Morgana’s Perspective

Morgana giggled internally with sadistic glee at the depravity she was the agent of. Although not related by blood, she had orchestrated a situation where an aunt and nephew were engaging in such degenerate activity.

She had thought the sight of her beloved pleasing another woman would have disgusted her, but the fact he was doing it by her command like a stud horse made her ache with lust. He had obeyed her like a good boy and turned this other female into a mess. In her mind, it was a testament to just how good of a mate she had.

She looked at his handsome face. She had become so utterly attached to it. She saw the lust in his eyes and the juices from Lexi on his face. She loved this sex-addled expression. Just the thought that he was feeling good made her more aroused.

She loved when he obeyed, squirmed, and begged her. It brought her such satisfaction to have someone she loved worship her. Her favorite moments, though, were when Jim could no longer hold back. She loved watching this man turn into a beast, and watching him defile this tiny devil brought her a new form of pleasure. Visions of him ravaging other women at her command or having other women beg for a turn while Jim only focused on her swam through her lustful mind.

She decided at that moment that for her pleasure and for Jim’s, she wanted to gather more monster girls. She wanted to build Jim a harem of women to please them both. She wanted to drown with this man she coveted in pleasure forever.

First though, she needed to relieve the ache that was built up inside her.