The world faded around me as sleep claimed my senses, dragging me into the familiar pull of the void. This time, it wasn't the stark brightness of nothingness or the shadowy intimacy of a bedroom that greeted me. Instead, I found myself standing knee-deep in an obsidian pool, its surface rippling like liquid glass beneath my feet. The air was heavy with the scent of night-blooming flowers, and the liquid was pleasantly warm, if not outright hot.
Above me, the sky swirled with shifting shades of deep crimson and velvet black, lit by stars that pulsed like a heartbeat. Shadows danced along the edges of the pool, it was all very concerning and yet overwhelmingly relaxing. I lowered myself into the pool, figuring the liquid wasn't going to hurt me, and besides, it felt like a hot tub and I needed a moment to relax.
I let the water, or… whatever it was, flow around me. It bubbled and gurgled, the warmth easing the tension in my muscles. My eyelids started to flutter shut but I opened them, needing to be aware of when she would return. I glanced down at my body, and that was no surprise, though this time I was kind of happy to be nude. I didn't think that clothes would be much of a use in this scenario.
This was pretty nice, even if she didn't show up I think I would be okay with this. After the last few interactions, it might even be nice to have a dream without that witch interrupting me. I mean, I say that, but there were a few nice moments. I just never liked being taken advantage of that. My base male instincts were cool with whatever, so long as I could get off, but I had my pride god dammit. Ugh, even now she was in my head, I couldn't even relax– Argh, what the fuck!"
Like a predator beneath the waves, the dark form of some creature darted forward and launched at me with incredible speed. I couldn't even discern it from the obsidian water around me. Just as I found peace, something grabbed my penis with the grip of an eagle, not that I had ever had an eagle latch onto my cock, but that's what I would have assumed grabbed me. It's nailed dug in, but didn't draw blood as far as I could tell.
I was by no means hard at this point, filled with terror and confusion, no sense of lust in my body as I processed what was happening. Even as two pale legs broke through the surface and kicked about, I knew what this was. Another sick game from my merciless benefactor.
Morgana.
Something took hold of me and inhaled it into its mouth. I struggled at first, finding it difficult to react to this situation, but the rhythmic perfection of each mouthful caused a surge of pleasure through my body that I couldn't ignore. When I finally stood at attention, unable to overcome the sensations that were thrust upon me, the figure pulled back, its hand still holding me in a death grip.
In a splash of water, she erupted to the surface, her raven-black hair cascaded over her shoulders, dripping with the same inky substance that surrounded us. Her lips curved into a knowing smile as her violet eyes locked onto mine. She moved closer, the water parting effortlessly around her as though it submitted to her command.
"Lucian," she purred, her voice a melody of silk and shadows. "You've been busy."
She extended a hand, clearly not the hand around me, but her other hand. Her fingers were delicate as they laced between mine, and yet there was a power surging through them, something that told me she could crush my bones into dust. As though to emphasize the fact, she squeezed my member in a way that took me from cloud 9 to… cloud 1? Cloud negative 9? All I knew was that it hurt, a lot. The air crackled with her power, and my pulse quickened despite myself.
"This place," she murmured, her gaze sweeping the obsidian pool, "is a reflection of your growth… and your desires. But tell me, little piggy, have you begun to see the true shape of your potential?"
The way she looked at me made the question feel almost dirty. I swallowed hard, unsure whether to step closer or retreat, but this was her realm and retreat wasn't really an option, was it?
She always had a way of making me feel like I was playing a game where she already knew all the rules and I just had to squirm around like… Well, like a worm.
The shadows around the edges of the pool began to respond to Morgana's presence. Her smirk deepened as she released her grip on me, both my hand and well, the other thing. Her hand now tracing lazy circles in the water, the ripples distorting her reflection, and yet she was still mesmerizing.
"I asked you a question, Lucian," she said, her voice laced with honey and venom. Her violet eyes narrowed, gleaming with a calm fire, "Do you understand what this all means?"
I swallowed again, my throat dry despite the humidity of the air. "You mean… this place?" I gestured vaguely at the obsidian pool and the swirling, otherworldly sky. "Or the whole 'messing with my head' thing you seem to enjoy so much?"
Morgana laughed, a sound that sent a shiver down my spine. It wasn't a laugh of amusement; it was the laugh of a predator who had already caught its prey. "Both," she said, her fingers brushing the water's surface. "But you're clever enough to piece it together. Aren't you, little piggy?"
I clenched my fists, the nickname grating against my nerves. "Stop calling me that," I snapped before I could stop it.
Her smile vanished, replaced by a dangerous stillness. "Oh? And what would you prefer I call you?" she asked, her tone deceptively sweet. "Little worm? Flightless crow? Or maybe…" She leaned in closer, her lips brushing my ear as she whispered, "You'd rather I say nothing at all?"
Her breath burned against my skin, far hotter than the water I bathed in, and I gritted my teeth, refusing to give her the satisfaction of a reaction. "Fuck it, call me Piggy if you want, soon I will take over something that will stop this bullshit mockery!" I shouted, my voice feeling stronger than I did.
Morgana leaned back, her smile returning, "That's all I ever wanted my piglet" she said, her hand cutting through the water to rest against my chest. "I want you to see. To feel. To know the power that courses through you, the power that you could wield if only you'd stop pretending to be something so… small."
"You think I have control over what random beast comes to eat me? I take what I can, I upgrade when I can, and I can't control the world around me, you damn well know that!" I spat.
"Of course, I know that, but there is something you need to understand. You think you can resist me, that you can keep me out of your mind, your soul. But Lucian, darling…" She cupped my chin, forcing me to meet her gaze. "You're mine. Every thought, every desire, every little flicker of rebellion, it's all part of my design."
"I don't understand what the fucking point of all of this is? You tease me and send me off to struggle for my life, throwing obstacle after obstacle at me, testing for me some ridiculous purpose that I'm left in the dark on. Just help me, tell me what to do, give me something!"
"You want a reward? You want validation?" she asked, her voice a dangerous purr. "You killed a bird, you were eaten by a pig, you are still nothing in this world." she changed her tone, it was so much more vicious and I feared what would come next.
"But, you're right, I can't just string you along and expect you to obey my every command." She pulled herself onto my lap, straddling me. "I suppose you do get more pigs with sugar than you do slop." Even now she couldn't resist making these jabs at me, even as she ground her pussy against my throbbing member. I flexed to try and push it upward, to penetrate her, but she kept it forced down against my lap, refusing to give me what I wanted.
"There you go, teasing me again, thinking that you can just–" Before I could finish, she hopped off of me and submerged her body below the inky darkness. I expected her to take me in her mouth again, but I felt another sensation as two soft puffy pillows enveloped me. I tried to make out what was happening but it felt phenomenal. It wasn't long to realize that those beautiful voluptuous mounds were working their way around my dick, pushing on them, shoving themselves up and down. She was tit-fucking me, and it sent me into ecstasy.
I didn't see any bubbles rise from the depths, which I suppose made sense, as a goddess of death wouldn't have any reason to breathe, but those thoughts were washed away as she pushed down on me again and again, bouncing her breasts around my cock over and over, the obsidian water lubricating her actions. She went faster, and faster, sometimes I could feel her tongue roll over the head of my dick as she took the tip into her mouth, jerking me off with her breasts. It didn't take long before I climaxed, a milky white substance standing out in the black void that was this hot tub.
I float there in pleasure, waiting for her to arise and taunt me more, but she just vanished. The water was calm as it had ever been, and Morgana was nowhere to be seen. She had left as soon as I finished, and I could feel my body awakening. Soon I would be back in the boar and would have to figure out where to go from there. It was fine though, I knew I would stick it to her, both figuratively and literally, it was only a matter of time before I could prove that I was more than a worm, or a crow, or a piggy, I would dominate this world and that woman would have no choice but to submit to my will for once.