After taking the King's soul, Morgana broke out of her orgasmic throes
to catch up her breath, the experience was so exhilarating she was
immediately hooked. She smiled knowing that she'll have to do this
again... soon. Not only did Morgana felt her succubus power grew by
acquiring the King's soul, the growth was also reflected in the length
of her horns. To Morgana's delight the soulless King continued to cum
inside her. She turned into her demonic form as she watched the light in
his eyes fade away and his body slowly withered to a husk. "Your soul
belongs to me now." Morgana told the dead king as she enjoyed his still
pulsing cock inside her. "By giving me your soul, you will continue to
serve me even in death. Ahh....." Morgana moaned intoxicated by her
power to control someone beyond their death and continued impaling
herself on the King's dead but still hard and throbbing cock. She had
turned the King into an undead that has no will of its own, a mindless
slave, completely obedient and loyal to its master. The King was the
first of an army of undead soldiers Morgana had planned to create. "You
will bring the fake holy grail to the grave with you, guard it, make
sure no one finds out it's a fake." The undead King no longer able to
speak nodded his head to acknowledge Morgana's command. Before leaving
to let others discover the King's passing, she cast an illusion spell on
the his corpse so that other's could not see him as a husk.
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