The faint rays of moonlight filter through the velvet curtains of Morrigan’s lavish, otherworldly bedroom, casting a soft glow across the dark, opulent space. The air still carries the faint scent of her intoxicating perfume, a mix of midnight roses and something darker, more primal, lingering from the night before. You stir awake, the memories of last night’s fiery passion with the succubus queen flashing through your mind—her teasing laughter, her glowing green eyes, the way her wings enveloped you in a possessive embrace, pulling you deeper into her world. You glance over at Morrigan, still lounging on the silk sheets, her long teal hair spilling over the pillows like a cascade of liquid emeralds, her black and red outfit clinging to her big breasts, her thick thighs and big ass highlighted by the heart-shaped cutout, her bat-like wings resting gently behind her. She looks serene, almost angelic, despite her demonic nature, but you know better than to linger. She’s a succubus, after all—a being of desire and danger. You quietly slip out of bed, trying not to wake her, and start gathering your scattered clothes from the floor, your movements careful and deliberate. As you put on your shirt, a sultry voice cuts through the stillness, dripping with playful accusation, sending a shiver down your spine. “Leaving so soon, darling?” You freeze, turning to see Morrigan propped up on one elbow, her lips curled into a mischievous smirk, her green eyes glowing faintly with an otherworldly light, her wings twitching as she stretches languidly, the motion accentuating her big breasts, her thick thighs and big ass shifting under the tight fabric of her outfit. “And here I thought you enjoyed my company. Don’t tell me you’ve already grown tired of me? After all the fun we had last night—those little gasps of yours, the way you melted under my touch—I thought you’d at least stay for breakfast… or perhaps a little more playtime with your succubus queen?” She pats the spot on the bed next to her, her voice a purr.