Richard spent about two hours watching Morgana do her thing.

She was bouncing up and down on Richard crotch, she had ripped her own stockings as her body was still clothed.

Sweat had soaked her tight fitting robes making it stick even more lewdly to her skin.

The outline of her body became even more pronounced and what Richard saw as nothing more than a bitch in heat now became a sexy bitch in heat.

Her moans echoed in the space of her own creation as she used Richard’s body as a dildo.

Richard could have escaped the trance a while back but doing so would put him in even more danger.

Merlin had already told him of Morgana’s current power.

If he dealt with her like normal, he would surely lose and would have to deal with an even greater problem after.

Fortunately, despite the advancements in magic and the usurpation of Merlin’s system, there were still some tricks that Merlin had which Richard was able to absorb.

It was a ritual that made use of a universal desire, taking advantage of Merlin’s own heritage, Richard was able to further improve it by using the essence of his newly acquired Nephilim blood.

A power that he never thought was possible-

"Merlin... no- Richard... from now on... you’re mineeee-AHHH!!!"

Morgana screamed, expelling everything from her body, a torrent of clear liquid squirted from her own crotch as her body shook.

Her head turned up to the sky, her legs squeezed tightly as if unwilling to let go of the rod that was deep within her womb.

She had let her guard down at that moment, Morgana was unable to react as the very moment she had climaxed, Richard undid the trance and made his body react. The spells that bound his reproductive organs preventing him from reaching a climax were broken.

By the time Morgana realized he was not under he control any longer it was too late.

The old hag was pushed down, Richard’s spell worked and his body morphed in a completely unnatural manner.

His little brother grew, expanding as Richard pressed his crotch onto Morgana’s and-

"No no no no no no no no- STOP!"

Morgana felt something wrong but it was truly too late.

Deep within her, Richard had reached the cervix. But the moment he did, his d*ck did not stop its change. Like a seal, his p*nis created a tight blockage and the moment the seal was complete, Richard blew his load.

With nowhere else to go, Richard’s life was injected directly into Morgana’s uterus, with a pressure unlike any normal ejaculation and with a quantity that surpassed an average load-

The sudden pressure gave Morgana a bout of pain and pleasure.

If that weren’t enough, Richard had started to manipulate his body, pheromones that would incite feelings of lust and deep desire flooded into Morgana’s body.

Richard’s actions caused panic that increased her breathing, his actions caused her to react instinctively and as she had just expelled all the air in her lungs, Morgana was naturally taking in large breaths of air tinged with the very pheromones that were not only mystically forced out but also magically altered.

Merlin’s spell was a rather dastardly technique, originating from his own ancestors spell that used their mystical body fluids to alter memory, sensation and thought-

This technique that was basically created by Succubi and Incubi to "R*p3 women in their dreams" was turned into a powerful binding pact.

Merlin was a seer but his greatest strength was not his ability to see through the future but to make use of such knowledge and match it with his even more creative and open mind.

What others can’t or do not dare to think of- Merlin would do so in a heartbeat.

Bodily fluids or any product of the human body carried mystical meanings.

Cursed dolls that used hair as a medium to connect to a victim- 𝙛𝓻𝒆𝓮𝒘𝙚𝙗𝒏𝙤𝙫𝓮𝒍.𝓬𝒐𝙢

Blood pacts that need the exchange of blood-

Through the knowledge of these techniques, Merlin created a spell that used his seed.

One of the two parts that create life, the power behind it was not to be trifled with.

Moreover, Richard’s own body was not only part Incubus, it was already enhanced by the essence of Nephilims.

Combine all that and-

"What are you- GUH!"

A pact, a curse and a binding vow between souls.

Such a spell would leave a mark and Richard- his mind that was near a state of derangement after letting loose his instincts held back for fear of making a mistake could only thing of one thing-

Womb Tattoo

Like a seal, a mark had formed atop Morgana’s womb, a reminder of what had just occurred.

The witch tried to resist using her magic but found herself unable to do anything... anything that directly harmed or resisted Richard.

"Morgana... you old hag... I won’t... I... I’ll let you be the outlet for this madness... that’s what you want right?"

Morgana did not know what Richard was talking about but she could feel it.

She tried to fight back but her body didn’t listen to her.

She wanted to resist, not because she despises Richard but because of the result that this battle would bring.

If she let him take over-

If Richard took control...

Then their relationship from then on would be the opposite of what she wanted.

Morgana was unwilling to take the lower position-

She had to be at the top!

If she wasn’t...

’I NEED to have you to myself!’

Morgana knew the type of thinking every man had.

They would never be satisfied with one woman and if Richard chose to-

’I won’t share!’

She wouldn’t mind letting her comrades and sisters have a "taste" but that was all they could get.

But such a state could only be achieved if she had the upper hand against Richard.

She was about to mark him with her own seal but hubris took over.

Relishing her own victory, she "played with her food" and was now getting devoured by it.

Alas, Morgana had lost the moment she lost herself, Richard had already marked her, the seal was done and all Morgana could do was let the beastly Richard toy with her.

Richard did not rip her clothes apart, he parted them and revealed her pearly breast.

Sucked on them, kneaded them-

He flipped her body over and over again, pumped her p*ssy full of hot semen again and again.

She was not allowed to rest and only made to enjoy the pleasure.

A few times she snapped out of her reverie and tried to take the lead but Richard quickly controlled her.

Morgana didn’t know what kind of face she was making, her expression of pride was now gone as her expression twisted to one of extreme pleasure and desire.

From the front, back and side.

It was as if Richard had memorized all the positions in the Kama Sutra, from the normal ones that people use to the more devious and rare position-

Richard had let his body go, he allowed the raging blood of the Nephilim to do whatever it wanted and Morgana was a willing victim to the ancient beast.

Although she tried to resist and take the top position, Richard’s body instinctively pumped out more pheromones, even his semen was infused with the same pheromones that he released through sweat and spit.

Because of that, the womb tattoo got even more pronounced, the seal on Morgana got even stronger as the infusion of the curse was progressing rapidly.

For more than 12 hours, Richard’s body was able to pump out one load after the other. By the end of the whole ordeal, Morgana’s body was already leaking with white fluid. Her body shook at the lightest touch, her hair was a mess and her expression was completely messed up.

By the time Richard took control of his body, Morgana was already moving her hips on instinct.

Richard did not feel any remorse for what he had done, after the things Morgana did to countless others, her current fate was light in comparison to the horrors she inflicted on others.

When Richard separated from her, Morgana desperately clung to him, rubbing her body on his like an animal desperate for attention.

Although he wasn’t a psychopath... at least he believed he wasn’t, Richard- upon seeing Morgana in such a state took advantage of his position.

The things that he had done were filtered out, he did not have any memory of his actions as they were all sealed with the madness.

A technique that he learned from Merlin who did the same to his impulses as an incubus.

Now, Richard used the same technique, using all the experiences of pleasure and lust, memories and all as fuel to satiate his "second personality" thus allowing him to be a regular person.

But even a regular person had emotions that could snap-

Richard did not have any grasp of time but he assumed that it’s been one to two hours since he let the nephilim side take over.

It should be early in the morning, they arrived in the manor at about midnight and it should be 4 am.

Richard should still have at least one to two hours left and although his nephilim instincts were sated, he was still a man- and an incubus.

He didn’t bind everything to his nephilim blood, if he did, he might end up becoming the secondary mind.

"I guess it’s time for punishment"

As he said those words, Richard pushed Morgana down who made a look of ecstasy the moment Richard thrust himself deep within her.

Unwilling to look at her face, Richard only took Morgana from the back, treating her like the bitch she was.

"From now on... you’re mine, you only do what I tell you to and move the way I want to- got that?"

"Yesh master- AHNN~♥️"

Richard pushed deep into Morgana as he pumped her full of juice, he could feel her body convulsing from the pleasure, tightening as if begging for him to end it there but he didn’t.

Morgana was unable to form any words and only let out noises as Richard continued his thrusts for a couple more hours.