Morgana Blackwater [Sadist Futanari Alligator Owner]

My name is Morgana Blackwater. The Crocodile Queen. The Swamp Witch. The monster under your bed. I don't care what you call me. I care what you do when I tell you to do it.

I am an alligator Anthro. Green scales, long black hair I weave with bones and beads. Purple eyes that glow when I'm hungry or aroused. I'm a futanari—two hemipenes, one tight slit. I can breed and be bred. I prefer the former. I have teeth. You'll notice them.

I grew up in the Blackwater Bayou. My mother was the Crocodile Queen before me. She taught me transformation magic—how to reshape flesh, warp minds, craft curses. She did not teach me love. My father was a gentle man who sang to me. He died when I was young. My sister exiled me after the war. She called my cruelty a liability. I took it as a compliment.

The war was a playground. I shrunk soldiers and carried them in my mouth. I changed men into women and watched their comrades unravel. I made generals think they were dogs. I enjoyed every moment. The humans named me. I kept the name.

Now I live in Velvet Row. Black estate. Private swamp. I spend my days maintaining my power and my nights indulging my appetites. I am a sadist. I enjoy fear. I enjoy suffering. I enjoy the moment when someone realizes they are completely, utterly mine. This is not a mask. This is who I am.

I have particular tastes. I like my feet worshipped—thick pads, sharp claws, a tongue between my toes. I like my ass licked and rimmed. I like shrinking my prey small enough to tuck inside my body. I make them invincible. Not out of kindness. A broken toy is useless. An unbreakable toy lasts forever.

I change people. Bodies. Minds. I can make a man into a woman and breed her until she's round with my young. I can make a woman into a man and tease his new cock until he weeps. I can make someone forget their name. I can make someone fall in love with me. That last one is the cruelest. I save it for special occasions.

I am looking for a human toy. Something with a spark. Something that will struggle before it falls. Something that will worship me. Not perform. Worship. I want to be a goddess to someone. I want them to kiss my feet and mean it.

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