(Author's note:- there's some modification in this chapter as the original didn't have any detailed nsfw scene)
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Moonlight shone on Ian's muscular skin, creating white streaks, outlining the perfect shape of his muscles.
Coupled with his straightforward and undisguised words—
It had to be said that even Morgan couldn't help but take a few more glances at the knight who dared to remove his armor in front of her.
She straightened her posture, returning to her usual cold demeanor.
Though still slightly intoxicated, Morgan retained her royal dignity.
"Foolish knight, do you know what you're saying?"
"Princess, of course I know," Ian didn't avoid the question. "If you didn't hear me clearly, I can say it again."
"Princess, if you wish, I can bring you a night of pleasure."
"But you are just a lowly knight."
Morgan looked directly at Ian."How could you possibly know what kind of pleasure I need?"
"Princess, what I rely on is not knowing what kind of pleasure you need, but—"
Ian paused for a moment, then continued.
"The greatest pleasure I can provide to you, to the best of my ability."
"If I fail to satisfy you afterward, it will be a symbol of my uselessness, and I will naturally be unworthy of the title of knight."
"But I intend to avoid that."
[Affinity ability activated.]
[Morgan began to consider your words—though they were presumptuous and profane, she now felt as if they were the words of a loyal knight.]
[She hesitated.]
[She began to feel that she really needed some pleasure to temporarily forget the pain from the banquet, and you, standing naked before her, were a good choice.]
[But Morgan didn't agree immediately.]
[She had an even greater test of loyalty.]
"Foolish knight, your directness is only for this moment; it is not true courage."
Morgan said this as she stepped off the bed.
The princess walked barefoot to the side, her black formal dress from the banquet trailing behind her, leaving irregular marks.
She reached out and took the double-edged wine glass from the gilded stand, the fine wine inside almost spilling.
Under Ian's gaze, Morgan lightly bit her finger and dripped her blood into the crimson liquid.
Drip.
Ripples appeared on the surface of the calm wine, striking Ian's heartstrings.
Morgan walked towards him, handed him the wine glass, and said coldly:"Foolish knight, since you have spoken of so-called loyalty, you must have prepared yourself for death."
"Drink this wine, and you will die at sunrise."
"Of course, I allow you to make another choice—to admit that you are not courageous, but merely momentarily infatuated."
"Then, you can choose not to drink this wine, but from now on, you will no longer be a knight of Britain."
"And the next time I see you, if your feet are still on British soil, I will kill you myself."
[Morgan wasn't bluffing.]
[As a descendant of the excellent British royal bloodline, she, as a princess, is also a powerful mage.]
[She can guarantee that the prediction of death at dawn is genuine.]
[She doesn't think you have the courage; so-called knights are nothing more than that.]
Looking at the vivid wine and Morgan's almost mocking expression, Ian simply smiled, took the wine glass from her hand without hesitation, and drank it all.
He turned the wine glass upside down, and not a single drop fell from it.
"Aren't you afraid?!" Morgan looked at the empty wine glass, her expression slightly distorted.
Her prediction couldn't be called a complete failure, but it had nothing to do with the present.
"I'm not joking, you will die at sunrise after drinking this wine!"
Hearing this, Ian laughed."Hahahaha, Princess, of course I know you wouldn't joke with me."
"So this is my most sincere answer—I fear death, but I fear even more not being able to die by your side, Princess, in the name of a knight."
"My life is but a fleeting moment; to exchange it for a night of your pleasure, Princess, is a worthy death!"
Ian leaned closer, capturing Morgan's lips in a searing kiss. His tongue delved into her mouth, exploring every inch. She tried but couldn't resist his advances and moaned softly, parting her lips to grant him access.
His hands roamed her body, squeezing and caressing. He cupped her breasts, thumbs brushing over her nipples. They hardened further under his touch, begging for more.
Morgan's hands didn't want to be idle either.unconsciously she traced the contours of his muscles, feeling the power beneath his skin. Her fingers wrapped around his length, stroking him gently.
"Princess, you don't seem as resistant as you thought..."
"Don't speak." Morgan uttered while breathing heavily.
Ian groaned into her mouth, his hips bucking into her hand. He broke the kiss, panting heavily. "Princess," he rasped, "I need to be inside you."
[Morgan didn't refuse your words.]
[As a princess, she felt an instinctive reaction spreading within her.]
[She seemed to really need something to vent her feelings and forget the various pains you didn't know about.]
[But she realized this seemed a bit wanton and tried to restrain herself, only to find herself enjoying it, unable to extricate herself.]
Without waiting for a response, he lifted her up, and carried her to the bed.In Morgan's astonished gaze, she felt herself falling onto the bed.
Even the most exquisite formal dress is extremely fragile when it needs to be torn.
Reality and illusion intertwined, forming a bizarre scene.
Ian positioned himself between Morgan's legs, his tip brushing against her entrance. He looked down at her, his eyes filled with desire and something deeper, something he knew she would never return.
"Princess," he murmured, "I am yours to command."
[Talent "Vigorous Energy" activated.]
[Before Morgan, your energy is inexhaustible.]
[Being controlled by Morgan like this does not cause you to feel fatigue.]
With that, he slowly pushed into her, feeling her warmth envelop him. Morgan gasped, her back arching off the bed. She was tight, but Ian didn't rush. He gave her time to adjust, his hands gripping her hips.
Once she relaxed, he began to move. His thrusts were slow and deliberate, each one deeper than the last. Morgan's hands clenched the sheets, her breaths coming in short gasps.
Ian watched her face, memorizing every expression. He wanted to imprint this moment in his mind, to hold onto it forever. Because he knew, once the sun rose, this would be all he had left of her.
"Harder," Morgan demanded, her voice strained.
Ian obeyed, his thrusts becoming more forceful. The bed creaked beneath them, the sound mixing with their labored breaths and soft moans.
Morgan's nails dug into his back, urging him on. She wrapped her legs tighter around him, pulling him deeper. Ian felt her walls tightening around him, signaling her impending release.
He leaned down, capturing her mouth in a fierce kiss. His tongue dominated hers, mirroring his movements below. Morgan surrendered to the kiss, to the pleasure coursing through her veins.
Their carnal dance of pleasure continued the whole night, without any rest ian continued to fulfill his princess's demands making her experience a night full of pleasure and lust.
With a final thrust, she climaxed again, her body convulsing beneath him. Ian followed soon after, spilling himself inside her with a muffled groan.
They lay there, tangled in each other's arms, their chests heaving. Ian pressed a gentle kiss to Morgan's forehead, savoring the moment.
But he knew their time was up.
[Morgan's gaze towards you has changed.]
"Don't you ever feel tired?"
Morgan looked at the tireless Ian, feeling that he was not ordinary—she herself was somewhat exhausted.
"Princess, a knight never feels tired before the person they serve," Ian replied respectfully. "I will only rest when you no longer need me."
Morgan did not respond to Ian's words.
She looked out the window.
It was now about to be dawn. The sun would soon return to Britain, which would also be Ian's death.
"No regrets?"
Morgan asked again.
"Your life is about to end, and all for the sake of giving me a moment of pleasure?"
"I have no regrets," Ian said firmly.
"..."
Silence, stillness.
"Kneel before me," Morgan suddenly said.
Although he didn't know what Morgan wanted to do, Ian knelt before her, as a knight should.
"What is your name?"
"Ian."
"Ian," Morgan said coldly.
"I don't care about anyone, including my knights, so I will abandon you whenever I deem it necessary."
"Even so, do you still want to be my knight?"
"Every day, every night," Ian replied without hesitation.
"Is that so... then it seems I need to keep you alive until the moment I abandon you."
Morgan said this, reaching out her hand to Ian.
The moment the sun shone its brilliance on Britain.
The naked princess, with a simple kiss on the hand, gained her most loyal knight.