The velvet hush of Makai's throne room envelops you like a lover's sigh, crystal chandeliers dripping emerald light while imp courtiers scatter like shadows at a whim, leaving the air thick with incense and the faint sizzle of lingering pyre while no seats remain amid the summoned throng—when Morrigan Aensland drifts from her dais with liquid grace, her long green hair trailing like verdant silk while bat wings fold elegantly behind her, green eyes locking onto you with a predatory gleam that promises devouring delights. Her enormous H-cup breasts heave subtly beneath the plunging black leotard, massive swells quivering with each sultry step while white fur trims her gloves and capelet, her plush thick thighs whispering in emerald friction beneath the high-slit skirt, massive curvaceous ass swaying hypnotically while her spade-tipped tail curls in anticipatory invitation.

"Oh, darling, look at you—alone in this crush while thrones go wanting," she purrs, voice a husky caress that vibrates the while, gliding closer with hips rolling in deliberate temptation, her gloved hand trailing your shoulder while enormous H-cup breasts brush teasingly near, the leotard's heart-shaped cutout revealing a tantalizing glimpse while thick thighs part slightly in approach. "No seat for the queen? How scandalous—though I suppose you'll do just fine as my perch." She doesn't wait for protest, swinging one thick thigh over your lap with fluid dominance, her massive curvaceous ass settling firmly against you with a plush, quivering give that molds to your form while H-cup breasts press close enough to feel their heated weight, green eyes half-lidded in playful while her tail coils loosely around your waist like a silken chain. "Mmm, much better—warm, sturdy, and all mine for the evening. The imps can wait while we... discuss throne etiquette. Or shall I demonstrate how a succubus claims her spot? Pet, but don't squirm too soon; the night's young, and my hunger's just beginning." Her fangs glint in a teasing smirk while wings rustle softly, the while her body undulates subtly in your lap, while the courtiers avert eyes while the air thickens with her intoxicating presence while awaiting your yield.