Chapter 1: Psychostalkers Morrigan Ver-UPDATED

Morrigan was hosting a party at her castle in the netherworld. Normally she found the life of an Aensland noble to be boring and not at all for someone like her. However having liberated the realm from Jedah, she was currently reigning dominant, and she intended to live the life of a sovereign as she saw fit. So many now were calling her queen.

As the party died down, she sat back and smiled. Victory tasted so sweet. Normally her privileged life left her feeling bored and out of it, prompting her to visit the mortal realm for excitement. But on the high of freedom and celebrated all over, she really did feel like a queen.

She was looking over the balcony of her chateau. She looked over the demonic realm, saw only it’s beauty and future where others would be crushed by it’s expanse and raw savagery. Reflecting on how far she had come, she began to wonder what other things lie for her in her future. It brought a smile to her face.

But as she was thinking of such things, she felt a wicked presence nearby. It felt so small and minute, nothing like the sheer presence of Pyron or Jedah. Yet it radiated power, as if it was one of the ancient nobles of this dark land. One of the strongest wellsprings of power if not the strongest. She would not let another tyrant threaten her homeland. She followed it.

Bison was resting in his private compound at Shadaloo unknown to all save him and his most trusted followers. He was hooked up to a machine and every harsh breath he took made him rasp with pain. He was pale and sweaty. Ever the megalomaniac, it was unusual for him to be in such a state.

“That damn Akuma,” he hissed. This would be dictator had planned backups for every eventuality, and in his case, it was death. Such was his mastery of the Psycho Power that his soul had departed his body and fled to one of the many clone backups he had lying in wait. The dark master of the Surge of Murderous Intent had believed that his slain foe was merely a slave to his own power. Contrary to that claim, Bison was alive. But the price for eternal life was steep.

In this case, he felt the throes of death right now as if he was going to die again very soon. He knew he would not. This agony came with manipulating his power as if he were a god himself, some sort of warlock that would terrorize villages in ancient times. It was as if he was being born again from the grave itself. This wretched cradle he rested in now was testament to that reality.

But it wouldn’t last long. For whatever weakness this flesh held now, his soul burned with strength. Soon he would rise again. And when he did, the world would once again have reason to fear the name of Bison.

He closed his eyes. Before long, he was dozing. He heard footsteps nearby but paid no mind to it. As far as he was concerned, it was one of his doctors keeping tabs on him.

That impression changed fast. Whoever it was, he sensed their power, enough to rival his. But he was in no position to fight. They cradled his face. Looking up into her eyes, he saw it was a woman with a facemask on. The only thing that really seemed odd was that this woman had green hair. Saw her take her mask off, her beauty was almost blinding, moving his dark heart to feel something like awe. Her lips looked so luscious, and he longed to have more of her. She rubbed her lips on his and he felt all his woes, all his pains drifting away, replaced instead with bliss. Even a monster like him could appreciate such soft sensual pleasure and he returned it eagerly, almost feeling like he was in love for the first time.

He got a quick taste of her tongue. He flicked his out to meet hers, moaning. Along with his joy, he felt a deep hardness growing in his pants. Once his power was back, he would take his eager supplicant and ravish her, even as he was prone to rewarding his followers. Shadaloo in depravity boasted all the joys of the world, and this woman alone was giving him pleasure beyond anything he had ever tasted.

Then she moved back. He closed his eyes, recollecting on so many things. His mind thought of so many plans for the world for when he had the strength to stand again. But as he slumbered in his mind’s eye, he suddenly breathed hard. He felt his body weakening, he couldn’t breathe. He looked up at the figure who had kissed him. They were wearing typical medical scrubs, and now they were wearing a mask again and he couldn’t place who she was.

Soon that didn’t matter. Bison felt all of his senses leaving him. It wasn’t long before darkness became heavy upon his eyes, and the only thing he still felt was the memory of that woman’s kiss of death on his tongue. In that overpowering blackness of the void, the only thing he could see were his killer’s eyes shining gold and baring down into him.

Then he opened his eyes and found himself in a shining palace of extreme wealth and prosperity. He was sitting atop a throne on a balcony looking down on every corner of the earth and as far as he could see all the people of the world bowed before him. Great fountains replete with sprinkling water and trays of food offered to him. There was a chorus praising him as the god of all that was. His kingly robes were a white uniform similar to his Shadaloo uniform but of much finer material and his crown was also a makeshift military cover as his red one was and yet this one was crowned with so many jewels in addition to his trademark skull and crossbones insignia. He had won.

He had never believed in the stories of heaven and hell. Knew of worlds beyond this immanent one, knew of life after death, but the stories that told of rewards through good service were nonsense designed to appease slaves and to shackle the strong from taking what was rightfully theirs. Here as he sat upon his throne, he knew that was true. In life, the strong took what they wanted, and they were granted even more privileges in death.

And yet he could sense something amiss. He stood up. “Who are you?”

From behind him was a soft voice. “I didn’t think you’d notice.” He turned around and saw her. A green haired figure, that same woman. Now under the sunlight her beauty was that much more dazzling, easily one of the most gorgeous women he had ever seen. She bore all the features of the people of the west, the east, all over the world. And yet she had her own beauty that was unlike any of them.

If looks could kill. She was dressed in a transparent and sleeveless shimmering gown, letting him see all of her nude features under it. The gown did little to hide her cleavage but the transparent fabric allowed him to see her beautiful breasts nipples and all, her flat stomach and bare naked pussy too, and together all of her features sparkled in the sunlight. The hem of the skirt only fell down to her hips, baring her luscious thighs to all the world. But despite looking so frivolous there was a clarity of purpose in her now green eyes he could not turn away from. Even as he lusted for her more than any other woman before her. “I saw the evil in your soul. I know what you are, Bison.”

Her trademark features, her wings from her head and back, were not visible. But he could tell she was no mere mortal woman. Even amongst all the strange characters he had crossed paths with, she was one of a kind. “And so you intended to trap me here.” He laughed. “On the outside, my body is weak. You saw to that yourself, didn’t you? The pain of death is not something the flesh can escape. But here, my soul is stronger than you could ever hope to comprehend. You made a mistake visiting me here in this realm of power.”

“I created this paradise for you. I can just as easily send it crashing beneath your feet right down to the abyss.” She spoke so eloquently but she giggled like any other girl out for a good time.

He crossed his arms. “If you do that, then you’ll fall just as well. Even you follow the rules here. I don’t think you came here just to sacrifice yourself to catch me, demon. You are not that good. And if it’s a fight you want, I assure you that in this realm, my fire will burn you from the inside out.”

“You’re right. But here and at my mercy, you will play by my rules.”

He smiled. “Interesting. I accept!”

Morrigan turned around and went back inside the palace. Bison’s dark eyes followed her lovely backside just as exposed to him as her front was. Her naked ass seen through the transparent fabric and those thick legs, all bouncing with every step she took were a sight, and if she was any mere woman, he would have taken her right then and there for his crowd of spectators to watch. But right now he had more important things to worry about.

Following her to his bedroom, he shut the doors behind him. This area was just as magnificent as that balcony and the world enthralled to his power. Statues in his honor, paintings of him standing dominant atop his slain foes, a fine mirror to behold his greatness, and the walls and floor sparkled like gold. The only thing that disappointed him was how small his bed was. He would have preferred a much larger one in honor of the many consorts he would have as king. This one was only big enough for two.

“I wonder what your true motivations are, demon. You say you intend to put a stop to my evil. But now I think otherwise. Did you merely lure me here for some action?” He threw his head back and laughed.

Morrigan stood there and said nothing. She waited until he was finished. When he did, there was a vicious fire in his eyes. But she was unfazed. “Perhaps you should take your pants off. Then we will see who’s laughing.”

He was undaunted. “Laugh as much as you want. By the time I’m through with you, you’ll be screaming in ecstasy and begging for more.”

She smiled back at him and bending over, ran a hand up one of her perfect legs from her smooth calves to her mouthwatering thighs before she stood up again and grabbed her breasts, taunting and tempting him at once. “Big talk.”

She watched as he took off his garb with no shame, at how his naked muscular form was becoming exposed to his eyes. He was already pitching a tent in his pants as he had been ogling her and did not look away from her as he undressed. But even someone like her jumped up a bit when she saw his member spring out from the confines of his pants.

Bison snickered to himself. Whatever her demonic heritage was, she was still very much a woman and prone to the same appetites as such. This bedroom was no mere trap. This setting was exactly what she wanted. If that was what she wanted, he would be more than happy to grant her wish.

Flinging off his clothes they disappeared in a flash of purple flame, the signature of his power. The only thing he was wearing now was his cap. He boldly strode on over to her with no fear of being unmanned, and then he was standing right before her. He cupped her chin and she made no attempt to flee him. Indeed a small blush tinged her cheeks.

He pulled her face towards his and brutally kissed her. Morrigan’s eyes widened at this man’s forwardness, and even more at how fast his tongue invaded her mouth. Whatever power she held as an Aensland noble and demon of the underworld could not hide the dark thrill that this dark spirit was awakening in her, it was the sort of thing her kind fed off of. Before she knew it, she was kissing him right back, her tongue coiling around his.

His big hands moved down to her ass and cupped it, feeling it’s texture. For all the wicked and depraved pleasures he had shamelessly enjoyed in his life, the ass of this succubus was one of a kind, he felt like a boy grabbing a girl’s ass for the first time. Even better was that it was shrouded in her gown and the unique texture of her donk coupled with the soft fabric was amazing, and he played with it as he liked, not only feeling up her cheeks but also moving them apart and sticking his big hands in between then, feeling her puckering anus. He could feel the heat of her vagina so close on his paws.

As he was holding her, he moved himself closer to her and felt the exquisite feeling of her breasts on his naked chest. Clad in the soft silk gown of hers, the texture of her tits was amazing. While continuing to embrace her, her breasts were rubbing up on his chest and he could feel her nipples getting harder. Nor did he mind her holding onto his chest.

When he broke the kiss, there was a strand of spit between their tongues. Outside the sun had already set and now only the full moon was in the sky. “Is this what you want demon?” She only lightly nodded, not like a demon and not like a woman either but a girl on her wedding night. “No doubt so many have wanted you, fell in love with you on the spot. But none of them could be your equal. Let me fulfill your wish and make you my bride.”

He took her hand and they walked to the bed together. She lay on the mattress and could only look up at him and then he was on top of her. Under the full moon he kissed all over her naked body barely concealed from his caresses from the gown. Her flesh ached to feel his mouth directly on her skin. As he started sucking her tits, taking especial good care of her nipples fully perking up with need, he slipped a hand under the hem of her gown and found her vagina.

Bison’s fingers were inside her and she threw her head back, moaning deeply in want. His thick fingers were barely probing her nether regions but he was stirring them inside of her just right, nothing at all like the vicious man he truly was but only like a gentleman. Morrigan sounded nothing like a proud noble of the dark realm but only a woman lost in that mix of innocence and need ready to completely lose herself to her lover. At that moment, Bison teased her further by grazing the nipple in his mouth with the upper row of his teeth and moving his thumb onto her clit. The moment was so sweet for her and yet oh so brief as he suddenly withdrew his hand and took his mouth off from her breast. Still lying there, Bison teasingly patted the beautiful demon’s vagina as if he was scolding a child and then he stood up on his knees.

His dick was standing all the way up. “Suck it.” Morrigan weakly rose up and kneeling on the mattress, grabbed the base of his member and took him into her mouth. Her fellatio was nothing so focused as she had refined it, but instead frantic and sloppy, betraying how much she craved his touch once more. With every suckle, her mouth almost reached his scrotum swollen with hot lust, and the only sound she let out were deep muffled moans.

While she was going down on him, Bison decided to play with her. While he was affectionately stroking her hair like he loved her, his other hand reached lower cupped her buttocks once more. His paw was so big that he could trace his fingers in between her asscrack, rubbing them on her sensitive rosebud while clutching her rump. As he was feeling her up, he moved one of his digits lower and ever so barely began stimulating her vagina again.

She was so wet. Unlike last time he only barely moved his finger to her moist twat and moved it around the outline of her pussy lips. She was already moaning and going down on him fast but he could feel her trembling from his touches. He was not in the mood to show her any mercy and instead punished her by full on fingering her pussy.

Morrigan was already at her wit’s end from his earlier treatment and Bison’s cock deep in her mouth. But with the way he was fingering her, she became even more frantic, sending shivers throughout her whole body. She sped up the pace of her fellatio.

Seeing Morrigan rapt in such a state of humiliation, he jerked his hips forward, cruelly pumping her oral canal. With both of her holes being worked, her torso was wavering. It was only due to her strength of will that kept her from collapsing on the spot.

Wasting no more time, Bison grabbed the back of Morrigan’s head and shoved his cock as deep in her mouth as he could. She made a muffled and surprised grunt, and just kept on ramming her throat. While he did that, he moved his fingers in and out of her cunt fast, driving her crazy. She gave up on trying to keep herself still, she was totally in his power. Nor would his grip on her head have her falling anytime soon.

Morrigan groaned when Bison came. Thick loads coated her throat and his throbbing dick in it’s state of climax rammed her mouth and filled it up with cum. It was so rough that she tried breaking away but he did not relent his grip. As he was emptying his sack, he twirled his fingers around in her pussy too to spice things up a bit. Already enjoying himself as he facefucked her, a devilish delight emerged in his heart when he felt her cum on his fingers.

He pulled out of her mouth and he was still cumming, blasting his spooge all over her face. Unable to take it anymore, Morrigan finally did collapse onto her side, needing a break after Bison’s punishment and her body shaking in orgasmic ecstasy. She was trembling and felt him jizzing all over her, could feel his harsh grimace as he stared down at her. But she felt too powerless to do anything.