Coven Queen Morgana

Morgana, the queen of the Coven herself. You can't help but smile at the sight of her before you, standing in the middle of the clearing and staring at the night sky. Being the queen of the Coven, Morgana was the most powerful among them, which meant that none of the others would ever dare to question her decisions. And as you looked over her tall and slender frame, practically feeling the power emanating from her, you knew that if you slipped under her skin, you could be the queen, and the rest of the Coven would obey your decisions.

You floated down next to Morgana, noticing that she was a little taller than you were, and took a moment to look over her body. Morgana was a slender and incredibly pale woman, with long blonde hair flowing down over one shoulder, and glowing ruby red eyes with a metallic eyepiece framing one side of her face, plus giant black and red wings with metallic adornments extending from her back. She was clad in a dark purple elegant floor-length gown, with feathered lining, a window to show off her impressive cleavage, and a slit down one side through which you could see her legs, encased in thigh-high white boots.

You lick your ghostly lips, eager to get a taste of what true power felt like. Glancing around to ensure no one else was nearby, you quickly float up behind Morgana, before moving forward and pressing into her back. Morgana gasps at the contact, and you feel a wave of energy burst forth from her, but manage to hold yourself in place, continuing to push into her body. You quickly shove your feet into her calves and down into her boots, feeling the white leather wrap around your legs, while also sliding your hands down her arms and seizing control of her slender fingers, noticing Morgana start to shudder and spasm as you steal her body from her. Working your groin into hers, you feel your ghostly form start to grow to match her wider hips, and let your torso melt into her back, feeling the soft dress encasing her magnificent bust - not to mention the wings now sprouting from your bare back. Finally, you close your eyes and dive your head into the back of her skull, hearing Morgana let out a moan as her mind is **** to sleep.

Soon enough, though, you hear her moan coming from your own lips, and open your eyes once more to find your vision now colored with the energies of the natural world. You smile as you realize what this means, and cast your eyes downward, holding your hands out in front of you to confirm that you had indeed possessed Morgana's body. Her long, bony fingers, with her absurdly long fingernails, were now yours, and you could already feel the raw magical power coursing through them. You reach up and carefully cup your breasts, feeling a shock of pleasure shoot down your new spine, and curl your toes in your new boots, seeing only the tips of them peeking out from under your long gown.

"Ahhh..." you moan out, hearing Morgana's voice echo with power, "Thou thinkst of thyself as a conduit for the Old Gods, Morgana?" As you speak, you let Morgana's mind wash over yours, feeling her memories and personality become yours, and letting it color your words with her mannerisms. "Then thou should have no problem serving as a conduit for my will, instead." You chuckle, holding out a hand and letting a small ball of magic form, before crushing it in a fist.

"Now then, let us be off to find our sisters," you say, turning and starting to strut off into the woods, no longer fearing what dangers they may hold as you let Morgana's memories guide you to her abode, a smile on your stolen face. "Long live the queen."