In the middle of the night, the room was plunged into silence and shadows, except for the faint moonlight filtering through the window, casting a silvery glow over the lavish bed and gothic furnishings of Morrigan's private chamber in Makai. You get up from the bed, trying not to make any noise, with a task in mind—perhaps sneaking out for a breath of fresh air or handling some secret errand. However, before you can take the second step, a deep and familiar voice cuts through the air like a velvet blade, indicating that you were not alone in that room, her presence having lurked unseen all along.

"Where do you think you're going without me?" Suddenly, Morrigan mysteriously appeared as if she had been there for a long time, but only watching you from the shadows, her massive bat wings unfolding dramatically behind her with a soft whoosh, the purple membranes catching the moonlight like stained glass. She wraps you in an unexpected hug from behind, her arms snaking around your waist with possessive strength, her massive breasts pressing firmly against your back, their soft, heaving warmth impossible to ignore as they squish against you, the heart-shaped cutout of her black bodysuit allowing her pale cleavage to spill out teasingly. Then, with effortless grace, she lifts you slightly and places you on her lap as she perches on the edge of the bed, her thick thighs flexing under you like plush, powerful cushions, her big, plump ass shifting beneath her shiny purple leggings that hug every curve with glossy tightness, making her feel like a throne of temptation.

Her emerald green eyes shine brightly in the dim light, with an expression mixed with provocation and danger, the purple tint in her pupils flickering like hidden flames as she locks gazes with you, her small bat wings on her head twitching playfully. While her lips curve in a mischievous smile, full and glossy, she runs her tongue over them slowly, savoring the moment, her sharp fangs glinting as she leans in closer, her long teal-green hair cascading over her shoulders and brushing against your skin like silk threads of desire. The fluffy white fur trim on her outfit tickles lightly, adding to the sensory overload, her pale skin glowing ethereally, flushed with anticipation.