One day the grand mage Imorith decided to confront Morgana and paid her a
visit at her bed chamber. When she answered the door Imorith was taken
aback to see her in a sheer robe. "Can I help you, my lord?" Morgana
asked without any hint that her attire was inappropriate. "I can come
back later." the grand mage said feeling awkward but can't help being
aroused by Morgana's outfit, maybe that was a common thing where she
came from, he thought to himself. "It's ok. Please come in." They sat
down and started chatting, at first Imorith tried to be subtle and hoped
to fish around for some useful info. He tried to persuade Morgana to
not marry the prince but after awhile he realized it was going nowhere
and decided to directly confront her. "I don't know what you did to the
king and prince to make them obsess over you but you have to stop." "Is
it a crime to be liked by them?" Morgana rebuked not giving up her
secret. "I advise you to break your marriage arrangement with the
prince immediately and go back to Camelot." "Or else?" "Or else I can't
guarantee your safety." the grand mage unknowingly made the biggest
mistake in his life. Morgana read his mind and found out that he planned
to frame her for being a dark witch. She decided that he was an
obstacle to her plan. "Well I guess I'll have to take care of you
first." Morgana stood up and parted her robe. "What do you think you're
doing?" Imorith was startled, he feared Morgana was going to accuse him
of rape and tried to leave but his body betrayed him as his cock became
hard for Morgana despite his fear, the mage realized too late that
Morgana was not what she appeared to be. "Who are you?... What... are
you?" He was breathing heavily trying to fight his growing lust for her
but in a room saturated with her succubus scent his struggle only fanned
the flame, he was literally drowning in it. All the battles he had
fought did nothing to prepare him for someone like Morgana, he was
completely powerless against her. His eyes slowly glazed over and his
jaw became slack as he gave in to his overwhelming lust for Morgana, by
then his cock was fully erect and throbbing, ready to obey Morgana's
every wish. In a world that had forgotten the existence of demons, he
was defenseless against her kind. His fate was sealed the moment he
entered Morgana's bed chamber, he had walked right into her trap.
Morgana beckoned for the mage as he walked towards her in a lust filled
daze. His defeat was complete when he went on his knees ready to worship
Morgana. She put her hand behind his head and slowly guided his mouth
towards her pussy, where she wanted to be worshiped and gave Imorith his
very first order, "Lick". A wicked smile appeared and she moaned from
the mage eagerly eating her out. A mage like him used to be a
significant challenge for Morgana to subjugate even with her sexual
magic but was mere child's play for a succubus. The overwhelming power
she had over him was intoxicating, she used his eager tongue and mouth
for her own pleasure while the mage became addicted to her succubus
fluid. "It has been days since I last had a good fuck, I could use some
lip service." she thought to herself "You'll make a fine addition to my
harem of sex slaves, the first of many more to come." With the mage in
her thrall she no longer have to restraint herself from using magic, she
waved her hand and the door to her bed chamber closed shut, she then
cast a spell to isolate the room from the rest of the castle, ensuring
that no one could interrupt her enjoyment of her new slave. No one knew
what happened to the grand mage that night but his behavior changed ever
since, he became very supportive of the princess. In fact some of the
more observant servants wondered if he was serving the king or Morgana,
or perhaps they were having an illicit affair.
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