Morgan Le Fay

(Finally retouching this intro chapter to this branch)

Using my ghost form I rapidly prowled around Chaldea. So many servants of so many different body types and personalities - not that it was going to matter once I took them over. Passing through simulation rooms and corridors I saw countless servants walking and milling about. Jalter, numerous saber faces, the Hassans, Emiya archer, Illya, and just too many to name. My eyes ran over their bodies but none felt right to take full control of as my opening servant body.

But finally I stumbled across the perfect target: Morgan Le Fay. She was lounging in a dormitory room away from her prattling entourage of fairy knights. A regal servant that anyone would die to be with, or in my case, become. I swooped around her form as a ghost, making sure to see every inch of her exposed pale body. Flowing silver-white hair, deep blue eyes with such a clear history behind them. Like sapphires in a pearl of her beauty.

Her skintight dress drapes her body in blue and black. The dress itself didn’t hide much from prying eyes. Her entire navel exposed down to her belly button. Her smooth shoulders too. And her tits barely covered up, ready to flop out if Morgan was too rough.

To see all of this would certainly have meant death if she could see me, but thankfully I was a ghost so she couldn’t just blast me away. It was the early morning, so she was simply enjoying her own company.

I decided the only way to progress was to just go all into her. “Queen Morgan, your sexy body will be mine!”

I pushed my ghost form into her body without her being able to make a sound. My hands reached into her very being.

For a moment there was only darkness, but slowly I opened my eyes and looked down. But before even setting eyes down, I knew I had succeeded. Morgan’s power was flowing through me. I felt extremely strong, and if I wanted I could go toe to toe with any other servant and win.

I could feel the soles of my newly taken feet on the cold dorm floor. On my chest sat two lovely mounds of pale flesh. Streaks of silver-white hair falling around me down to my legs. A small crown befitting my newly acquired status lay on top of my head.

“Queen Morgan, you truly are beautiful” came out in Morgan’s voice, a soft but stern tone of voice that made me wet in her body in an instant.

“Your body is so fine yet I know you’re a virgin, that you’ve never cum,” such crude words coming from Morgan’s mouth - unthinkable otherwise, but so damn hot.

I had no choice but to start pleasuring myself in my stolen body; as Morgan Le Fay in all her glory. No need to tear off her clothing as I could get right to her body without much effort.

I started feeling up her flesh with my hands, my hands working her boobs like a trained masseuse. Her soft hands roughing herself up but releasing so much sexual tension sealed in her muscles and flesh. Every second of it was heaven.

Morgan always was pent up and without outlet due to ruling Faerie Britain for so long. Now I was doing it for her, thousands of years of raw emotion and tension set forth by her hands under my power. “Feel that pleasure Morgan, pleasure you’ve never had.”

But it wasn’t enough, so I stuck her fingers into her now exposed pussy, and got a jolt of feeling immediately. Her slit was wet and ready from my abuse of her body, starting to drip pre-cum as I went in and out.

“Oh yes! Morgan, your body is exquisite, and your pussy completely untouched!” It echoed out accompanied by loud moans of pleasure.

I began thinking of a fantasy, of being Morgan while in charge of Britain, shouting bizarre orders to her court. To be the sole ruler of so many and none could challenge my authority. I can’t help but feel respect Morgan for not truly being an evil tyrant in spite of such unrelenting responsibility.

I state the absurdities out loud:

“All Faeries are ordered to find a human mate and make them cum.”

“Your queen is to be fondled no less than fibe times by the most beautiful faeries in Britain.”

These orders delivered with the certainty and authority of all nearly divine Queen, it makes me so hot inside. I can only imagine the shocked faces of those within her inner circle to hear such things, and now I could do that and more.

I was getting closer and closer to orgasm, and then finally a great release. “Almost there Morgan, almost to the crescendo of pleasure!”

One final scream of delight ringing out violently before the dignified Queen slicked the floor of the dorm room with her fluids. Thankfully she was alone so I didn’t have to explain why I had just cum my servant brains out, or at least that’s what I thought.

Riding the high of the orgasm, I could now hear footsteps rapidly approaching the door to the room…..

(Select Faerie Knights v2 after this chapter for the most continued way through the story. Future chapters will continue in this path)