Rest up for the next day.

You decide go to bed. It's been a long day and your cock almost spent from so many blowjobs. As virile as the 'Blowjob Throne' has made you, you could only handle so much for now it would seem.

Upon reaching your room you remove your clothes; pull the sheets over your body; put Morrigan's head onto the tip of your cock as if it were a pacifier and go to bed.

...

Morning rays hit you and the bird songs manage to stir you awake. Below your sheets, Morrigan was dutifully managing your morning wood with her tongue and throat. You lean back and allow the witch to finish you before getting out of bed. She moved her head the way a good whore should, making sure to pay attention to your balls with her tongue while she dutifully throated you. You had considered replacing Morrigan for some time now, perhaps put her into a more 'public' service role while someone new could be assigned as your new fluffer... you stare down at her pondering this.

Morrigan seems to notice that questioning look in your eyes and starts to immediately suck harder, faster and gag louder. She loved her position of power! It seems like she did not want to be demoted so soon... her head is silly blur gliding up and down her throbbing wood. Still... you scratch your chin and wonder.

There's a ****, pleading look in Morrigan's green eyes as throats your monster cock as if she knew what you were thinking. It was amusing considering her cold personality was never this clingy at all.