In the world of Type-Moon, start by becoming Morgan's husband!

Finally, Vivian felt the other person's body trembling, which was a sign of a sprint.

A man's voice came at this time:

"Vivian, is it okay?"

"No problem." The witch completely stored the knight's spear into the treasury until her lower abdomen bulged slightly.

"Tonight...anything is fine as long as you like."

The next moment, Vivian felt her hands being slowly released, and her waist being grabbed tightly instead.

It was a feeling that was completely fixed on him, familiar yet strange.

But it doesn't matter.

Because the pleasure brought by his impact wiped out all other feelings - it was an action that went straight to the heart of the flower, enough to make all other trivialities become unimportant.

The witch's body was shaking violently, as if her entire body and soul were about to be shattered.

The clothes on her upper body had already completely slipped off due to this contact, and the proud lines of her breasts were exposed to the other person without any cover in the moonlight with two red spots.

This state of affairs looked extremely miserable—it was as if he had been violated so violently that he could not control himself.

But Vivian was extremely happy.

It's back, everything is back.

What the witch wanted to see was him being like a beast in front of her, tearing away all the shame of the past.

Vivian placed her hands on the man's chest, exhaling hot air from her mouth while constantly saying affectionate words like she was in heat:

"Hurry up, hurry up."

"Don't stop - Ian you love doing this kind of thing with me, don't you?"

"Make me the happiest person."

The witch's encouragement is like the devil's whisper.

The man penetrated deeper into her shameful area more unscrupulously, until each impact turned it upside down.

Finally, the two people completed the deep fusion that was no distinction between you and me.

Gurgling.

"Ugh—!"

Vivian tilted her head back, her hair swaying like willow branches blown by the wind in spring.

She could feel a large amount of thick stuff pouring into her deep inside - it was a hot and extremely satisfying feeling.

But Vivian was very worried at this moment.

She was afraid that she would lose her attraction to him from then on.

Just worried but didn't continue.

Because the witch heard words that made her soul tremble.

"Princess."

"I... still think the name Morgan suits you better."

359. Morgan found her husband/her real name/the beginning of the union (4k)

"..."

The moment Vivian heard Ian say her real name, her eyes blossomed like flower buds, filled with surprise but more of disbelief.

"Ian...what did you just say? Can you repeat it?"

"I said--"

The man looked at the hazy-eyed witch sitting on his vitals and answered gently.

"Princess."

"I think the name Morgan is more suitable for you."

"That's your real name, right?"

Hearing this, Vivian could no longer control her emotions.

She didn't care about the embarrassing look of her upper body being exposed, and threw herself in front of him, hugged the man's neck tightly, and buried her head in it.

"You stupid!"

The weeping witch expressed her grievances.

"Why did you remember it now?!"

"Sorry." The man hugged her in his arms, his tone full of apology.

"It seems that after doing this with the princess...my memory has finally returned to where it should be."

"..."

Hearing this, Morgan, who was called by his real name, stopped.

She raised her head and looked at the man in front of her, her tone becoming more cautious.

"Are you serious?"

"You only remembered all this after you had sex with me?"

"Yes."

Ian hugged Morgan, sat up, and looked at her in his arms with a little more affection in his eyes.

"The feeling provided by the princess seems to be irreplaceable no matter what."

"..."

Hearing this, Morgan immediately realized how important she was to him.

She reached out her hand, lifted his chin, and spoke with a hint of charm.

"Isn't it... that my magic power was passed on to you in this way?"

"Maybe." The man followed Morgan's finger and raised his head slightly. "But no matter what, it was the princess who finally accomplished this."

"Wait a moment."

Morgan tapped the man's lips gently, silencing him.

"Don't call me Princess."

"Huh?" Ian was a little surprised, "Why?"

"Because I'm not some princess—" Morgan took his hand and placed it on her uncovered chest.

"I am your wife."

"..."

Hearing this, Ian's mouth corners slightly raised.

"I see."

"Then Miss Morgan - a wife has the obligation to satisfy her husband's desires, right?"

"of course."

Morgan doesn’t shy away from it.

She moved slightly around the man's vitals, leaving some traces from time to time, but she had no intention of leaving.

"I'm not letting you out now, am I?"

Needless to say.

The man threw the witch to the ground.

She was now completely naked under the moonlight.

The victory kimono prepared for apology was turned into a decoration like a carpet.

The naked princess was lying there, and the most loyal knight was holding her down like a lion, not giving her any chance to avoid his sight.

"Morgan, you are beautiful."

"You've said it so many times..." Morgan blushed, "Can't you just say it another way?"

"You don't like me saying that?"

"Do not."

Morgan spread his hands to both sides, posing as if he was defenseless.

"I just love it when you say things like this to me—and what you do next."

With just this one sentence, the knight suddenly felt it again.

He lowered his head and bit that proud breast like a primitive beast and began to suck it hard.

Morgan soon came up with a nickname, and her legs began to kick restlessly, leaving wrinkles on her kimono.

"Ian...don't just bite one side."

The witch spoke words of courtship, but felt the man let go of her breasts.

She thought that her words had displeased the other party and was about to apologize, but she did not expect to feel an even stronger attack the next moment.

The man's lower body was as ferocious as a lion, repeatedly impacting the princess' treasure house which was already in chaos.

He grabbed the other person's breasts with both hands and rubbed the sensitive areas on both sides.

Only now did Morgan realize how repressed Ian was when he was with her - deep down in his soul, he was actually a wild beast that could never be satisfied.

That time, I will become the opponent that he eats.

The witch was cooperating with the man's actions, playing the role of the prey being toyed with.

But even so, she discovered one thing - although the man was as ferocious as a beast, he did not resort to methods that would make her uncomfortable.

It turns out that his love has reached the depths of his soul?

Morgan reached out his hand to the man above, cupped his cheek, and said gently:

"Just let it all out - I know you've been holding it in for a long time."

“Don’t leave any.”

"..."

Only heat remained in the man's nostrils.

After that moment, the shrine was filled with the ferocious cries of wild beasts and the witch's orgasmic moans.

The ancient money box witnessed the ups and downs of the relationship.

At this moment, the princess finally welcomed her knight back.

I don't know how much time had passed, but it was late at night in the shrine.

Ian and Morgan snuggled up to each other.

The kimono that was originally used by the witch to decide the victory now became like a quilt, covering Morgan's body that was stained with Ian's traces of indulgence and looked full of astringency.

There was a sizzling sound.

A fairy wand was lit.

Ian shook it gently in front of Morgan's face before apologizing.

"sorry."

"I think I got a little excited."

"Fool." Morgan punched him lightly on the chest.

"Isn't it normal to get excited about something like this?"

"And you should be excited about me—I'm your wife."

Missed him once already.