future chapters, I won't even bother with this last-minute warning. -_-
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"W-w-what?" Morrigan stammered, her brain struggling unsuccessfully to remain in combat mode.

"You can still be distracted, my student, even in the midst of combat." Maria cooed, taking the upside-down succubus' pretty face in both hands and kissing her deeply.

"Quite easily," Seikima added, as he brought his free hand between the dangling girl's legs, stroking her naked sex with his thick fingers, "but then again, you *are* a succubus. A high libido is part of your nature. Suppressing it is almost impossible for you."

"N-no fair!" Morrigan cried, as Maria broke the kiss and moved one hand up to tweak her nipple. "You can't double-team me like this! AHH!" She gasped as one of the king's thick fingers darted into her lubricating pussy.

"There's nothing 'fair' about fighting demons, young Morrigan. Rules are something humans choose to fight by, and even then, there are a great manny exceptions." Seikima said seriously. "The sooner you get over this obsession with 'fighting fair' the sooner you will become a truly devastating opponent."

Morrigan, gritting her teeth as she tried to resist the intense sensations the couple were evoking in her traitorous body, scowled at the grinning woman in front of her. "S-seems like I was right, Seikima! You cAN'T beat ME by yourSELF!" She taunted as her voice trembled with spikes of pleasure.

"Seikima and I are one." Maria explained as she continued assaulting Morrigan's nervous system. "You see Morrigan, one of any husband's most effective and versatile resources he may freely draw upon is his wife, and visa versa. Maybe someday you'll find someone for yourself, and understand what I mean."

"S-succubae don't m-marry." Morrigan whimpered, as Seikima added another finger.

"Neither do Shikima, traditionally." Seikima chuckled. "Yet I've found such an odd union only strengthens me."

Pouting, Morrigan gave up her ineffective attempts at resistance. "I hate you both." She muttered.

"We're quite fond of you too, Morrigan-chan." Maria grinned and kissed her again. She looked past the dangling succubus at her husband. "Dear, why don't you turn her around and show her what's waiting for her?"

Seikima grunted and rotated his grip on Morrigan's ankle. As she was turned, she came face to head with his mighty erection, thrusting forth from his shock of hair.

"Eep!" She squeaked, her eyes widening. The king of the Shikima tribe of sex demons was indeed 'royally endowed'. His cock was as big around as her leg at the knee, and as long as her shin. He put the size of the last demonlord she'd mounted, Lord Argon, to shame. "Y-you're not really going to..."

"Oh yes, we are indeed." Maria smirked. "If I were you, I'd soak that big thing in spit before you sit on it, not that you aren't producing a small flood down there all by yourself!"

The young succubus gulped, then slowly opened her mouth, craning her neck to bring the huge cockhead to her lips. Once the tip was in her mouth, Maria pushed firmly on the back of her head, driving the mighty cock all the way to the back of Morrigan's throat.

The succubus had experienced quite a lot of rough and varied sex in her young life thus far, so she was no stranger to deep-throating. However, she'd never tried to get something of such massive girth down her neck before. For the first time in years, she actually gagged on a cock. With the aid of Maria's firm-yet-gentle pressure, Seikima's huge dick slowly sank into the young succubus' extremely tight throat.

Morrigan knew that swallowing such a huge tool was humanly impossible (though Maria might have disagreed on that point) so she desperately drew on her shapeshifting abilities to morph her esophagus into a larger shape. She barely managed it. She had only one soul from which to draw her demonic energies, and though she'd mastered manipulating her wing-tentacles in such a low-power state, she'd never had to change her throat before. It was a little like asking a star soccer player to break the record for shot-putting.

Though Morrigan managed to ensure that her throat did not rupture or bleed, it remained an extremely tight fit. Seikima didn't mind this at all, and groaned loudly as he slowly moved his mighty erection back and forth into her face, sliding deeper and deeper with each thrust. Maria held the back of Morrigan's head to provide the needed stability. When Seikima was buried in her throat all the way, he could feel her tight lips surrounding his base, and his heavy balls (each the size of a Florida orange) touched her brow. When he started moving at greater speeds, Morrigan had to squeeze her eyes tightly shut against their impact, hoping she wouldn't end up with two black eyes.

Eventually the king, with a long groan, pulled his huge, throbbing member all the way out of her mouth. Morrigan coughed and gulped in air. His shaft had been so thick in her throat, she hadn't been able to draw the slightest bit of air through her nose. She might have died if he hadn't decided to give her a break. 'Then again', she thought lustily, 'there are worse ways to go.'

A Shikima's touch causes and aphrodisiac-like effect in females, and the Shikima King was certainly no exception to this. Anger and fear had been pushed to the back of young Morrigan's mind, easily ignored whispers in the face of her screaming lust!

She wanted that huge cock inside of her. It was probably going to hurt a fair bit, but she didn't care! She needed it now!

Morrigan got her unspoken wish. Seikima righted her and pushed the light-headed succumbus into his wife's waiting arms. Maria reached down and pulled Morrigan's left leg up to her chest, baring her juicy little pussy for the great king. With her other hand, Maria squeezed and fondled Morrigan's full breast, occasionally pinching and tugging on the stiff nipple.

The 19-year-old succubus girl was panting with desire as the king grabbed her ass in his huge hands, and lifted her towards his trembling lance. Without even the need of a hand to guide him, he pressed the grapefruit-sized head of his cock against her soft neither lips.

At first it seemed like it wouldn't go in. He mashed her outer lips flat with his massive cockhead, crushing but not penetrating. Then Morrigan's well-trained cunt finally allowed his blunt tip to set itself at the entrance to her dripping passage. That was all it took. With a mighty yell, Seikima stabbed his weapon home, piercing a full four inches into her undersized vessel. Morrigan screamed loudly, whether in pain or pleasure, even she didn't know for certain.

Seikima thrust again, and another few inches sank into the succubus' snug passage. It was so tight for his massive member, even his inhuman strength couldn't force anymore of his cock inside of her.

Still, if you don't succeed...

The king jabbed forward again, and Morrigan screamed again. She thought she was going to die as another two inches impaled her! Yet, Seikima was not finished. He thrust forward with all his strength again, and again.

Morrigan was sobbing when she finally felt his furry groin touch her hairless pussy lips. The head of his ridiculously large cock had penetrated her cervix, and was now filling her womb. His goal accomplished, Seikima paused to rest a moment, and Morrigan took the time to focus her meager shape-shifting skills towards her impaled innards. Her organs were raw and tender, but she managed to stretch them just a little, easing her pain and allowing her to better enjoy the feeling of being so incredibly filled.

As her sobs quieted, and her breathing slowed down somewhat, Seikima judged it was time to get going again. He pulled his enormous cock back, slowly drawing it out until just the head was wedged inside her still very tight orifice. Morrigan gasped loudly as he moved. It felt as though her insides were trying to pull out along with his member. Only her high degree of lubrication prevented this sensation from becoming a bloody reality.

She realised that she was not even bleeding inside. That was amazing, all things considered, despite the fact that she'd not had a true hymen to tear since she was four. It seemed her efforts at expanding her vessel were helping her, if only a little.

Seikima thrust home again, slowly sinking his cock into her deepest depths once more. Morrigan screamed again, but this time it was a cry of pleasure more than one of pain. He pulled back again, slightly faster than before, and thrust deeply into her again as well. Gradually, aided by her vaginal loosening and her freely flowing lubricants, he increased his speed until he was well and truly fucking her!
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Maria was struggling to hold Morrigan's upper half up as her husband began slamming into the young succubus harder and harder. Seeing her difficulty, Seikima grasped Morrigan's slender waist in both his huge hands, and pulled her body against him. The moaning succubus threw her slender arms around his thick neck and allowed him to bounce her up and down on his huge member, as if her body weighed nothing to him. She noticed that, unlike Lord Argon, Seikima restrained himself from digging his claw-like fingernails into her flesh; most likely a habit he'd needed to develop when fucking his mortal wife. Morrigan was relieved, as she was pretty sure she wouldn't be able to spare the energy to regenerate wounds until a long while after the king was done with her.

The sensations brought on by the huge cock plunging violently into her tight pussy were incredible! Morrigan came and came! Soon she was so worked up that she was experiencing one long, continuous orgasm, peaking in little spikes of intensity with each stroke of his mighty organ!

Maria watched it all, wearing a wicked grin as she played with herself.

He continued to fuck Morrigan's brains out for the better part of an hour. He could have gone longer, but he was starting to worry about her ability to recover. He came with a roar, exploding into her depths like a firehose! Hot, thick, gooey demon cum splattered Morrigan's overstuffed cunt, soaking both their thighs liberally. Apparently, he had a semen storage capacity that mirrored the enormous size of his sex organ. He held her there, impaled on his erupting shaft until he was finished. Finally, he pulled her off his cock with a groan and laid her gently on the ground.

Morrigan lay there, panting and twitching, totally fucked out. Not even her orgy with the 30 Shikima three years ago had left her feeling this drained.

Maria, who had long ago divested herself of what little clothing she wore, licked her lips hungrily and crawled over to her husband, kneeling between his legs. She relished each lick as she cleaned his slowly shrinking cock with her tongue. It took some time, as there was quite a bit of surface area to cover. When she finished to her satisfaction, shened ned to the limp, groaning succubus girl, bending down between her twitching thighs, and began to clean Morrigan as well.

The exhausted girl would have been quite happy to take a raincheck on the extra stimulation of Maria's talented tongue. Her pussy lips felt like they were numb and vibrating, and were extremely sensitive to the older woman's touch. She flinched and squirmed, but Maria would not be denied her meal. At least the Shikima Queen made an effort to go easy on Morrigan, keeping her licks slow and firm, rather than quick, teasing flicks which would have tingled the succubus' raw nerve endings somewhat uncomfortably.

When Maria finally finished, she noted that her husband had lain back against a smooth rock to relax and watch the show. With a motherly smile, she scooped up the exhausted girl and laid her down beside Seikima, letting her snuggle up against his side with her head on his broad chest. Then Maria took a similar position on her husband's other side.

Life can get pretty laid-back in the Shikima realm, especially if you were royalty with little to do. The three friends dozed the afternoon away.

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Morrigan found that recounting that extremely intense coupling with the Shikima King and his wife had re-ignited her passions. She felt a pleasant warmth flow through her body, and she could feel that her pussy was lubricating again. A glance at her flushed lover informed her that he had regained his rock-hard erection, and also was in the mood to return to their usual activities.

Still, despite how horny she felt, she was still the Queen of the Night, the greatest succubus who ever lived. Seduction was her stock and trade.

"An' what did ye think of that little episode, me fool?" She teased.

As an answer, he growled and jumped on her like a crazed beast, throwing her onto her back and devouring her breasts with his lips and tongue. Morrigan grinned in satisfaction at working him up into such a frenzy. Feeling like being indulged, she grabbed his head in both hands and shoved him down between her spread thighs. He obediently began tonguing her moist petals.

"Ah! Yer nae half bad at that, don't ye know!" Morrigan whispered and sighed as his talented tongue ignited her body with sensation.

With the memories of Seikima's mighty cock still fresh in her mind, Morrigan didn't wait too long before moving on, and in a few minutes, she was making fresh marks in her lover's back with her fingernails, as he thrust savagely into her greedy cunt.


An hour later, as they lay spent once more, Morrigan noted the amber crack of the approaching dawn in the window. Sunlight was not fatal to her kind, as it was to vampires, but she did feel more comfortable in the darkness that was her element. So like a vampire, she tended to sleep during the day, and come out to play after sundown. It was time for her to head back to her castle.

Her lover stirred as she rose and conjured her preferred scandalous outfit to form over her skin.

"Are ye leavin' me now, me Love?"

"Aye." Morrigan smirked at him over her shoulder. "The night be ending, and I'm away to be home."

He sat up, his big brown eyes looking at her in poorly hidden disappointment. "An' when will ye be back, do ye think?"

She looked away from those moist orbs, silently cursing herself for allowing such feelings to rise in her heart just for a foolish man's eyes. She said nothing of her inner turmoil, but shrugged indifferently instead. "Oh, I dinnae know. Whene'er the whim strikes me I s'ppose."

His sad face grew into a knowing smirk. "I dinnae think you'll be long about it. Tonight or the next one, most likely."

She looked at him over her smooth, bared shoulder and frowned. "An' what makes ye think that, ye damned fool!" She snapped.

He grinned. "Well now, ye've gone and left yer tale half-told. Ye'll be coming back around in short order to tell me the rest of it, won't you now?"

She jerked her head away, turning up her nose arrogantly. "Not a chance in all the hells, ye blasted idiot! I'll nae be here this coming night, nor tomorrow's! An' when I do get bored enough to wander back this way, I'll be tellin' ye more o' the tale or not, depending on me whims. Yer no sort important enough to be telling me what to do, ye worthless mortal!"

His grin never faded. "Oh, most certainly not, me beautiful Queen! It'd ne'er crossed me mind to be givin' ye orders, nor would it ever."

She gave him a curt nod. "An' see that it stays that way, or I'll be devouring yer weakling soul the next time I'm here."

"I'm sure ye will..." he said, only half-seriously. She tossed her hair and put one foot on his windowsill, intending to depart.

"However..." He began.

She stopped half-way through the window, and glared over her shoulder at him.

"Ye'll still be back to tell me the rest o' the story in a day or two." He grinned shamelessly.

Morrigan, immortal Queen of the Night, rolled her eyes and snorted. "Idiot mortal... think whate'er ye fancy! I'm leavin'!"

"Safe passage to ye, me Love!" He called cheerfully, as she flew away into the grey dawn. He watched her go until she was out of sight, then he smiled, shook his head, and returned to his bed for some much-needed sleep.


Morrigan did not come to him that night, nor the next. Apparently, his prediction was wrong, and her choice not to come was her unmistakable message to him of how little she truly thought of him and his foolish protestations of love!

She came on the third night instead.

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End Chapter Two.


Alright, it's a damned lemon now! Are you happy? -_-

Oh well, I'm not disappointed with it, quality-wise. I think I have at least a vague plan for where I'm going with this, or if not that, at least some ideas of events which should happen farther down the timeline. Now we see if I can get from B to E without being corny. :P That's always been a bit of a challenge for me as a writer. I have brilliant scenes worked out in my head, but it's hard to fill in the spaces between, and still keep the quality up at a level I'm happy with.

And yes, I'm aware that I'm screwing up the LBG timeline. I'm not completely sure how or if I can fit Maria's daughters into this at the moment. I'll worry about it if it becomes relevant. At the moment, I'm considering Miko, Miyu, and the rest of the LBG cast not having any roles in this story. I don't think I need them, and the fact that we're still in the 1700s somewhere makes the inclusion of Tokyo "city girls" more than a little problematic.

I guess that's all for my notes this time.

Ja na!
-Ron Hino

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