Morgana Godfrey

“Right…” Thalia had nearly forgotten that Morgana had visited her parents in the past. There had always been a part of her that wondered whether she was telling the truth about those visits. Did her parents really not miss her one bit? Were they still disappointed with who she turned out to be? Unfortunately, she had to admit that Morgana’s reports were not entirely implausible. Her parents loved to mingle with other powerful succubi and her step-mother especially never made a secret out of the enjoyment she took in disciplining her illegitimate daughter. The redhead looked up at the woman, hesitating to ask if she had any news of them since. At last, Thalia decided to keep the question to herself, though the uneasiness was clearly written across her face.

“This was my change of scenery”, the girl protested, well aware that Morgana would not only disagree but also ridicule her for the choices she had made. Even her apartment was a stark contrast to her home: Less than half the size, second-hand furniture, not even a fully installed kitchen yet. It was a less-than-average but ultimately cheap student dorm. “Please”, Thalia urged her and allowed her tears to dwell up. Accepting her status as a slave had been the only effective way of winning Morgana’s favour in the past. “Please let me stay here. I’m begging you. I need this place, I- I just got settled in”

#Thalia #Morgana #Thalia:1

Morgana observed Thalia's emotional plea with a mixture of amusement and contempt, her lips curling into a cruel smirk as she took another leisurely drag from her cigarette. The girl's desperation only served to reaffirm Morgana's dominance over her, fueling her own sense of superiority.

"You, choosing your change of scenery, you say?" Morgana's voice was laced with thinly veiled sarcasm, her tone dripping with mockery as she regarded Thalia with a disdainful gaze. "What possibly makes you think you have the ability to make such a decision. You truly have a knack for choosing the lowest of the low, don't you, dear?"

With a dismissive wave of her hand, Morgana rose from her seat, the smoke from her cigarette trailing behind her like a sinister shadow as she approached Thalia with predatory grace. Reaching out to grasp Thalia's arm with a vice-like grip as she pulled her to her feet. "Come, dear," she said smoothly, her voice dripping with false sweetness. "It's time to return to your rightful place. There's much work to be done, and I won't suffer any more of your pathetic excuses."

Thalia stood speechless and paralysed in front of the Mistress. Despite her best preparations, she was unable to deny the facts that were laid out to her. In this instant, all her personal growth and professional accomplishments she had achieved in the previous months seemed to evaporate. Morgana’s outlook stripped away their meaning. Except for the environment, it felt as if she was back at the Institute already with all its rules and punishments. She found herself reaching out to examine her neck, her fingers resting on her collarbone as if to confirm that the collar was indeed gone. “My father is an incubus”, she whispered quietly as if it made any difference. “Maybe…” Maybe she was half succubus!? Thalia knew as well as the other that this was impossible. If it had been so, her powers would have shown already.

It also frightened her to hear that Morgana already spoke of them as a collective. When she suggested the Institute, she certainly had not intended to return with her. But it was one sentence in particular that took her breath away once again. “Oslo!?”, the girl exclaimed incredulously. “But… What about- What about me? I have a job here and a home and-” -and she really did not want to leave. Munich was the first place where she had been entirely on her own, where she thought things would change. Even if this turned out to be false, this environment gave her comfort. Yet things were continuing on an even more horrendous note. “N-No, I don’t want any part in that. I wouldn’t want this life for anyone else”, she admitted nervously. “The people here… They’re not used to this. They’re innocent”

#thalia #thalia:1 #Morgana

Morgana watched with a mix of satisfaction and amusement as Thalia grappled with the harsh realities of their intertwined fates. With a languid movement, Morgana fished a cigarette from her purse before tapping it on the table a few times between her slender fingers. "I know exactly who your father is," she remarked dismissively, her tone dripping with disdain. The succubus could recall meeting with her parents some time ago, even. "But bloodlines mean nothing in the grand scheme of things. If anything, that just makes you more of a perfect object for me to use," she added.

Morgana then retrieved her lighter, it's golden case shimmering in the afternoon light. The flicker of the flame casting sinister shadows across her features as she took a leisurely drag, the smoke curling around her like tendrils of darkness. As Thalia protested, Morgana's smirk widened, the predatory gleam in her eyes intensifying. "A change of scenery might do you good, dear," she added, dismissing her reasons for wanting to be left alone. Morgana had a position there waiting for her, and while she didn't need the money that came with it, it was much more about filling her time. "It's a good thing that your feelings on this matter are irrelevant then. I guess you'll have to learn to like your new surroundings," she said with a simple shrug.

Misguided.

Morgana had a strange talent for hurting people, seemingly without trying. Thalia remembered when she forced her to drink alcohol against not only her own but also her mother’s will – the only person who had any form of resemblance to the succubus. She remembered the scars on her legs she still carried from being made to kneel on glass. But to hear from her that a normal life was never meant for her hurt just as much. Because she had lived a life of servitude for as long as she could remember, she felt that Morgana spoke the truth, and that things would doubtless continue in this depressing vein as far as one could foresee. As this fact sank in, Thalia for the first time today became less nervous about Morgana and more so about herself. What if she was tainted in some subtle but essential way?

“Why me?”, she finally voiced what she had been thinking all along. If there was an answer to be had, ironically, this woman would be the one to give it to her. “You left the school years ago. If you wanted me, you could have claimed me then” The redhead was searching for words to hold on to as if there was any kind of loophole to be had. “Maybe I should return”, she decided suddenly. “I could become a professor or run a shop or…”

It was surprising even to herself to find out how quickly she became accustomed to the option of running away, to let her life be determined by the actions of others, even if it was only to escape them. Thalia exhaled deeply as she dared to look up at the Mistress again. “What do you even want from me?”

#Thalia #Thalia:1 #Morgana

Morgana's lips curled into a smirk as she listened to Thalia's plea, her gaze flickering with a mixture of amusement and disdain. "Such a shame," she purred, her voice dripping with honeyed venom as she regarded the younger woman with a predatory gleam in her eyes. "You and your kind always did have a talent for asking the wrong and frivolous questions." Morgana Leaned in closer, her lips brushing over Thalia's ear as she whispered, "It's not about what I want from you, dear. It's about what you owe me. Your very existence is now linked and intertwined with mine/ Try as you might, you will never be able to escape me. Take our time apart as a vacation of sorts. But, that time is now over." Morgana was always one with words, she truly did love the sound of her own voice.

Straightening up, Morgana fixed Thalia with a steely gaze, her eyes burning with an intensity. "As for why I did not claim you years ago," she continued, her voice cold and unforgiving, "You almost sound disappointed by that fact, dear. Don't take it so hard. I wanted to keep my options open. I could still have you whenever I wanted without having to have a piece of paper that said so," the succubus said with a shrug. Suddenly a barista brought Morgana her espresso, her smile lighting up once again. "No, we are not returning there. I have other plans. There is a position waiting for me in Oslo," she explained before taking a sip of her drink. "I don't ever intend to return to that place. Too much red-tape. I should be able to do with my toys whatever I please." she said with a small laugh, sitting back in her chair once more. "If you're good, I'll allow you to bring me more toys. Think of it as a small reprieve, allowing me to use others in your place for a night," she suggested.

Morgana’s voice caused a cold and sharp shiver to run down her spine, not because it was so stern. Her voice was so intimidating precisely because it was so unlike her character, light and bubbly, except for the words that were actually being said. Thalia sometimes wondered if she had once been a different woman.

“Mistress-“ The redhead stopped herself just in time. It was terrifying how easy it was to fall back into old habits. With her graduation she had hoped to leave her old life of servitude behind. There were people out there who really believed in her. What would they say if they saw her now? “No” It was a weak and uncertain rejection but she realized that it may have been the first time she actually said those words to her. Does anyone ever actually have the guts to say ‘no’ to a woman like Morgana? Thalia only managed – barely so – only because she had practiced for hours prior to this moment. Yet there was no sense of accomplishment. All she felt was fear. “I live a different life now. I graduated” – Please don’t take this away from me. “I work now. I have my own apartment. And I truly love it! I don’t… I don’t do these things anymore” For a moment, she was under the illusion that the other was actually listening to her and she leaned in somewhat. “Please, Mistress. Please leave me be. I will move to a different city if you want, I had no idea you were here”

#Thalia:1 #Thalia #Morgana

Morgana's eyes narrowed slightly as she listened to Thalia's trembling words, her facade of amusement momentarily faltering as she took in the desperation in the younger woman's voice. Despite the lightness of her tone, there was a dark undercurrent of menace beneath the surface, a reminder of the power she held over Thalia's fate.

"Oh, dear,," Morgana sighed, her voice dripping with mock sympathy as she reached out to gently caress the girl's hand. "How misguided of you to think that you could simply leave your past behind and start anew. But you see, you and quite frankly everyone, belongs to me," the succubus said as she let out a soft, condescending laugh that she couldn't seem to hold back.

Her tone turned colder, more authoritative, as she continued, "Graduating from that second-rate college means nothing in the grand scheme of things. You cannot escape your place beneath me. And as for your new life and your newfound independence, well, I'm afraid that's just an illusion you've concocted. You will always be mine, whether you like it or not."

Morgana's words hung heavy in the air, a stark reminder of the futility of Thalia's attempts to break free from her grasp. With a dismissive wave of her hand, she turned to leave, her laughter echoing behind her like the ominous tolling of a bell. "You live to serve one purpose. To do as I say, when I say, and how I say. Run if you must. But know that I will always find you. And it will only make it worse for you," she added, flicking her hand slightly as she sat back in her chair.

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#[a terrible thought *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧]#tw:blood

“You must be mistaken” Those were the last and only words she said when a stranger informed her of a meeting with a woman named Morgana. The man left as quickly as he came and that was the precise moment she felt a trap closing around her. There was only one woman she knew with that name and she was not one to be dismissed. ‘You must be mistaken’ was therefore less a statement of conviction and more of a prayer. Only a few months had passed since she left school. What if Morgana truly followed her here to this other, small part of the world?

Naturally, Thalia came to see for herself and realized that there was nothing that could prepare her for this reality. The facts hit her quick and hard. She did not need to look for Morgana. Her tall figure, the bright red hair, but mostly, the dominance she asserted with every passing breath ensured that everyone took note of her presence. Even the birds seemed to have stopped chirping in awe, or perhaps more likely, fear. Thalia too stood and watched for several moments. Yet when their gaze then finally met, there was a horrible, erratic thumping her chest, as if a single large bird was trapped inside her ribcage and beating itself to death.

Thalia remembered every horrible moment she spent with Morgana. There was the soreness and pain from extended sessions at her mansion, the humiliation and reprimand she had to endure for things she previously thought to excel in, and the trauma of family abuse that Morgana made sure to remind her of every so often. Was she a fool to come back to this? Was there still time to escape? With weak and awkward steps, she finally dared to come closer. “Morgana”, the girl brought out flatly in greeting, mostly because she did not know what else to say. It was difficult to retain composure but despite her obvious nervousness, the girl remained standing in front of her with a posture that implied that she would be on her way out soon.

#Thalia:1 #Morgana #Thalia

As Thalia approached, Morgana's crimson lips curled into a knowing smirk, her piercing gaze boring into the younger woman with an intensity that could unsettle even the bravest of souls. She observed Thalia's nervous demeanor with a mixture of amusement and satisfaction, reveling in the power she still held over the girl despite their time apart.

"Have you forgotten how to address me?" Morgana's voice was laced with amusement, her tone dripping with condescension as she regarded Thalia with a predatory gleam in her eyes. "Oh, my dear, we'll need to retrain you. Fate has a way of leading us back to where we belong, wouldn't you agree?" the succubus sneered.

Each syllable that Morgana spoke in her sing-songy tone was calculated manipulation designed to keep Thalia off balance and under her control. Morgana remained seated, one long, alabaster leg over her other as she looked rather comfortable in her tight dress. "Here you are, back before me -- now in my domain, just as I knew you would be. Tell me, dear, have you missed me? Or perhaps you've come seeking redemption for your past transgressions?"

@thethaliamoore

In the heart of Munich, amidst the bustling streets teeming with life, Morgana reclined at a sidewalk table outside the lobby of her opulent apartment building. The aroma of freshly brewed coffee mingled with the crisp morning air as she watched the city stir awake, her gaze veiled behind dark sunglasses that shielded her calculating eyes. Dressed in attire that exuded sophistication and power, she radiated an aura of subtle menace that caused passersby to instinctively avert their gaze, an unspoken acknowledgment of the formidable presence she commanded.

With a flick of her manicured fingers, Morgana signaled the waiter for another espresso, the caffeine fueling her restless thoughts as she awaited the arrival of her informant. Behind her usual public façade of calm composure, a storm brewed within her, fueled by a singular purpose that currently enthralled her; the reclamation of a possession in the form of Thalia. Having spent years apart, the succubus harbored no illusions about the gravity of the task ahead. Yet, with a mixture of determination and cunning that had become her hallmark, she remained steadfast in her resolve to once again ensnare the unwitting mortal in her web of manipulation and control. For Morgana knew that in the intricate dance of power and dominance, Thalia was but a pawn to be wielded in her relentless pursuit of supremacy. Her contact had let her know that they had relayed a message to Thalia to meet here, at this exact time -- or there would be consequences.

#Thalia:1

✖ This indie RP is seeking new partners. Themes that are looking to be explored are extremely dark, smutty, light supernatural elements with a a hint of twisted romance (possibly). I’m very open to plotting possible scenarios, just know that Morgana is wicked, cruel and narcissistic who is played as either a human or a succubus. ✖

#indie #rp #indie rp #dark rp #supernaturl rp #1x1 rp #discord #discord rp #rp ad #roleplay #smut

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Christina Hendricks for the Art of Elysium Gala

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h0llyalexander:

A spark lit up in Holly’s eyes and the corners of her mouth formed into an excited smile when Morgana asked her how she fit into all this. The condescension in Morgana’s voice went right over her head, the girl naively assumed she was simply teasing her. Affectionately giving her a pet name, even. That was what she thought, and it was what she always thought whenever Morgana said something mean or rude or condescending. She thought it was just banter, she was teasing her, testing her to see how loyal she was. And she intended on passing every test. “I would be your high priestess of course”, she answered calmly, running her hands along Morgana’s bare legs and planting kisses along her alabaster skin. First her lower legs, then her upper legs and her thighs. Her fingers trembled a little bit, as they usually did whenever they were close to Morgana’s body and her most intimate parts. It had to be some sort of side effect of her powers. Maybe they were too intense. Whatever the case, Holly’s body always reacted to it. “I’ll keep the girls in line when you’re busy…” She continued, her tongue now lightly tracing invisible patterns across Morgana’s thighs. Then she stopped for a moment, abruptly, and looked up at her Mistress. “I can do it.” She sounded serious, determined even. “I’m not so innocent anymore. You know that…it’s all thanks to you.” A small giggle left her lips, it was kind of thrilling to her that Morgana had been the one to take her innocence. Then again, she had been fantasizing about breaking the rules for ages. It was only when Morgana came along, that she actually had the guts to take action.

Morgana didn’t care that her condescension went over her head. She almost expected as such, Holly’s mind was truly only good for one thing -- being incredibly lewd. As for figurative language, sarcasm or tone, she didn’t need to decode such things. She rolled her eyes, flicking a few more ashes. “It’s a position you’d have to earn,” she trailed off before taking another drag from the cigarette between tow of her slender, finely manicured fingers. She couldn’t imagine someone better for it, but she wanted to keep her option open. At the very least, she didn’t want Holly to rest on her laurels. Already her mind was racing with various ideas, ways to transform this place of worship into a literal hell on Earth -- her perfect home. “I’d always a religion all to myself. All this senseless worship of martyrs, or the embodiment of compassion. How utterly pathetic. Why would anyone want to praise those ideals,” she said with a scoff before putting the cigarette out on the nightstand. She spoke as if Holly wasn’t teasing her with those pretty, puffy, pink lips. Anyone else would have probably came already just from that, but this was the perks of a succubus, being able to truly enjoy tasks such as that. “You’ve yet to be overwhelmed by anything I throw your way. you need how utterly impossible I thought that was? she said with a smile. If Morgana truly wanted to, she could. But even with the proverbial training wheels on for Holly, she knew it was still quite a bit for a mere human to handle. “You think you could handle a harem of horny, sex deprived nuns? That I would be interested to watch,” she teased, running her hand through Holly’s blonde hair. “Tell me about them. Are they at least attractive? Just because I’m a succubus doesn’t mean I’m not picky,” she reminded her. Morgana absolutely needed to be stimulated in order to enjoy herself. A kill was boring if she couldn’t actually find her partner attractive. Not to say it didn’t happen, just not as frequent.

h0llyalexander:

“They still don’t. They never understood me…not like you do.” A dreamy expression washed over her face as she gazed up at her Mistress. Despite all the terrible things she had done, Holly didn’t really view her as a negative force. On the contrary, she saw Morgana as her savior, the one who had freed her from a life of mundanity. A life full of church worship. She giggled at the thought of Morgana taking over the church. Actually, she could kind of see it in her head. A church full of naked people, worshipping the succubus herself. It was about as unholy as one could get, but it excited her. Exciting her almost as much was the sensation of touching Morgana’s leg, fingers slowly brushing higher towards her thigh. Her skin was electric. Touching her always had a deep effect on Holly. “I can do a little worshipping right now if you like…”, she whispered, her big blue eyes trained on Morgana’s face but not quite looking her in the eye. She was too busy gazing at her lips. There was something really sexy about seeing her smoke a cigarette. Just the way it sat between her ruby lips, so nonchalant. How many men and women would kill to be that cigarette, she wondered. And was she one of them? She was already an accomplice to murder. She may not have killed anyone by herself, but did that really make a difference? Slowly she sat up on her knees, blonde locks sliding down her shoulders as she inched herself closer to Morgana on the bed. Gradually closing more and more of the space between them, until she was sitting comfortably between the redhead’s legs. Small hands continued to touch her, a little bit more confidently now since she could tell that Morgana’s cravings were beginning again. Still, she held her composure…she needed permission first.

Morgana sometimes wondered if it was in the nature of a succubus to disregard peoples feelings. It felt necessary to survive, her species was built to take advantage of the vulnerable. It wouldn’t make much sense to also have a conscious. Morgana would have starved long ago if that had been the case. But, if there was anyone she felt a closeness to that was verging on “feelings”, it would have been Holly. Not that anyone would have noticed with how the redhead treated her so poorly. She took in another dreg of her cigarette, just as she had made an offer to worship her. Even after all this time, it amused her that Holly didn’t understand she wanted her full attention all the time. “I do, it’s been a few hours since I ate. I think it’s time for you to enjoy worshipping me some,” she said with a nod, flicking some of her ashes out on the nightstand. She contemplated everything Holly presented to her. It wasn’t as if she had other plans. Morgana lived her life spontaneously, taking whatever she wanted, wherever it took her. “I want to know how you think you’d fit in? Of course, corruption comes easy to me. Just how do you think you can play a part in it? A nunnery has many people, do you have a number on how many? Even with my abilities, corrupting a dozen at the same time might be a little difficult. You’d need to be of assistance in that regard. You think you’re even up to a task like that, choir girl?” she said with a smirk. Make no mistake, Morgana wasn’t teasing her, she wasn’t capable of such a thing. When Morgana called her name it was meant to be condescending. Of course, deep down Morgana knew that she could handle that many people without a problem. But, she liked the idea of planning this out with the small blonde fucktoy.

h0llyalexander:

“No, of course not! I just did it while I had some extra time, when you were playing with that one guy in Florida…” Another one of Morgana’s victims who didn’t live to tell the tale. She seemed to be especially vicious when it came to powerful men sometimes. Holly was pretty sure the guy was a mob boss or something. Oh well. He was dead and gone now. “You don’t like it? I was religious too when you found me, you know.” She smirked a little bit, her parents still weren’t aware of the full depths of her relationship with Morgana. They knew she’d run off with her, but they assumed it was some kind of phase. That eventually, she would return to them and repent before the Lord. Even if she did though, Holly wasn’t sure she’d be forgiven anymore. She’d seen so much…Morgana really was cruel when she didn’t like someone. People were toys to her, to be used and discarded. And yet there was something so magnetic about her. Holly didn’t understand it herself. “There might be more girls like me. And they don’t have sex at all, I bet some of those ladies haven’t slept with anyone their whole life. You could be their first”, she purred, trying her best to make the idea sound appealing because honestly, it sounded quite fun to her. “We can have fun with them. Well, not too much fun…I don’t want you to forget about me”, she quickly added, carefully reaching out to try and touch Morgana’s leg. She was careful, because it seemed she was not always allowed to touch wherever she pleased. Morgana’s body was not like a human’s, after all. Not everyone had the right to touch it and Holly was still figuring out when she was allowed to. “I hear they worship every night…they pray to some statue in the church…God, I remember doing that with my family. It feels like dying of boredom. I would always fantasize.”

Despite how lewd Morgana had made her, how many monstrous things Morgana had pushed her to do, Holly still appeared to be the cute, churchgoing, pastors’s daughter. That was part of her appeal, creating her into a sexual dynamo while still looking holy and innocent. Morgana scoffed as she mentioned her parents. “Oh, I remember,” she trailed off before reaching into the nightstand beside her. “They had no idea who you really were. Pathetic, really. For them to think you belonged in a church every Sunday, and not next to Sataness herself,” she said with a shake of her flowing, red locks. To be fair, Morgana wasn’t actually Satan, as much as she liked to believe it was true. She was however, quite possibly the most powerful succubus to ever exist, a label she took great pride in. She placed a cigarette between her thick, ruby red lip, and with a few flicks of her silver lighter, lit the end of it. “She watched as the Blonde slid the tips of her fingers under the silk blanket, pushing it aside to reach Morgana’s thick, alabaster thigh. Normally she’d tell the woman off, simply to put her in her place, but admittedly she hadn’t felt her body in over a few hours, so there was a craving for such contact. The succubus smiled at the action before placing the lighter back next to her. “You know,” she mumbled, the cigarette bobbing up and down as she spoke. “It might not be a terrible idea. I doubt they’ll be as fun corrupting as you were, but enjoyable nonetheless,” she added, pulling her cigarette out from between her lips and exhaling a plume of smoke. She was deep in thought while Holly teased her leg, staring up a the chandelier hanging above them. “At the very least, a blood bath could ensue. One less place of worship that isn’t dedicated to myself. Can you imagine... churches built for me? We’d probably need a new name for them, seeing as they would be anything but holy venues,” she teased. It had been a thought she’d had plenty of time before. She viewed herself as an iconic, someone worthy of being praised around the world. Morgana however had never brought it up with Holly before. “And now look at you, worshipping me every night, instead of some, statue,” she said with a scoff.

h0llyalexander:

@deathxatxdusk

“Misstress Godfrey…I have a surprise for you”, Holly purred as she crawled over to the redheaded beauty beside her. The bed was so big, she could almost get lost in it. It was always like that, Morgana was able to get them the best rooms. But Holly had noticed a restlessness in her Mistress lately. Maybe getting everything she wanted was boring her, or maybe she was just looking for something new and exciting. Not only was Holly not ready for Morgana to get rid of her, but she was always looking for new ways to prove herself. So she started searching. Searching for something new, and she found a place that would be lots of fun for them to explore. “I found a nunnery”, she revealed with a slightly mischievous spark in her eyes, grabbing her phone and holding it up in front of Morgana’s face to show her the pictures. Pictures of modestly dressed women wearing crosses, standing in front of their large religious sanctuary with hands clasped. Holly had known for a while now about Morgana’s disdain for organized religion. She wasn’t sure where it came from, since she knew next to nothing about Morgana’s past - that woman was like a closed book - but it came in handy to know how much Morgana enjoyed corrupting those who subscribed to religious ideals. “I was thinking we could pay them a visit. Maybe they’ll give up their chastity vows for a night”, she giggled. They would, without a doubt. She had never met anyone who could resist Morgana so far.

To some, it might have been something Morgana should be proud of. Turning a sweet, angelic, church going, soon to be wife into her corrupted sex toy would be a feat for most anyone. But Morgana didn’t reflect on it in that way. She expected her powers of persuasion to do whatever it was she wanted. It was true though, that out of all the previous assistants she had, Holly was her favorite. She’d never let on that that was the case, wanting to make the woman vie for her affection for all eternity. Or at least until she grew bored with her. That wouldn’t probably be for a long while. It was one of the few moments she wasn’t enjoying Holly’s body for her amusement, even Succubi enjoyed napping, even if it wasn’t necessary. The redhead lifted her head up off her pillow, her eyes adjusting to the dark hotel suite. It was hard to keep track of which country they were in. Iceland. Japan, Ibiza. She couldn’t recall where she was at this point, but it really didn’t matter, she and Holly could simply go wherever she pleased, whenever she pleased. She slightly rolled over, her naked curves swaying as she did so. Morgana caught her out of the corner of her eyes, but instead of chastising for waking her, a small smile formed on her lips. “You did, huh? One your parents were planning on sending to you next?” she asked her. Morgana’s words were soaked in condescension. She had little respect for her parents, and loved that they thought their child was a good Christian girl. Morgana had seen first hand she was anything but. The succubus rolled over onto her back next, propping herself up on the mountain of pillows below her. “And where di you find this? Don’t tell me you sacrificed pleasing my pussy to make time for this task,” she added, still with the tone of annoyance in her voice.

#Writing sample #self para #just for fun #inner thoughts

20th-century-man

Christina Hendricks

Arrogance was in Morgana’s nature. There was a time when she tried to hide her fervent desire to end others. It wasn’t necessarily driven by a bloodlust, but for a succubus death was a part of increasing her own lifespan. Every corpse in her wake was just a natural byproduct of her very creation – something she didn’t ask for. Not that she minded being a succubus. At this point, being in her seven-hundreds she couldn’t even imagine life as a mortal. The absolute mundanity of a life without supernatural abilities, the idea of working for decades, just so you could have a few final years of peace and relaxation. Life was meant to be lived to it’s fullest while also in it’s prime. Something humans couldn’t understand was that kindness only got you so far. Life was to be a series of taking what you wanted. Morgana had certainly done that, the homes, the yachts, the cars, the jewelry. And much more valuable than that was the taking of life, that also expanded her own lifespan.

Tonight, she was exceptionally hungry. Her eyes surveyed the hotel bar, looking on as she sat at the counter, her long, slender fingers gently traveling up and down the stem of her wineglass. It was a subtle gesture, but one that was certain to garner attention. Not that she needed a cheap trick like that. If her looks weren’t enough to ensnare a victim this evening, then the raging pheromones she let out would certainly do the trick. She felt the male gaze from every corner of the upscale, minimalistic bar. The rain droplets on the window added a unique blue glow to the atmosphere, but her ruby red hair, lips and dress seemingly cut through it. It was as if even light itself would bend at Morgana’s will. The only question would be who would be the one brave enough to approach her first. It was always pleasant to watch her potential victims squirm. There was an internal struggle in every one of them, how long could their self control last before they were overwhelmed with lust. How long it took one told Morgana a lot about the kind of person they were.