"Water..."
A harsh cough echoed through the chamber, and the pale blonde-haired girl was left utterly astonished upon hearing the plea from the man.
He was supposed to be dead, yet here he was, returned to life at the very moment she longed to see him one last time—especially now that Merlin had already left.
Their relationship may have been strained, but that did not diminish the deep respect she held for him.
In fact, she loved him deeply and desperately sought his approval. Her obsession with Camelot's throne and the British Isles was a testament to her determination to prove that his choice of Artoria over her had been a mistake, rather than a mere desire for the throne itself.
The tension between them stemmed from Merlin's prophecy, which foretold that she would be the one to bring about the destruction of Britannia.
This prophecy caused him, once gentle and caring towards her, to become cold and distant.
He disowned her from the Camelot succession and instead bestowed the throne upon her younger sister, whom he had never even met or interacted with—relying solely on Merlin's accounts of her progress.
This decision filled her with anger and resentment.
Driven by a relentless desire to prove him wrong, her obsession knew no bounds.
Even in the future, she would burn Britannia in a fit of rage against Artoria, who had stolen not only her throne but also his affection.
Her deep affection for Uther was undeniable; she had always been a daddy's girl.
Sadly, Uther wasted this fact, falling victim to the manipulations of a scammer like Merlin.
Fearing that he might close his eyes once more, she hastily searched for water, pouring the mineral water into a golden goblet.
She handed it to the man, who took a sip before shifting his gaze towards her.
"Igraine... Don't you know how long I missed you? I'm glad that we can be reunited again in the afterlife once more," he murmured, his voice a slurred whisper, his eyes fluttering between the realms of sleep and wakefulness.
Unconsciously, the goblet slipped from his grasp, clattering to the floor.
Before she could utter a word of protest, Uther embraced Morgan, pulling her onto the bed with a forceful urgency that silenced any objections she might have had.
He kissed her forcefully, leaving her lips swollen from his relentless assault.
His hands were far from innocent, as they roved over her breasts, kneading them with a desperate, possessive touch.
"Igraine... I miss you, Igraine. Please, don't leave me again," he mumbled like a man possessed, tearing at her clothes without a second thought.
In one swift motion, he ripped off her panties and discarded them onto the floor.
Her pussy was laid bare before him, causing her heart to pound wildly in her chest.
This was not anyone else, it was him, the one who had once been a cold to her, yet now stood before her, his eyes burning with fervent lust.
She wanted to say she was not her mother, but stopped when she saw the madness in his eyes, his gaze mirroring the same obsession that had driven her own desires for approval.
She saw the same eyes as her own in his eyes, and inwardly, she felt a twisted sense of happiness knowing that he was obsessed with ravaging her and becoming one with her, despite the fact that he only saw her as a substitute for her mother.
Fearing that her voice would awaken him and shatter the fragile illusion of sanity that had taken hold of him, she tried her best to stifle her words and gave him a shy nod of approval instead.
He saw that she didn't resist his affection, without hesitation, he grasped her leg and pulled it apart, his hand moving with a force that bordered on brutality.
As he positioned his cock at the entrance of her pussy, she could feel her heart racing in fear and anticipation.
As she anticipated, he didn't disappoint her as his cock violently entered her pussy, her hymen was torn asunder, she gritted her teeth and silently endured his brutal thrusts, despite the pain, she found a twisted sense of satisfaction in finally becoming one with him, it was better than being ignored as she had been previously.
Amidst his violent sex against her, she didn't mince a single word and played the role of her mother submissively.
As he flooded his essence into her pussy and womb, Morgan's body arched upward in response.
Her breathing was ragged, her heart pounding in her chest.
She couldn't look away from his face.
As her hips moved instinctively, responding eagerly to his violent thrust, she wrapped her arms seductively around his neck, kissing him with a fervor that bordered on madness.
Uther, panting heavily after their intense sex, felt his heartbeat pounding violently in his chest.
His stamina was drained, and he closed his eyes once more in tiredness after he gave her the last thrust and cum inside her pussy, filling her completely, physically and emotionally.
His sleep was no longer filled with tenseness as previously, for this time it was peaceful sleep, full of relief and happiness, as he slept without a word.
Morgan saw him, still breathing and alive; she couldn't help but feel happy and covered him with the blanket.
She knew better, despite the awkward relationship between them, that if he knew what happened, he would be consumed by guilt and live with it for the rest of his life, which wasn't something she wanted to see.
By then, she had covered up all of her scents, cast a spell on the air, and cleaned away all traces of their violent sex.
She restored all the previous furniture that had been broken by their violent sex to its original state, as if everything had never happened in the first place.
Even the sheet that had been stained red due to her hymen being broken by him was nowhere to be seen.
When she saw that everything was already fixed, she nodded in satisfaction, covered him with the blanket, and kissed his forehead gently before leaving silently, as if she had never been there in the first place.