(3rd Person's POV)
In a secluded moment between Morgan and King Lot, a clandestine observer lingered, their presence concealed.
"Ee hehe~!" Artoria giggled, cheeks flushed, fixated on the scene within the crystal ball.
"I know I shouldn't, but..." Artoria wiped away a droplet of saliva, mesmerized by the sight of her uncle, King Lot's naked self, thrusting his long dragon into Artoria's sister's ass.
This wasn't the first time she had used scrying magic, a form of divination spell, to clandestinely watch them. Artoria had been surreptitiously observing their sex play for a while now.
The spell was her creation, born of a longing to witness her uncle's presence after he had ceased sharing moments with her as she matured. Unable to bear the absence, she resorted to this enchantment, watching him sleep each night to fill the void.
Yet, a few weeks prior, Morgan underwent a startling transformation, evolving into someone unrecognizable. She knew something happened between King lot and Morgan.
Curiosity seized Artoria, prompting her to steal glances, only to be stunned by what she witnessed.
She was acquainted with the concept of baby making, but the scenes before her were far more... provocative than she'd anticipated. Regrettably, she couldn't hear their exchanges, only witnessing their entwined bodies. But witnessing ignited something within her, a sensation wholly unfamiliar.
"Uncle..." Artoria's voice quivered with need, her eyes flickering with a newfound intensity as her fingers descended to her most intimate depths, a surge of anticipation overwhelming her.
"Ahn~!" She moaned, envisioning her uncle before her, lost in an unforeseen wave of desire.
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"Hm~! Hm, hm~!" Artoria hummed cheerfully, skipping pebbles across the shimmering lake. Today was the day, the day she'd confess her undying love to King Lot and propose becoming his concubine. Yes, yes, maybe not the most... conventional route, marrying your sister's husband, but hey, she'd finagled Morgan's blessing, and besides, morals be damned when your heart's a-thumping for a hunk like Lot.
She'd met her fair share of knights and lords in this life, but none held a candle to Lot's shining character. He could cook a roast fit for a dragon, soothe a maiden's woes with a single wink, and yes, cook again (seriously, the man was a kitchen wizard). A total package, just like any woman's fantasy husband brochure described. And being a grown-up woman herself, Artoria craved nothing more than to make him her first and only.
"Daydreaming about moonbeams again, little pipsqueak?" a disembodied voice cackled from a talking head. Yup, good ol' Medb, invited (read: dragged) along for moral support. Morgan claimed Medb knew all the love-charm secrets, but honestly, all Artoria got was a steady stream of utter hogwash. Starting to get a tad tiresome.
"Impossible? Uncle Lot promised!" Artoria scoffed. He'd said it a thousand times: "One day, my dear Artoria, when you're a fine lady like Morgan, we'll tie the knot!" And if fifteen was good enough for Morgan, fifteen was good enough for Artoria. Heck, sixteen was knocking on the door, practically announcing her readiness to walk down the aisle.
Medb snorted, erupting into guffaws. "Girl, that handsome hunk sees you as a toddler, a pet unicorn at best. Never, ever a woman."
Artoria's jaw dropped. Lies! Lies of the highest order! King Lot wouldn't lie, especially not about something as grand as marriage.
"Oh, I love that face, pipsqueak! Can't wait to see it crumble when reality bites," Medb cackled, reveling in Artoria's growing mortification.
Tick! Tick! Tick! Veins throbbed on Artoria's forehead. With a swift grab, she snatched Medb's head, the sound of rattling skull meeting sharp nails echoing through the air.
"Ow! Ow! Let go, you little demon!" Medb shrieked, but Artoria's grip held firm. She had some serious talking (and head-squashing) to do.
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(Titus's (Lot's) POV)
My sneakers crunched on the gravel path, my mind still churning with the question of when Morgan's meeting would end and I could finally have my own "meeting" with her. That's when I spotted Artoria, a splash of sunshine at the lake's edge, clutching a fishing pole and sporting a grin that could rival a Cheshire cat's. Guess fishing agreed with her.
"Unkie!" Her voice chimed like a wind chime in a summer breeze, her emerald eyes sparkling with mischief. Gosh, she's too cute for words. The way her long blonde hair cascaded down her back and those eyes, the color of spring grass, could brighten even the dreariest day.
"Fishing?" I chuckled, my heart melting at her enthusiasm.
"Um-hmm!" Artoria nodded, a blush creeping up her cheeks like a shy sunrise. "Unkie, I need to talk to you about something…"
"What…" I started, curiosity piqued. But before I could pry, a tiny ring on my finger pulsed with a vibrant light, the secret signal Morgan used when she was free to play. "Another time, sweetheart! Catch some big ones, okay? Bye!"
I planted a quick kiss on Artoria's cheek, ruffled her hair in a playful pat, and then, with the grace of a startled rabbit, dashing towards the castle like a knight on a quest for... well, not exactly a dragon, but something equally exciting.
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(3rd Person's POV)
"Gehehe..." Artoria's giggle bounced off the shimmering water, the memory of the cheek-kiss still warming her cheeks. "Ugh, why do I always go all gooey and forget what I wanna say?" She shook her head, the blonde braids whipping like sunlit streamers.
Sighs and spluttering sounds interrupted her musings. Pulling her line with a mischievous grunt, Artoria reeled in, not a fish, but the familiar pink head of Medb. The talking heard spluttered dramatically, her eyes wide with a comical blend of fury and fear.
"Puah! Aaa! Master, save me! This demon child has me captive!"
Artoria smirked, a glint of steel flashing in her green eyes. With a flick of her wrist, she sent Medb soaring through the air before catching her neatly in the open mouth of a passing pike. Medb's screams muffled, punctuated by frustrated gurgles.
"Listen up, you pink-haired pest," Artoria stated, her voice deceptively sweet. "Uncle thinks I'm the cutest flower in Camelot, and I intend to keep it that way. Utter one bad word about me, and no Round Table knight will be able to piece you back together after I'm done."
Medb, eyes watering, could only nod frantically. This wasn't the innocent little Artoria the king doted on; this was a cunning predator in disguise, and Medb wouldn't dare underestimate her. "Good," Artoria chirped, setting the spluttering knight on the ground. "Now, where's the real fun to be had?"
A mischievous glint flickered in her eyes. Artoria knew exactly where King Lot was hiding, and the prospect of a little chaos tickled her fancy. With a muttered levitation spell, she propelled herself towards the castle, leaving a trail of shimmering afterimages in her wake. A quick voice-silencing and presence-concealing charm later, and she was a phantom slipping through the shadows, her destination: a certain room where secrets whispered and intrigue brewed.
She peeked through a small key hole and saw Morgan pounding on King Lot's lap.
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(Titus's (Lot's) POV)
Morgan and I had just finished up our work. White lava was still oozing from Morgan's backside, but I quickly cast a cleaning spell to clear away any stains. Morgan's efficient management skills had made the task much easier, but I didn't want her to walk around with a lingering, unmistakable smell.
She was resting, curled around my body, her soft breath tickling my ear, already setting my heart racing. "Artoria's watching from the keyhole this time," she whispered.
"Yeah," I nodded, smiling at the situation. From the beginning, both Morgan and I knew that Artoria had been discreetly observing our activities. Being skilled mages, we sensed her magical presence. We had a suspicion that Artoria used a divination spell to spy on us, but we didn't stop her. Artoria was growing up, and we believed she needed a proper understanding of intimacy.
Teaching sexual education was uncharted territory for me, even to my children in London Dreamshift. But Morgan proposed that letting Artoria witness our sex might stir her curiosity about relationships, despite how awkward it initially felt. We hadn't seen Artoria engage with any boys her age, and being of age, I worried she might avoid relationships altogether. I hoped she'd settle down soon.
The words she uttered left me feeling rather peculiar. I wasn't infuriated, but it seemed she misunderstood my commitment when I pledged to Artoria about our future together.
"Morgan, I, King Lot Leudonus of Orkney, am and will forever remain the sole husband of Morgan Pendragon. I have never and will never be with any other woman in this era. You are my only beloved wife, and my love for you is unwavering," I declared.
As always, I stood firmly devoted to Morgan. As a king, I could have dallied with others, but that wasn't my principle. Morgan had shown me immense love and respect, and there was no reason for me to betray her trust.
"I-I understand," blushed Morgan, though she still appeared troubled. "But Artoria, she…"
"I only see Artoria as my daughter. I have never entertained nor will I ever harbor any romantic feelings for that innocent girl. It's simply out of the question."
Had I encountered Artoria during her teenage years, it might have been a different scenario. But I had raised Artoria since she was a toddler. It was inconceivable for me to even consider viewing Artoria in a romantic light. Sure, I was her simp, but times had changed.
Thud!
A loud thud interrupted us, followed by Artoria's presence fading away.
"Ah, she's off crying again," sighed Morgan, shaking her head. "My lord, I appreciate your love for both me and my sister, but you should help her face the harsh reality."
"Yeah, I know…" It was my fault, no denying that, but… "But I'm not ready to leave. I want to relish every moment with my fairy wife."
I nibbled on her nipple while my hands gently massaged her exquisite creamy buns. Nero, Tamamo, and Scathach were always around me, so I never complained, but Morgan was often occupied with court affairs. Hence, I yearned to spend every fleeting second with her.
"Ah~!" Morgan moaned as one of my fingers delicately explored her hole. She chuckled and affectionately stroked my head like a mother, "I understand, but let's settle this matter first. Tonight, I'll wear those 'bunny' or whatever attire for you."
"Really?! Alright~!"
Finally, I'd get to see Morgan in her bunny outfit. I couldn't wait to revel in her company!
We exchanged one last lingering gaze before our lips met.
However, I doubted Artoria was aware of our intentions. "Milord," Morgan spoke, her fingers idly tracing my chest. "Please don't be upset, but what's your plan for Artoria?"
At the mention of Artoria's name, a subtle tension filled the air, but we brushed it aside. Morgan's mention of Artoria seemed deliberate, perhaps to convey a message to Artoria, who might be listening outside.
"What do you mean, Morgan?"
"Milord, I love you deeply and would never allow any other woman near you. But if it's your wish, you have my blessing to consider her as a potential companion."
The air hung heavy with unspoken thoughts as Morgan's words settled between us.
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