At first, she was deeply dissatisfied with King Uther's lecherous actions, especially as they interrupted her moment of seriousness.
However, with each forceful thrust that he gave her, she couldn't deny the deep satisfaction that slowly filled her pussy, a satisfaction she had secretly craved for.
She yearned for his affection, his presence, his time—everything, even though he treated her merely as a vessel for his lust.
Despite that, she found herself inexplicably happy, her body responding to him as he relentlessly plunged his cock into her fae's cunt, claiming her pussy as his private property.
Once he had emptied his essence into her, thoroughly filling her pussy, Uther nonchalantly zipped up his pants and took a seat at the palace garden table, seemingly unaffected by their passionate encounter.
Meanwhile, she focused on fixing her disheveled maid attire, ensuring that her exposed butt was now properly covered.
When she noticed the disappointment in his perverted gaze, she rolled her eyes in mock exasperation and spoke with a teasing tone.
"Don't be too greedy, pervert. I'll satisfy all your desires tonight, in every way imaginable. But for now, let me rest."
With that, she reached for the unfinished cup of tea she had prepared for Artoria earlier, gulping it down in one go after her intense sex with King Uther.
The liquid did little to quench the heat that still lingered in her body.
Uther, on the other hand, was far from satisfied. He admired the intoxicating scent of sweat that clung to her, a testament to their recent sex.
He moved closer to her, inhaling deeply as the scent enveloped him, making his softened cock, erect in an instant.
"How about round two, my beloved fae?" Uther whispered seductively, his voice dripping with lust as he leaned in.
Sith, however, couldn't help but step back, her eyes widening with wariness as she looked at him.
His insatiable lust unsettled her.
"I think this is enough, King Uther. Let's step back," she urged, her voice trembling slightly as fear began to creep in.
She knew all too well what he was capable of, and the thought of enduring another round of his relentless sex made her instinctively flee.
But would King Uther allow such an opportunity to slip away?
From his inventory space, Uther summoned the Chains of Heaven, and with swift precision, he bound her limbs, forcing her to kneel helplessly before him.
Without hesitation, he pulled out his erect cock once again and slapped it against her face.
Sith sighed, resigned to her fate, and opened her mouth willingly, ready to fulfill her duty as King Uther's maid and lover.
He wasted no time, shoving his cock deep into her mouth, asserting his dominance over her once again.
...
While King Uther indulged in his time of debauchery with Baobhan Sith, Artoria was busy with her investigation into the recent vampire attacks on the church.
She diligently gathered as much information as possible from the citizens of Camelot, observing their activities and listening carefully to their accounts.
Although the list of confirmed vampire locations had already been compiled, she felt the need to understand her enemies more deeply before setting out on her mission.
It was a task assigned to her by her father, who emphasized the importance of grasping the complexity of good and evil, particularly through the lens of dealing with vampires.
"Is all of this really necessary, Artoria?" Kay grumbled in a low voice.
His annoyance was understandable.
The idea of wasting time on investigations when they could have easily completed their mission by slaying the vampires outright frustrated him.
The list they had gathered was already comprehensive enough for them to finish the task efficiently.
Besides, who cared about the vampires' backstories anyway? Kay preferred action—he'd rather bash in their skulls than dwell on the details.
For those unfamiliar with Kay, he was the son of Ector, the elderly knight who served at King Uther's court and the man who had adopted Artoria as his daughter.
This goal adoption was to mold Artoria into the perfect knight and savior, raising her in his modest home to teach her humility and restraint, rather than allowing her to grow up in the luxurious palace.
Uther was deeply concerned that if his daughter were to be raised within the opulent confines of the palace, she would develop a character marked by arrogance and the traits of a spoiled child, rather than becoming the ideal savior who embodies the noble virtues of chivalry, humility, and selflessness.
It was precisely because of this concern that he chose to resort to this unconventional method, a method specifically designed to ensure that Artoria would grow up in a humble and modest environment, far removed from the temptations and indulgences of palace life.
"It is necessary," Artoria responded with unwavering determination in her voice. "Father didn't just ask me to slay them; he wants me to learn from them. I want to make him proud, Kay."
There was an inherent desire in every child to make their parents proud, even if they weren't always aware of it themselves.
Kay finally refrained from further comments, giving a reluctant nod of acceptance.
After all, this was the king's command, and what else could he say against that?