[Side Story] Let's check in on Morgan.

If there was one thing Morgan had trouble mastering over lifetimes and lifetimes of stolen bodies, it was maintaining a poker face. She supposed that she should be thankful that she had so much leverage in that situation, because someone more observant than Earnest in that situation might have had questions about why her face was flushed and her almost-giddy demeanor. Perks of having leverage over the situation in general, she supposed, that no one really would question her too much unless she actively tried to work against Earnest and Alesia.

Which wasn’t her goal to begin with- it was to enjoy herself and have fun. And having fun was exactly what she was doing as she herself began to tease and stimulate herself in the woods by the base before heading back to the inn to “study” the spell. Obviously, she knew how the spell worked inside out, and what could stop, hinder, or outright counter the spell- she was the one who created it after all. But no one else knew that, and this meant she could feed Earnest and Alesia any story that suited her fancy. Some things never changed between bodies and centuries, and Morgan’s love for that control, utter dominance over someone else, even if it wasn’t direct, was something that hadn’t changed since her original body. In that spellbook Morgan had previously recorded most of the bodies she had stolen before possessing Coltia, and the thrill of reading her own descent into depravity while in the stolen body of a goddess brought new excitement that she could barely contain. And then, completely by coincidence, Rosalind had shown up and pleasured herself without any restraint in front of Earnest! The absolute anguish, torn between pleasure, shame, and rage, that was radiating from him made her cum twice in the time it took for Rosalind to bring herself to orgasm. The knowledge that this was her doing, that she could make Earnest have these drastic, conflicting emotions, that she could play Rosalind like a puppet by simply dropping a spellbook in a remote village, and none of them knew that she was ever involved, was addicting. She was guarding all the doors and holding all the keys, and this power was the most arousing thing.

Morgan’s mind drifted to her times possessing nobles in the kingdom, enjoying the intrigue that she created by possessing anyone that struck her fancy, from a cute maid to a refined princess, and turning them against each other, against their kingdom, their family, and even themselves. The sight of Rosalind debasing herself due to the misfit boys reminded her of doing the same in all sorts of ladies- making princesses’ masturbate secretly during dinner, or having queens fornicate with the most vulgar of bandits. This was what it meant to be a god, Morgan thought. Total control.

As she hit her second climax in the forest Morgan’s thoughts drifted to Zymera. Was this how she felt, manipulating people like dolls? Was this how she felt when she offered up Coltia’s body to Morgan, restraining a goddess to be possessed and defiled by a mortal seeking immortality? Did she get off on knowing that Morgan would, at the earliest possible opportunity, invade her body and revel in violating her body? She had to know that Morgan was lusting after her. Wanting to dominate her so completely that she became her. The thought of finally, finally eclipsing Zymera and possessing her body, catching her off guard and becoming one of the most powerful amongst gods brought Morgan to her final, most satisfying orgasm of the session, bringing even Coltia’s immaculate body to its knees from the sheer thrill of playing god and usurping the other gods. To be the one at the top, the god amongst gods, in control of anything and everything. As she laid there with her tongue lolling out like a dullard, Coltia’s perfect features contorted into a lewd expression of absolute pleasure- Morgan was glad she was a god.

It took a few minutes for Morgan to recover, eventually bringing herself to her knees and brushing the dirt off from her collapse after her last orgasm. However, one problem still remained- Morgan had made quite a mess out of her sorceress robes. She had spares back in her room at the inn, along with some other… outfits, but as of now there was a massive dark spot on the front of it. It would be simple to just wait for the spot to dry, or use some extremely low power wind or fire magic to dry it off manually, but…

Well, if she was going to try and take over the gods, then she surely could handle some potential public humiliation, right? Another lewd grin stretching across her face, Morgan began her walk back to the inn. It’s not her body, after all. Why should she feel shame? Aroused yet again as she moved her stolen limbs, she wondered as to just how she should continue to entertain herself with her puppets…