The villain's journey from the Type-Moon world

"Yes, that must be the case. Illya is just a child and knows nothing about this. How could she hate me because of what Wang Chong and I are doing? Sure enough, the person who really hates me is me..." Alice seemed to have found a reason for herself. Now she is less and less opposed to intimate behavior with Wang Chong, just like a trained dog.

Irisviel's lips parted slightly, her warm breath caressing Wang Chong's desire. Her fingers deftly slid across the shaft, feeling its pulse. Then, she extended her tender pink tongue again, gently licking the edge as if savoring the most delicious ice cream.

Then, Irisviel slowly wrapped her lips around her, her tongue flexibly coiling around her, sliding gently like a snake, licking every inch of her skin. Wang Chong couldn't help but let out a low moan, and his palm gently stroked Irisviel's silver hair.

Irisviel sensed Wang Chong's reaction, a flicker of satisfaction in her eyes. She gradually swallowed the Noble Phantasm deeper, a muffled whimper emanating from her throat as she slowly and rhythmically pumped it in and out. Meanwhile, her tongue wasn't idle either. Already familiar with the weaknesses of Wang Chong's Noble Phantasm, she continually teased and teased those crevices and indentations.

She looked up at Wang Chong, her eyes filled with allure, as if silently asking, "Did I do well?" Wang Chong couldn't help but let out a low moan, his palm gently caressing Irisviel's silver hair. He then reached out to caress Irisviel's cheek, kneading her soft complexion encouragingly. Encouraged, Irisviel opened her mouth wide and swallowed hard. She swallowed deeply, her throat constantly contracting and squeezing.

As Irisviel sucked and thrust, her saliva flowed down the corners of her mouth, dripping onto her breasts, leaving behind tiny wet marks. She seemed oblivious to this, continuing to work hard to please the man before her.

Wang Chong was so aroused by Irisviel's exquisite technique that he nearly lost control. He panted heavily, holding Irisviel's head with both hands and thrusting his hips deep into her mouth. Irisviel obediently relaxed her throat, accepting Wang Chong's wild thrusts. Her tongue continued to wriggle, matching Wang Chong's movements and providing all-around stimulation.

As time went on, Irisviel's mouth grew sore, but she persisted. Finally, Wang Chong let out a low roar, and a surge of boiling magic power erupted. Irisviel swallowed quickly, but a considerable amount still spilled from the corners of her mouth and trickled down her chin. She sucked on the still-trembling Noble Phantasm with relentless gusto, until every last bit of magic within it was absorbed.

She slowly spit out the Noble Phantasm, a wisp of silver still lingering on the tip of her pink tongue. After cleaning Wang Chong's Noble Phantasm, Irisviel slowly raised her head, a satisfied smile on her face.

Her body was once again completely ignited by Wang Chong's magic. Irisviel knew it well, better than anyone else. She had long since ceased to be the reserved wife in this regard. She thoroughly enjoyed doing this with Wang Chong. Both physically and mentally, it brought her unimaginable satisfaction.

She even hoped he'd be rougher with her. Just like in her previous dream, when Wang Chong had completely transformed into a demonic being. The space between her legs had long since become like a waterfall, a gurgling mess. She desperately longed for Wang Chong's comfort.

Afterward, Irisviel gently pushed Wang Chong to the ground, and then she followed suit. She took the initiative to straddle Wang Chong's face, then leaned down, her lips once again pressing against that burning symbol of desire. Wang Chong looked at Irisviel in slight surprise, having never expected that this time, Irisviel would actually initiate a 69 position.

And Irisviel's secret garden was revealed before him. Looking at the garden emitting an alluring scent and the beautiful scene before him, Wang Chong couldn't help but swallow.

Meanwhile, Irisviel had already taken Wang Chong's Noble Phantasm into her mouth, her tongue nimbly sweeping over every inch. Simultaneously, her fingers reached out to Wang Chong's scrotum, gently kneading and massaging it. Wang Chong sighed in pleasure and buried his face between those white legs.

Wang Chong gently licked Irisviel's delicate petals with his tongue, causing her to shudder. His tongue nimbly penetrated the slit, lapping up the sweet nectar. Meanwhile, his fingers continued to move back and forth within her back entrance, occasionally gently inserting a finger inside.

Their bodies pressed tightly together, mutually pleasing each other. From time to time, Irisviel let out charming moans, her voice melodious and sweet; Wang Chong occasionally let out heavy gasps, expressing his own pleasure. The air was filled with an intoxicating scent, and the floor was already soaked with the fluids of both parties.

Both of their bodies twisted involuntarily, waves of pleasure washing over them. Wang Chong's Noble Phantasm swelled further and further in Irisviel's mouth, and Irisviel's garden had already become muddy.

As time went on, Irisviel felt the itch grow more and more unbearable. She twisted her hips, hinting at Wang Chong's desire to enter. Wang Chong understood and patted Irisviel's buttocks to signal her that she could proceed to the next step.

After receiving Wang Chong's permission, Irisviel eagerly crawled forward. Wang Chong then grasped Irisviel's slender waist and guided her to straddle him. With her back to Wang Chong, Irisviel held his knees with one hand while reaching down with the other to hold Wang Chong's already erect Noble Phantasm, aiming it at its final destination, intending to penetrate him directly.

Suddenly, a large hand pressed down on Irisviel's buttocks, halting her descent. Irisviel turned to look at Wang Chong in confusion, unsure why he had suddenly stopped. Wang Chong, with a playful expression, pointed forward.

Irisviel turned back again, and the sight she saw startled her, her excitement subsiding a bit. Illya, who had been watching from a distance, now crouched down, looking at Irisviel with the air of a curious child.

"Mom?" Illya asked doubtfully, pointing at Irisviel as if to ask her what she was doing. For a moment, Irisviel's body froze again. Should she put it in now, or continue to remain frozen?

Chapter 309: The Wife's Darkening (Part 2)

Yuanzangshan

"A-choo... It's really cold in the mountains. Rider, you've been watching for so long, Gilgamesh should have left by now." Waver, wrapped in a blanket, opened the zipper door of the camping tent and shivered as he looked at Iskandar who was standing on the tree and patrolling.

"Well, I can't feel its breath anymore. It must have left. It actually found its way here. It seems that there will always be a decisive battle between it and me." Iskandar laughed and jumped down from the tree.

"It's really scary. Judging from the noise just now, I'm afraid he's used that terrifying Noble Phantasm again... Is there really a way to deal with that Noble Phantasm, Rider?" Waver was a little discouraged as always. He couldn't help but look at Iskandar, hoping to get a positive answer from him as usual.

"I don't know." However, the cruel fact was right in front of him. With such a powerful treasure in front of him, even Iskandar would not brag about it without thinking.

"Never mind. You haven't even recovered your magic power yet, so how can you possibly engage in a fight?" Waver rubbed his hands, unable to come up with any good plan. The only plausible solution was to bypass the Servant and kill the Master directly. However, Iskandar had already made an appointment with Gilgamesh to fight, so he probably wouldn't carry out this proposal.

"If it were before, maybe I would have a way." Suddenly, Weber heard Iskandar still continuing the topic.

"Eh?"

"If my God's Wheel was still there, perhaps I could use the mobility to evade Gilgamesh's attack. From the two times I observed, the King of Heroes would have a cooling-off period whether he was preparing to use this Noble Phantasm or after using it. Such a Noble Phantasm should not be used casually. If we can seize this opportunity, perhaps we can have a chance of winning." Iskandar said.

"But... the Divine Wheel has already..." Weber knew clearly that because they failed to watch out for the strong wind the first time, which resulted in the death of the Flying Hoof Thunder Bull, they had already lost the Divine Wheel, the chariot treasure.

"It doesn't matter. Let's have a good fight with him. As long as we can break through, we will surely reach the other side of victory." Iskandar laughed, still quite proud.

"However, as expected, the most powerful Master and Servant this time is Archer." Although he felt somewhat relieved after hearing Iskandar's words, Waver still said with a hint of emotion,

"Then you're mistaken, boy. The most powerful one is the one who hasn't shown his true strength yet." Iskandar shook his head and said, "The Ruined King Caster, the one who is both Master and Servant combined into one. He is the most unfathomable among us."

"Eh? Him? But aren't you and that Archer the only ones still alive now? Shouldn't he have died under Gilgamesh's Noble Phantasm?" Waver asked in confusion.

"Hahaha. You underestimated that guy. Neither I nor the Hero King, who personally took action, believed he was dead." Iskandar seemed to be recalling something, finally shaking his head and smiling. "But, this way, I can rest a little easier. Okay, you rest well, and I'll continue replenishing the magic power in the spirit vein."

Waver didn't understand why Iskandar had come to such a conclusion, nor did he know what Iskandar meant by "rest assured." Seeing that Iskandar had no intention of explaining further, he quietly retreated into the tent to rest. However, Waver had no idea that the answer would be revealed in the decisive battle the following night.

……

Elsewhere, in Irisviel's dream, she was caught in a dilemma. The Noble Phantasm rubbed against her garden, causing her to itch unbearably. But Illya's call made Irisviel hesitate again.

"It must be just an unconscious call," Irisviel thought to herself. After all, she had already "deceived herself" so many times. But at this moment, Wang Chong's words just happened to fall into Irisviel's ears: "Ellie, are you sure you want to do this in front of your daughter? Or maybe forget it."

Listening to him, it seemed as if Wang Chong was thinking about himself. But why was his Noble Phantasm constantly moving up and down, rubbing his slit and jade beads, making his lower body even hotter? Irisviel couldn't help but complain, and while maintaining this state of friction, she said, "Illya... can you, can you turn your back?"

"why?"

"Eh?" Irisviel was stunned. She had assumed the ghostly figure, Illya, was simply calling out to her and lacked much consciousness. But now that she had asked this question, she felt even more panicked and uneasy. Could it be that Illya had regained consciousness?

"What are you afraid of, me?" At this moment, the identical figure appeared before her again. She placed her hands on Illya's shoulders and said, "Haven't you already done it once? Right in front of Illya? And what's the point of all your worries? Will Illya really hate you for this?"

"Illya is the child who listens to her mother the most, isn't she? So let her open her eyes and take a good look to see how happy her mother is now." As the shadow said this, he actually pushed Illya closer and then stretched out his hand to poke Irisviel's secret garden.

"Woo!" For a moment, Irisviel felt as if her whole body was electrocuted, and for some reason, her body's sense of the surroundings was constantly increasing.

"Look, look, what a wonderful voice. This is you, Irisviel. There's nothing wrong with being frank in front of your daughter, right?" The shadow showed a terrifying smile. Being stared at directly by the other party made Irisviel feel as if she was falling into an abyss. It seemed that if she continued to listen to the conversation, something in her mind would be completely cut off.

At the same time, Wang Chong also took action, holding the Noble Phantasm and thrusting shallowly at the hole, each time only inserting half the tip before withdrawing. This teasing made Irisviel's body soften. She twisted her slender waist, trying hard to swallow the huge desire whole into her body.

"So what are you still hesitating about? Come, Illya, look carefully at your mother. When you see her go in, your mother will look the happiest." The shadow held Illya's shoulders with both hands and whispered softly in her ear.

"You... who are you... oh--!!!" Just as Irisviel began to suspect that the other person might not be her, Wang Chong finally stopped torturing Irisviel. He grasped Irisviel's waist, pressed down, and thrust hard into her. Suddenly, Irisviel let out a sound of immense pleasure.

"Ah! Wait... wait a minute, wow! Too fast!" Irisviel arched her neck and let out a scream of pleasure. She felt Wang Chong's Noble Phantasm stretch every corner of her body, reaching its deepest depths. The fullness of his presence made her tremble all over, and she couldn't help but arch her body to meet it.

Wang Chong also sat up at this time, hugging Irisviel from behind, his hands restlessly kneading her plump snow-capped breasts. Irisviel matched his movements, twisting her waist and letting the treasure move in and out of her flower hole shallowly.

As the pleasure built, Irisviel's movements became more active and intense. It was as if she had completely forgotten that Illya was staring blankly at her. All her hesitation just now seemed like a joke.

Irisviel's mind no longer lingered on the phantom, but instead became increasingly focused on the movement before her. She rested her hands on Wang Chong's thighs, her body rising and falling dramatically, allowing the massive object to penetrate him deeply each time. Milky white love fluid flowed from their union, soaking both of their bodies.

Wang Chong had now laid back down, admiring Irisviel's graceful back from behind. Watching her perfectly perky buttocks swallow his huge cock as it rose and fell, listening to her sweet moans, he gradually became more and more aroused. He matched Irisviel's movements, thrusting upwards whenever she lowered herself. This interaction brought immense pleasure to both of them.

Irisviel's white back, tinged with sweat and hormones, had taken on an alluring pink hue. Her muscles were flowing and graceful, without a trace of excess fat. He reached out and stroked Irisviel's smooth back, feeling the warmth in his palm.

"What a perfect back, Mrs. Irisviel." Wang Chong praised, his voice full of satisfaction and pride.

Hearing Wang Chong's praise, Irisviel twisted her hips even more vigorously. Her hips were raised high, rocking side to side, sometimes thrusting forward and backward, each time precisely hitting the most sensitive spot. Her moist vagina tightly wrapped around Wang Chong's thick, long desire, and the silvery sound of water was endless. It could be said that after long-term training, Irisviel had become increasingly adept at cooperating with Wang Chong and pleasing herself, and her technique was visibly sophisticated.

At this time, the shadow appeared quietly beside Illya again. Illya seemed to sense something and turned to look at the shadow, asking in confusion, "Why?"

"Because your mother really likes her~" the shadow replied

"What about Dad?"

"He~ He gave up on your mother and you a long time ago. Do you understand? Little Illya."

"Illya doesn't understand..." Illya shook her head. She felt very depressed when she heard that Kiritsugu had given up on her.

"It doesn't matter if you don't understand. Do you like mommy?"

"like."

"So do you like big brother?"

"like."

"Then wouldn't it be nice for you to become a new family~"

"Hmm..." Illya seemed to be lost in thought, not knowing what to do for a moment.

"So, Illya-chan, look at your older brother and your mother. Do you think they are happy?" the phantom asked with a smile.

"Strange... so strange... Illya doesn't know, but mom seems to be smiling. Mom... should be very happy, right?" Illya looked at Irisviel's silly look, blinked, and said.

"Since Mom is happy, shouldn't Illya bless her?" The shadow said, "It's okay, Illya-chan. If you still have questions, you can wait until it's over and ask Mom."

"Hmm...hmm..." Illya nodded, as if she finally agreed with the answer.

Chapter 310: The Wife's Darkening (Part 2)

Altria opened her eyes slightly, the scent of blood and gunpowder filling her nose. Looking around, she saw corpses and scorched earth scattered across the ground, a horrifying sight.

"Are I back? As expected, I still... failed?" An unwilling emotion spread in her heart. She failed, died, and returned to this sword hill. She dragged her collapsing body and witnessed the tragic situation of her British Kingdom once again.

"Can you still hear my voice? I want to... continue to fight, I want to win the Holy Grail again!" Artoria raised her hand as if trying to grasp something, hoping that the unknown will would hear her voice once again and allow her to participate in the Holy Grail War once again.

"Hey, hey, that's enough. You've done enough, haven't you?" However, the voice that responded to Artoria was not the mysterious voice from before, but the familiar voice of a knight who was supposed to be dead.

"Mordred..." Artoria turned her head and saw Mordred lying in a pile of corpses with a big hole in his body pierced by the Holy Lance.

"What a troublesome fellow, you're such a listener! Lancelot and I have already said everything we needed to say, why are you still so stubborn? Ha... troublesome father..." Mordred finished his words, his head drooping as if his last bit of strength had drained away. It was as if everything that had just happened was just a fleeting moment. In response, Artoria remained silent, a gloom and regret once again etched across her face.

However, Altria noticed that there was something wrong with the gesture of Mordred's left hand, as if he was pointing in some direction. Looking in that direction, Altria uttered a surprised sound: "Ah."

A golden cup-shaped object sat on a platform untouched by any blood, emitting a gentle white light. Against the backdrop of the purgatory-like surroundings, it appeared solemn and sacred... yet also shone with an inexplicable eeriness.

However, Artoria looked at the object in disbelief and whispered its true name: "The Holy Grail..."

Altria had never seen the Holy Grail before, but the moment she laid eyes on it, she knew for sure it was the Holy Grail she had been searching for. Altria dragged her weary feet, step by step, towards the radiant Holy Grail. She selectively ignored the illogicality of its sudden appearance, and finally, she reached the Holy Grail and touched it.

A burst of white light engulfed Artoria. The gentle light did not make Artoria feel uncomfortable at all. For a moment, Artoria even wondered if she was in a dream.

"Holy Grail, I hope..." Artoria spoke to the Holy Grail, expressing her long-cherished wish. Then, a white light burst forth, blinding her. Will her wish come true? No, the real question was, was this truly reality, not a dream?

In the dark sky, a white figure looked at Artoria who was holding the Holy Grail below, and showed a smile that did not know whether it was sad or happy.

"What a sin..." the man sighed.

……

"Mmm...ah...so deep..."

In another dream, Irisviel was moaning uncontrollably, her voice a mixture of pain and pleasure. She could feel the giant thing inside her continuously expanding, nearly bursting her apart. The tender flesh of her vagina was repeatedly rubbed, bringing intense stimulation that spread throughout her body in waves.

Irisviel's lithe form rose and fell against Wang Chong's, swaying gracefully like the waves. Her firm skin flushed slightly, and sweat trickled down her graceful spine, dripping onto Wang Chong's muscular chest.

Wang Chong enjoyed Irisviel's service, his hands moving to her elastic buttocks. He kneaded them vigorously, his fingers digging deep into the soft flesh, leaving clear fingerprints. At the same time, he thrust his hips upward in rhythm with Irisviel's, each time reaching the deepest point of the city.

"Ah! No... there... it's too exciting..." Irisviel exclaimed, her legs trembling.

Wang Chong refused to let her go, holding her hips with both hands and forcing her to accept each fierce thrust. "Ellie, this is your favorite position, right?" Wang Chong asked with a wicked smile, increasing his strength, eager to penetrate Irisviel with every thrust.

Irisviel had long since lost her autonomy and could only passively endure Wang Chong's assault. Her mind was overwhelmed by pleasure, and her body was completely unresponsive. Fluids from her vagina continuously flowed out, soaking their private parts and thighs once again. She tilted her head back, her red lips slightly parted, and let out intermittent moans.

"Give me more, I want more..." Irisviel murmured, her eyes blurred and her face flushed with a strange blush.

Wang Chong sat up and took Irisviel into his arms. He wrapped his arms around her slender waist, his palm resting on her flat abdomen, feeling the rhythm within her. His other hand reached down, finding the jade bead hidden above the cave, and without hesitation, he pinched and kneaded it.

"Ouch... don't touch there... I'll go crazy..." Irisviel cried, her upper body falling backward weakly, completely leaning against Wang Chong's strong chest. Her head tilted back, her silver hair cascading like a waterfall, and her eyes stared up at the sky in a daze.

Wang Chong lowered his head, his nose caressing Irisviel's slender neck, his lips leaving a string of strawberry marks on her collarbone. He mumbled, "Ally, you're so cute. Your body is so sensitive, it's like a toy tailor-made for me."

Irisviel trembled all over, her vagina contracting violently, tightly gripping Wang Chong's massive erection. Wang Chong took a deep breath, focused his attention on his lower body, and began thrusting vigorously. Each thrust crushed a sensitive spot, causing Irisviel to gasp. Meanwhile, his left hand continued to ravage her jade beads, while his right hand lifted Irisviel's plump, snow-white peaks, wantonly kneading them into various shapes.

Under the multiple stimulations, Alice Sifei quickly lost her mind. She hooked one hand around Wang Chong's neck and turned her head, seeking a deep kiss. Their lips and tongues tangled fiercely, exchanging each other's saliva. At the same time, her body twisted and turned, catering to Wang Chong's attack.

"Hmm... well... so comfortable... I'm coming..." Irisviel murmured incoherently, her muscles tensed, waiting for the climax to come.

Wang Chong sensed Irisviel was about to explode, so he increased the speed and force of his thrusts. At the same time, his fingers rubbed the bean faster.

Wang Chong increased his speed, thrusting forcefully for dozens of times before plunging his Noble Phantasm completely inside, burying it directly at the top and deeply embedded within the city gate. Streams of thick magical power gushed out, filling Irisviel's innermost being.

"Ahhhhhh!" Irisviel let out a high-pitched scream, her entire body frozen in place, her eyes staring blankly ahead. Her vagina spasmed violently, and a large amount of fluid gushed out, mixing with Wang Chong's source of magic power and flowing down the connection, staining her inner thighs.

After the final ecstasy, they both collapsed to the ground, panting heavily. Irisviel was completely exhausted. If Wang Chong hadn't held her waist, she would have collapsed to the ground instead of sitting on top of him. Her vagina was still twitching from time to time, as if she couldn't bear to see Wang Chong leave.

Wang Chong slowly withdrew, making a soft "pop" sound like a bottle being opened. Unblocked, the white mixture immediately rushed out, leaving a large stain on the ground. Between Irisviel's legs was a mess, her pink vagina slightly open, still gently contracting.

"It's truly irresistible, Irisviel," Wang Chong exclaimed, his eyes revealing greed and satisfaction. Although he had already released his desire once, his desire was still surging, and he couldn't wait to do it again. However, Wang Chong knew the rhythm very well, simply caressing Irisviel's body to ease her into the moment.

Irisviel closed her eyes, savoring Wang Chong's subsequent affection. Her face flushed, her breathing still stabilizing. Her body trembled slightly with Wang Chong's movements, clearly still immersed in the afterglow.

Wang Chong sat up again and whispered in Irisviel's ear, "Do you want to continue? If you do, you won't be able to relax. I've only just begun, Irisviel."

As he spoke, he gently bit Irisviel's earlobe, sending a jolt of electric shock through her. It left Irisviel with no words to refuse. Her body no longer belonged to her, but to the man who had complete control over her. Her body responded honestly. The flower path, just satisfied, began to secrete juices again, eager to be filled again.

Wang Chong was naturally sensitive to Irisviel's physiological changes, and a wicked smile curled his lips. He gently ran his fingers across Irisviel's muddy slit, causing her to shudder again.

"It seems you're not full yet, Ai Li." Wang Chong said jokingly, "In that case, I'll reluctantly serve you one more time."

Without waiting for Irisviel to refuse, Wang Chong, supporting his once again aroused desire, slowly and firmly pushed his way into Irisviel's narrow vagina. The wet and warm sensation inside made him sigh with pleasure, and then he began to slowly thrust in and out.

"Ah!" Alice also raised her neck and sighed with satisfaction, her face full of infatuation. She had been immersed in this desire and did not notice that there was no evil invasion, but at this moment Wang Chong showed his evil side as usual, no longer as gentlemanly as before.