"Come now Jedah, don't you have better things to do tonight? Y'know, besides picking fights you obviously stand no chance in winning?"

"Nonsense my dear, I've not come looking for a fight…nor have I any plans on losing."

In the middle of a blasted hellscape dotted with gnarled trees and strange structures that served no purpose, two individuals as strange as the land around them stood facing each other. The air around them was tense, filling any nearby with the sense that things could spiral out of control at any second, something the denizens of this world seemed to understand as they kept a safe distance.

The one on the right, an inhuman beast of a man, stands tall with a gaunt, sharp quality to his physique. Wearing clothes reminiscent of a Japanese boy's highschool uniform with some added flair to it like an extension akin to coattails and luminous gold buttons, lending him a sense of unhinged superiority. Especially when combined with the various wings and razors jutting out from his head and back, it all came together to give the demon a regal, dangerous look. Staring down his foe with intelligent, red eyes that, unlike himself, seemed almost passable for a normal human being…if she didn't sport two sets of bat-like wings with one pair being large enough to enshroud her shapely lower half within if she so desired.

And it wasn't just the leathery wings crowned with claw like protrusions colored a gunmetal grey with a polished sheen to them that gave her inhuman side away. With a flowing mane of turquoise framing the enchanting face of an exotic beauty bellowing down and around her voluptuous figure clad in a skin tight leotard of vibrant purples and midnight blue-black with nothing beneath to hide the rest of her delectable body in case of an improbable wardrobe malfunction, only two conclusions could be drawn as to who she was; an exhibitionist with a taste for Halloween or the living, breathing embodiment of a demon of lust, spoken of in many forms of scripture from almost all the religions mankind seemed to produce on a whim; a Succubus. But looks could certainly be deceiving, for she was the one who held an iron fist over the land they stood on, the rightful ruler of the Demon Realm; Makai.

And the man standing before her wasn't a stranger in any way. Having clashed multiple times in the past whether on coincidence or because of a greater force at work, Morrigan Aensland, adopted daughter of the late ruler of Makai, had long since begun to treat Jedah Dohma as a begrudging rival, an ever present thorn in her side she never really could run from thanks in part to his ability to phase between dimensions on a whim. Initially out to claim the title of ruler from her father Belial, his sights had shifted focus onto Morrigan herself once he had passed away and the rambunctious Succubus had been declared the next in line to inherit the throne.

Jedah had thought her easy prey, unlike her father, but the man was soon mistaken upon sensing the overwhelming power she held within her seemingly meager body. And after previous plots had run their course to failure, Morrigan was now stronger than ever with a renewed sense of duty to her title as ruler. But that still wasn't enough to dissuade the ambitious noble from trying time and again to come out on top, just like the innumerable others fighting across Makai to make a name for themselves with even bigger goals to one day install themselves into the throne.

Two devilish individuals locked in a silent confrontation, two demonic nobles from very different life paths staring each other down, unsure of what the other had in mind, ready for yet another throw down Morrigan was certain she could win.

Except she didn't seem aware of Jedah being strangely lenient today, interrupting her departure not with an unprovoked attack but simply letting himself be known right before she could hop through a portal into the material world of mankind for her usual feeding in addition to experiencing the thrills and excitements offered by the humans and whatever else was going on at the time. Morrigan was rather compulsive in that regard, slipping into the human world not because she needed to feed but because something had caught her attention before vanishing for days on end. After she rose to power however, such trips became far less frequent.

But being interrupted right before a much anticipated visit to the human world had clearly irritated the usually calm and melancholic Morrigan, tapping her heels against the floor in impatience with her arms folded over her bosom after realizing Jedah had no intention of fighting, her annoyance with his unfeeling visage only intensifying into mild anger when it curls into a gleeful smile, clearly aware that he had delayed her departure.

"Is your plan just to stand there? Fool me into letting my guard down? If so, kindly take your leave now Jedah…we both know you'll end up slinking away like the snake you are once I've beaten you down for the umpteenth time now…"

"My, my dear, why so eager to shoo me away? I've come because I've an excellent recommendation on a nice place in the human world to-"

"Whatever it is, I have no interest in entertaining you Jedah, I much prefer moving on my own leisure and finding new places of interest on my lonesome, so if you're done here, kindly leave me be."

"Heh…as crude as usual…but you mistake my intent Morrigan…it isn't up for debate, and you'll be headed there very soon…right about..now, in fact."

Before the powerful Succubus could react to Jedah's ominous threat, a powerful suction draws her feet first into a lightless gash that had opened up below her, giving Morrigan no chance to utter a word or mount any form of resistance at all as her vision fades to black, feeling herself funneled along a winding trans dimensional portal to wherever it was Jedah had in mind.

Unlike her portals to the human world, this one wasn't instantaneous nor.comforting at all. Feeling the rush of air against her hair as if she was being pulled along at the speed of light. Cursing as his voice floats by in her mind thanks to his telepathic abilities, growing fainter with each passing second.

'Do enjoy yourself now you hear? I will most certainly make the most of your absence to ensure Makai receives the proper guidance it deserves under a ruler most capable~'

And with Jedah's echoing laughter fading away into the recesses of her mind, Morrigan tumbles out of the other end of the portal, catching her balance readily with a beat of her wings to get a proper bearing on her surroundings, staring out over the neon lit cityscape of a strange new human city she had never seen before. It reminded her of New York and other such metropolitan areas across the world, but this one seemed more…futuristic, sporting huge clear display boards, strange architecture and even some where words and images danced around the air seemingly from nowhere. Feeling that usual pang of curiosity and the need to know more when she usually found something interesting to follow.

And from what she could see, the Lee certainly were humans down there between the buildings, going their own way on what must've been another ordinary evening for them. But for Morrigan, all this was new to her, swooping down to get a better look as her wide eyes marveled at ghostly adverts, sleek new cars and gadgets held easily in the hand of almost everyone she could see alongside the date reflected in their electronic displays. No wonder that trip through the portal had taken so long; she'd been shot into some other timeline, but whether this was the future of some other worldline, Morrigan didn't have the faintest clue.

"Hmm…maybe a short diversionary trip through this new world would do me some good…this is most certainly intriguing…every once in awhile Jedah, you can be surprisingly accommodating…if only you were like this all the time I'd quickly make you a subordinate of the Aensland family!"

Quickly setting aside her hatred for Jedah but not forgetting it completely, the displaced Succubus sets to work exploring the city before her. She still had every intention to return and was fairly confident she knew her way around portal travel, but she'd give the annoying demon a headstart as a reward for showing her this new realm to satisfy herself in.

As her eyes catch sight of a young man fiddling with a controller hooked up to something reminiscent of a display screen but far more sleek and compact in design, Morrigan would go unnoticed as she slips into his room uninvited, watching from over his shoulder as he continues to play before realizing it was a digital recreation of her world; more specifically, a fighting game whose roster included herself and many other familiar faces including Jedah. Smiling a little as she watches his cursor hang over her pixelated portrait before accepting.

'Mmm~ This man certainly does know which side to choose…but does he have the skills to ensure victory is ours?'

To her knowledge, games like these depended on the skills of the player and choice of character to decide the victor. So while seeing him choose her made her heart skip a beat, seeing him lose with her digital recreation was another matter altogether.

But a few short seconds of watching him play was enough to assuage her of any doubt; the man was good, really good, chaining some of her flashiest moves into inescapable combos she couldn't help but feel happy for. By the time the game was over, Morrigan was more than satisfied. Seeing her likeness so perfectly replicated and performed by a mere human was, in her eyes, a feat worthy of a reward.

And as he rises from his chair after powering off the computer before turning off the lights in preparation to go to bed, Morrigan, still kneeling in silent thought, was more than confident in the gift she would bestow upon this unwary human. And besides, it was way past time for feeding so in her eyes; it was killing two birds in one stone, maybe even three considering the fact she had wanted to test out a new form of magic for a while now. Plus she was still in a world of Jedah’s choosing so the way back would most certainly be fraught with challenge…and a second pair of helping hands would most certainly lighten the load.

Rising off her feet without a sound before hanging in the air over the man's still body lying in bed with his mind drifting off to sleep, the enchanting head of the Aensland family closes the distance between them, encasing herself and her chosen meal in the expanse of her wings, eager to introduce herself in a meeting that would no doubt shock him as much as she had been when arriving here not too long ago…

As silent as a sleeping infant, the man atop his comfortable bed doesn't move an inch, lying curled up in the middle of blankets, pillows and assorted cushions, it was clearly a haven capable of lulling one into immovable slumber.

Unbeknownst to him however, he had long since been whisked away into another realm altogether. While his physical body remained unmoving in the real world, the man's mental self would soon be forced from his sleep as a slender arm tipped with manicured fingers enters from somewhere off to the left, prodding him lightly on the nose before pinching down hard, suffocating him till weary eyes flutter open slowly, releasing her grip so the only thing he could feel was a heavy ache in his chest, never realizing he was just inches away from feeling the true bite of an oxygen deprived lung.

Coughing a little while propping himself up on his arms, the man squints his eyes in the direction of a human shaped blur kneeling right by the side of his bed. But hadn't he turned off the lights before clocking out for the night?

"Hngh, where…oh hell, probably forgot the pills…"

"Good evening Andrew…I must say, you are an incredibly hard one to rouse from slumber. You could sleep right through an earthquake!"

"What the hell?"

Turning his attention to the heavily accented voice of a Scots woman drifting in from his right, Andrew spins around, darting eyes going back and forth between the spot where he could've sworn he'd seen someone before and the spot on his bed now occupied by a woman he'd never seen before. Backpedaling in panic till the backrest groans under his full weight, a robber was what Andrew had suspected her to be, but the longer he stared, the calmer he got, realizing they were both stuck in the middle of an expansive white void with nothing but the bed and the two of them for miles. It was another dream, wiping his face with a smooth hand to catch his breath from the initial shock after months of peaceful nights had passed without incident.

"A lucid dreamer since he was a babe in his mother's arms, the poor man had sought to quell sleepless nights through the aid of medicine…he had thought himself free of the tormenting nightmares after years of practiced treatment…until now…"

Glancing up at the lady who had recited his life's story with some added dramatic flair, Andrew chuckles before deciding to entertain the striking woman before him, not able to help it as his eyes, now blessed with clear vision once more, begin to wander over her tempting body, clad in the rubbery leotard of a character he was well versed with.

"And you…you're Morrigan Aensland, adopted daughter to Belial and queen bee of Makai, there's a lot more fluff in there but it'll take forever to go through all that…"

"As expected of the one wise enough to choose me as their vessel to lead them to victory. With your skills, that game turned out quite well indeed…but I must tell you now; this is no dream."

As far as dreams went, being told he wasn't in one by a video game character of all things was a first for Andrew, treating it all like one big joke he would soon forget come morning, the man decides to entertain the perfect imitation of Morrigan in front of him, scoffing while leaning forward a little, completely unaware of the situation he was truly in right now.

"I don't think so…heard that one too many times now. And I know myself better than whatever creation my own mind conjures up. So-"

"I know you'll try to ask me something only you would know…I also know that to be feigned curiosity…you think all of this is some sort of dream, not like I can blame you…so let's you and I come to a compromise~"

Crawling over the sheets with her bat like wings spreading overhead as if to corner the slightly intimidated young man, Morrigan's presence quells the growing flame of confidence in Andrew, pushing him back down onto the bed with a gentle press of her warm hand against his chest, tracing the outlines of his slightly flabby yet firm chest with a dainty finger. Planting a knee between his legs that would make escape a rather difficult task.

But with a large pair of boobs with pink areola teased by the furred hem of a tight leotard that looked like it could slip free at any moment hanging down in his face and the warm, seductive voice of a temptress slipping into his ears, Andrew had zero intention of fleeing, totally convinced this lucid dream of his was slowly becoming a wet one.

"If you agree, I'll show you the time of your life…think of it as a…reward…for being such an adoring fan~"

"Whatever you say queen…do I even have a choice in the first place?"

"I'd most certainly like you to believe that…but you know me too well…as I do you.."

With a snap of her fingers, the plain void around them fills with color and texture as cobblestone flooring manifests itself over white, joined with dark, gothic furniture and pillars decorated with extrusions shaped after the skulls of beast and man.

Feeling the warmth of ghostfire against his face as classic wax candles spark to life, Andrew's eyes grow wide as the cheap bed beneath him begins to change, bubbling like organic fluid accompanied by the sounds of tortured metal and rustling sheets as an unseen force bends it into new shapes; struts, expensive velvety fabric, comfortable bedding and semi transparent curtains, ending off with a king sized canopy bed by the time the ceiling above had finished taking shape. Leaving Andrew in an unfamiliar place he could only guess at with Morrigan's non-existent weight pressing down against his waist as she straddles him, thick thighs locked firmly against him and a soft pair of lower lips clothed by rubbery latex nudging against his rock hard groin.

"This place…bedroom…don't tell me it's…yours?"

Giggling with a faint hint of vindictive intent behind it, Morrigan's foxy eyes flash for a moment before her signature leotard, alongside the rest of her skintight clothing and heels vanish entirely, leaving her buxom body exposed, giving Andrew a rush of excitement as he too, realizes he had been similarly disrobed, watching as the last shreds of his pajamas burn away in ethereal violet tinted cinders. An erect pecker ready to receive the gift promised to him by his phantom lover.

Despite how life-like everything was and the sensations pressing down around his body; the heat, the thrills, the comfortable first class bed beneath him and the erotic warmth radiating from one of his favourite video game characters of all time digging her curvaceous body in all its nude glory into his. Some part of Andrew's psyche still didn't want to accept the fact that this was more than just a dream. Something the succubus was more than eager to rectify with a little hands-on lesson as she raises herself up with powerful calves, lowering herself over Andrew until their bodies were well and truly intertwined together; breasts melting into abs, a tender navel over a gaunt belly, porcelain smooth pillars locked around hairy trunks, flushed faces staring each other in the eyes.

"Still not convinced I see, but it matters not. For you'll be the very first being amongst Man and Demon to experience my newest enchantment~"

"E-Enchantment? B-But I thought we were gonna-ugh!"

Interrupting his worried quip with a sudden jerk of her head, Andrew's body instantly falls limp after a sudden spasm of the limbs accompanied by fingers and toes twitching from scrambled commands sent by a pleasure wracked brain after Morrigan slips her lithe tongue down his throat, playing around inside his mouth while running her dexterous hands over his body, pressing down, pinching and flicking spots he never knew could feel so good in his short lived life, drowning in this newfound ecstasy while remaining completely oblivious to the violet lights being traced across his sweat slick skin by his loving bedmate, equally vindictive eyes aglow with the same energy being poured into Andrew's body, triggering slow building changes that only grew more visible with each passing moment, starting with the region around his mouth still locked tight around Morrigan's own, infusing her fluids with the substance every succubus like herself produced to sustain her life force while pumping the human's body with her essence; fragments of her own soul. Except instead of sex, Morrigan was unique in her ability to produce more of it from the consumption of dreams and the emotional high resulting from them.

And as Andrew continued to bask in the warmth of her company alongside the orgasmic bliss he felt after just a few short teases, that would in turn fuel Morrigan's supply of juice being funneled slowly into the human's body.

Hugging Andrew's jerky head with wicked hands, Morrigan's eyes narrow further as she watches her experiment begin in earnest; spying cracked lips bloating with pert flesh until they matched hers in both texture and fullness, feeling the man's rough cheeks fill with baby fat beneath her palms until they were smooth and rosy mounds, taking a personal role in molding her partner into something greater as her thumbs press down lightly on his eyelids; doing away with heavy bags, blemishes and stiff hairs before replacing them with sleek lashes, foxy slits and shimmering green irises struggling to focus on her face.

With a gentle caress of the scalp combined with harsh, sudden spurts of hair pulling, Andrew's unkempt head of wavy brown hair pulls away in Morrigan's hands to become long, shimmering locks of flowing turquoise, as light as a feather yet sturdier than a bulwark, Morrigan pulls away from Andrew's unrecognizable face with a wet pop and a bridge of saliva radiating a faint pink aura between their lips. But to the excited succubus, it was like looking into a mirror with the exception of her reflected visage behind attached to a still human and very male body, her smile widening further as movement atop Andrew's cranium signaled the success of her preliminary tests with the manifestation of winged protrusions tearing themselves free of their fleshy prison; dark leathery wings refracting the warm orange hue of the ambient lighting.

"Mmmhm~ Looking lovely already?"

"L-Lovely? M-Morri…gan…what're you-"

Shushing the partly transfigured Andrew with a finger over plump lips with a miffed look on her face at the sound of a gruff man's voice escaping her own face, Morrigan lowers herself onto Andrew's still manly torso, already bereft of body hair from her earlier efforts and ripe for alteration as a fresh burst of warm air washes over his neckline, compelling flesh to shift and skin to lose their tanned complexion, taking on the same creamy pale coloration his face had already been consumed by as the bulge of an Adam's Apple in Andrew's rapidly thinning neck recedes until nothing but a gentle slope leading down to a slowly inflating chest remains, accompanied by a raspy voice giving way to a sonorous melody dripping with salacious undertones, but something seemed off with it…as if it was missing one critical component.

*SNAP* "There we go…much better isn't it?"

"Wh-whuh? My voice…it sounds like…and is that Scottish? Why am I Scottish?!"

A simple rewiring of certain regions of the brain, and accents, language and perception were of little concern, as malleable as the flesh that housed it all.

But by now, Andrew had an inkling as to what Morrigan had in store for him, doing his damnedest to push away all while the true to life succubus continues to work on his body, holding his burly arms down with nothing more than her waifish pair, digging sharp nails into the back of his hands while nibbling on his hardened nips, encouraging the subtle growth behind them to hasten, melting firm muscle into soft, gelatinous mass while reigniting dormant organs and nerves, adding to the buoyancy of a firm yet massive pair of milkers protruding from his chest, seemingly drawing from the rest of Andrew's body as thick calves and obese layers of fat earned from hours of sitting still vanish in no time flat, filling in elsewhere across his rapidly thinning body; a gaunt ass bloating into a firm bubble butt, lanky arms becoming curvaceous branches tipped with dainty fingers, muscle clad thighs earning an equal layer of plump fat, empty calves extending into smooth pillars begging for a hand to rub them good, tapering off into petite feet equipped with flexible toes jerking in the throes of ecstasy.

With the wet, heavy splat of meat against meat as Morrigan retreats to inspect her work once again, the succubus giggles.at the sight of her own stupendous breasts rising and falling with each haggard breath atop Andrew's chest escaping a tiny mouth in short womanly gasps, wet tongue lolling in the air, dripping sweet nectar down a sharp chin, tracing the dips and curves of a sexy neckline before rolling down the cleavage of a healthy set of breasts. Feeling a pang of excitement run through her chest at the sight of her own eyes rolled up into her cranium, her voluptuous figure splayed out in a sweaty mess on the bed and the interesting sight of a man's erect member peeking out from between her legs, lifting the hot rod up to peek at Andrew's deflated testicles with a dripping wet gash already present between them. A fascinatingly horrid sight indeed.

"My, oh my~ To look at my own reflection behaving so crudely…so…bestial…I must remember to thank Jedah once I'm done beating his skull in~"

There was still one more step to go before her work was done and for Andrew to fully crawl forth from his chrysalis a changed man…or in this case; a new sister to join in the ranks of the succubi family. With her kind on the decline, Morrigan never really paid much focus to finding ways to repopulate their numbers. But after experiencing the thrills of subjecting a human to her essence and watching from up close and personal as they begin to wash away under her splendor? That prospect was slowly creeping forward into the front of her mind.

But she still had a job to do, a world to return to, a bastard to knock off her throne once more. And so, as she tucks a lock of hair behind her ears, Morrigan leans forward, kissing the head of Andrew's last remaining vestige still remaining on the body of her perfect replica, sliding it's fleshy length down inside her throat while peeking her ears up to take in the sounds of her own voice groaning in the throes of ecstatic bliss, feeling her head bob and shake to the tune of Andrew's child birthing hips thrusting back and forth, arching his shapely spine till his receding member bumps into the back of Morrigan's throat, eliciting no response from the experienced succubus with her non existent gag reflex.

On the other side of the bed however, Andrew wasn't faring as well as Morrigan was, feeling a strange out-of-body experience ever since his bedmate had locked lips with his, the man was struggling to fight off a haze of exhaustion, lust and fear assaulting his brain, feeling clicks as if someone was triggering his synapses non stop, feeling his thoughts reset constantly, vision whiting our before returning in a blurry mess, offering only brief glimpses of a body he no longer recognized as his own with turquoise locks framing his vision alongside strange sensations pricking him in new places; a heavier, buoyant chest, a tightened tummy lined with sexy layers of muscle and toned of subtle red and a strong tugging sensation deep inside his groin, emanating from a growing furnace just beneath the flesh that had already consumed his testicles, no longer able to feel the jiggle of his two best friends between his legs as they finish flanking a heated womb, filling him up with strange feelings  and new urges as Morrigan finishes off with the first and last blowjob he would ever receive, feasting on the biggest release of a man's essence while feeling her mouth empty itself of its guest, popping her head free from between her clone's legs to reveal a puckered pussy where a giant dick once, thick labia lips visibly pulsing, aching for what it has lost to fill it's empty innards once more as Andrew's fading manhood settles in beneath a pink fleshy blanket above it. Reduced to a twitching clit atop her brand new set of privates with nary a hint of public hair to be seen.

With her mental self fully converted into Morrigan's likeness, the succubus parts from her clone to give her space as a sharp cry escapes her lips, followed up by a throaty moan as her back arches clear off the bed with the formation of two fleshy limbs pushing free off her spine, flapping wildly as wings take shape, talons harden into polished blades and nerves connect to give her full control over them before Andrew's second set of wings collapse into a heap around her, leaving the naked succubus in a pool of her own make seeping into the bed beneath her. Giggling vapidly with an expression of cocklust screwing up her lovely visage. To Morrigan, it was like looking into a possible side of her; a raunchier side she kept well under lock and key if the image of her respected lineage was to be left untainted.

But the physical and mental stress of the transformation had left Andrew severely tuckered out. Push it any further and her mind would shatter under the added weight. Morrigan needed a thinking ally in all this, not a brain dead meat puppet that looked like her.

"And it wouldn't be much of a reward if I harmed a hair on your head now would it?"

All she got as a reply was a simple gurgle, giggling as she silenced the dream fog holding Andrew hostage. Returning them both into the material plane as her body slips free of Andrew's own, pulling and distorting his physical shell until all that remained in the dark room were two similarly dressed succubi, one side awake and the other fast asleep with a subtle blush on her cheeks and the erect tips of her nipples peeking through her skin tight leotard with a slight wet spot between her legs. No trace left of the human man that had gone to bed in loose janky pajamas where she now lay, a curvaceous silhouette framed by turquoise threads that could never be bent out of shape and large wicked wings folded around her pinched in waist. Caressing her soft cheeks, Morrigan lands a gentle peck on her nose before phasing through the window and out into the open world beyond.

There were still a good few hours left till the sun was due to crest over the horizon and her curiosity about this strangely familiar yet new world still needed to be satisfied. So while her new sister slept, Morrigan would leave her be to go for a little trip out into the city streets, taking in the sights and sounds till she would inevitably grow bored once more. Just as she had grown tired of all the material joys and experiences back in her own world.

By the time Morrigan had skipped out of her second bar after having had her fill of some less than lovely conversations with the crude individuals of this timeline with no tact or respect about the way they presented themselves, Andrew would begin to stir from her slumber as the first rays of sunlight wash over her face, pricking the pale luster of her skin, sleek eyelids fluttering open with deep green irises peering out at the world in shock…

EPILOGUE

"Ughh..my head…my body…that dream wasn't…fake?"

It was all so sudden that Andrew hadn't realized she'd smashed her forehead into the ceiling until her bum had shot back into the bed with a thunderous creak as her keen eyes caught sight of the crater left in the tough cement construct above.

But an impact of that strength should've left her severely injured, instead, all she felt was a dull ache in her forehead before it recedes completely, leaving her feeling a-okay before her vision draws downward, inciting panic laced with a tinge of excitement once her eyes grace the cleavage of perfect bosom, curvy arms, an athletic core and perfect legs wrapped up tight in pink leggings wreathed in patterns of cartoon bats.

It didn't take her long to realize what had become of her, of the person she had been transformed into, flexing dexterous fingers against the sunlight with the heavy weight of lethargy hanging over her despite the blissful sleep she had awoken from, wings fluttering weakly by her side as she rises off the bed to get a better look at herself in the full body mirror beside her laptop. Shivering in awkward embarrassment before something at the back of her mind wills her forward, convincing her to stare herself down, to look upon the voluptuous form of Morrigan Aensland reflected back at her, and treat is as her own, becoming emboldened as the image of her old Caucasian American self soon loses its close spot in her heart, becoming enamored by her own reflection the longer she looks into it, blissfully unaware of her hands gaining a life of their own as they draw closer towards her new privates and heaving assets…

"Getting a little adventurous now are we? Loving my gift?"

Until a voice from behind catches her attention, snapping Andrew back to reality as a warm hand wraps around her waist and shoulders pulling her in for a tight one sided embrace as her mirror image enters the fray, or rather, the original that had made her this way, turned her into the spitting image of Morrigan herself, blushing upon the realization that everything she had felt, the sounds she had made…

"Y-You?! So…last night, the dream…the…bed…it was all real?"

"Very much so dear~ So? I did say this was a gift…how're you feeling? Loving the feel of a succubus' body? From the looks of it earlier, you certainly were about to get things going nice and warm back there~"

"N-No! I…I uh…just felt a little warm was all…just…not used to…y'know, being a girl and all…if you don't mind me asking though…why…how're you even here? Standing with me in my room? Y-You're supposed to be a video game character!"

Chortling with laughter as she parts from Andrew, Morrigan moves over to take a seat on his vacant bed, twirling a lock of hair in her fingers with her face taking on a serious expression. Ready to divulge her reasons for being here.

"I assume you know who Jedah is? Because where I come from, he and I are most certainly not 'video game characters'. And a life or death battle is most certainly not something to make light of…"

Hearing that name stirs a momentary flare of anger within Andrew's chest, nodding her head slowly as her thankfully still intact nerd database fills her in on the second rival to the Aensland family.

"Uh huh…that tall blue guy…don't tell me he's here too?"

"Thankfully no…but I suspect he's already graced your realm with his treacherous presence seeing as he was the one who sent me here against my will…and the reason why I'm here with a proposition for you."

Perking to attention as Morrigan phases over in the blink of an eye right in front of her, the Makaian queen takes ahold of her hands in an earnest plea to the heart. Intense green eyes staring straight into her own.

"The only reason I turned you into an aspect of me was because I liked the way you chose me to play in that game of yours last night, like I said; a reward for being such a devoted fan…but part way through the process, I've also imbued you with my soul, giving you access to my share of abilities…the reason I suspect should already be crystal clear in that intellectual head of yours with the information I've provided?"

And she was right to an extent; if her words were to be trusted, then Jedah had forcefully ejected her from their world with his superior ability to traverse realms and universes with ease in the hopes of taking control over Makai while she was gone. And in her usual state of wanderlust when discovering something new for the first time, had come across him and the curious little game with her likeness available as a character to control, nodding her head slowly once all the facts were lined up in her mind.

But although she had an inkling as to why Morrigan had spent the time and effort to split her power into another vessel instead of just brute forcing it back to her world, Andrew wanted to hear her say it.

"So…if you had all this power…why couldn't you just return home right away? Nip the problem in the bud before it takes root?"

"Indeed…I could simply slam myself through as many portals as possible till I inevitably end up back home…and knock some sense into that sniveling snake…but you know me; where would the fun be in that?"

"And judging by the hole in the ceiling…having a junior around to mentor and partner up with isn't something I can say I've done in a long, long time…so? What do you say? Are you in?"

Something inside of Andrew was telling her to say no, to look the other way and return to a life of normalcy. But the nurturing seeds of a new persona told her otherwise, to brighten up her life and take a step forward in a new direction; experience the thrills of a once in a lifetime opportunity. And besides, could anyone really say they got to be with their favorite video game character in more ways than one?

“Ahh hell…why not…It's not like I've got anything going on anyways…we should get some breakfast going though, feel like I'm running on fumes…"

"Oh no dear, I'm afraid ordinary meals just won't cut it anymore…you're me now…a succubus in body and soul; so that means there's only one way to satiate that hunger…to fill that cold emptiness you feel inside your belly."

"D-Don't tell me I've got to…you know…"

"Oh? Well…if you really want to, not like I have a say in things…but there exists another way. Much like how I fed off of you last night…you can do the same, subsist off the energies given off when a human achieves an emotional high in their subconscious dreamscape… and come nightfall, you'll have your first taste of it~"

"But what about Je-"

Silencing her sister with a finger over her lip that slowly pries them apart to probe at her warm tongue, Morrigan pulls Andrew in, collapsing on the bed together in a heap as her trained wings fold over the two of them, draping them in darkness with only the subtle glow of their eyes to illuminate the stuffy, fragrant interior of their cocoon.

"Patience dear…patience…before all that I must have you learn the ways of how an Aensland succubus conducts herself…I don't doubt your knowledge of me…but I believe a hands-on experience is necessary to hone one's technique…don't you think so too?"

All she could do was nod with a soft sigh of relief, joining Morrigan in her dreams as the two slept in anticipation for the coming night. Jedah would get his comeuppance soon enough, but, as she said, they had all the time in the world to get familiarized with each other…

Whether or not Morrigan had plans to keep her alongside her ranks in the Aensland Castle once this was all over, Andrew didn’t really mind. For now, she had some lessons to learn, and by the time her first night had come and gone, the second Morrigan would be more than confident in her newfound beauty and strength, twisting men in the tips of her fingers under the guidance of the original as the two hit the sleepy streets with pomp in their step and a long line of starstruck men and women trailing behind them…

THE END