[Vortigern's words are not as gentle as they seem on the surface. This is an extremely vicious tactic.]
[You realize that if you do as he says, the rumors spread by Morgan will become reality in another way, and you will immediately become King Uther's enemy.]
[Although you had anticipated such a situation, you still showed a hint of hesitation when faced with it.]
[Vortigern saw this hesitation in your eyes.]
[He spoke to you again.]
"Young man, it seems your determination to seek my protection is not so strong."
Vortigern stood up, turning his back to Ian.
The light and shadow outside slanted through the tent curtains, as if drawing a path before Ian.
"Leave, young man. Since you are unwilling to be their enemy, then return to where you should be and accept the punishment you deserve."
Ian knew that the issue at hand was not about whether to leave or not.
But whether to temporarily become Vortigern's claw and attack his former colleagues in order to fulfill his promise to Morgan.
—Is there anything to think about?
The person he swore allegiance to is always Morgan.
"White Dragon King, I understand."
"From this day on, I will bear everything and begin to slay enemies."
Vortigern smiled.
"A wise choice."
"Ravage Britain for me. When your achievements are outstanding, I will tell you a secret."
[Talent: White Dragon's Claw acquired: You are active on the front lines, fighting against the former Royal Court knights to carry out Morgan's mission. They call you the White Dragon's Claw.]
[Talent: Affinity·Evil enhanced to Affinity·Extreme Evil: You demonstrate your intentions with the most extreme violence, only in this way can you temporarily forget the pain of attacking your colleagues.]
[Talent: Battle Continuation+ enhanced to Battle Continuation++: Morgan has become the entirety of your soul's support. You often hallucinate her voice. Until her request is fulfilled, no matter how much damage you suffer, you will surely stand up again.]
[You actually played a little trick.]
[You never swore allegiance to Vortigern, nor did you accept his rewards.]
[You do not allow yourself to betray Morgan.]
[But no one questions your loyalty, because even Vortigern's former confidants were not as brave as you, able to counterattack the British army with overwhelming force.]
[You struggle in the pain of killing your former colleagues, only able to barely fall asleep by calling Morgan's name repeatedly in your heart at night.]
........
Ian's eyes fluttered open, his vision blurry until it became clear. He blinked, trying to make sense of his surroundings. The last thing he remembered was at Vortigern's camp, preparing for the upcoming battle against his former comrades. But now, he found himself in a familiar lavish bedroom, the air heavy with an unforgettable scent.
As his eyes focused, he realized he was in Morgan's chambers. The princess's presence was everywhere from the ornate furniture to the delicate perfume lingering in the air. Ian's heart raced, confusion and a hint of excitement.
'How did I get here?'
Before he could ponder further, a voice cut through the silence, sending shivers down his spine and a familiar dose of excitement.
"Ian Kneel,"
Morgan commanded, her tone leaving no room for disobedience. Ian's body moved on its own, his knees hitting the cold floor with a soft thud.
Morgan emerged from the shadows, her silhouette outlined by the faint moonlight streaming through the window. She was draped in a sheer nightgown, the fabric clinging to her curves. Ian's breath caught in his throat, his gaze fixed on her.
" Ian Please me," Morgan ordered, her voice dripping with authority.
Ian hesitated for a moment, his mind reeling. He no longer thought of anything other than pleasing His princess, the commanding tone in Morgan's reawakened his desires.
Morgan repeated inside his head "Please me."
Slowly, he crawled towards her, his movements deliberate and submissive. As he approached, he could see the outline of her body more clearly, the thin fabric of her nightgown doing little to conceal her curves. His heart raced, a mix of longing and desire coursing through his veins.
When he reached her, he paused, looking up at her with eyes full of longing and desire.
"How may I serve you, Princess?" he asked, his voice barely above a whisper.
Morgan's lips curved into a small smile, a hint of satisfaction in her eyes. "With your mouth," she replied, her voice low and husky. "Show me how a loyal knight pleases his princess."
Ian's heart raced as he leaned forward, pressing his lips against Morgan's thigh. He started with gentle kisses, his lips brushing against her skin like a feather. Slowly, he worked his way up, his hands gripping her hips gently.
Morgan's breath hitched as Ian's lips reached the hem of her nightgown. She could feel the warmth of his breath against her core, sending shivers down her spine. "Don't tease," she warned, her voice strained with anticipation.
Ian obeyed, lifting the fabric of her nightgown with his teeth. revealing a beautiful unattainable flower only found in capital of Camelot, He exposed her to the cool air of the room, his eyes widening at the sight of her bare flesh. Without hesitation, he leaned in, his tongue parting her folds.
Morgan gasped, her hands gripping Ian's hair tightly. He began to move his tongue, exploring her intimately. His movements were skilled, as if he had done this a thousand times before.
Ian's tongue danced over Morgan's clit, circling the sensitive bud with expert precision. He could feel her body trembling beneath his touch, her grip on his hair tightening. He slipped a finger inside her, curling it upwards to hit that sweet spot that made her see stars.
" Ian....Ahhnnn.....",She tried to muffle her moans but couldn't
"Mhmm...Ian..Yes there rub me there.."
Morgan's moans filled the room, echoing off the walls. She rocked her hips against Ian's face, chasing her release. Ian obliged, his tongue and finger working in tandem to bring her to the brink of ecstasy.
"Ahmm..ahnnnnnn...."
With a final flick of his tongue, Morgan climaxed, her body convulsing with pleasure. Ian continued his ministrations, drawing out her orgasm until she was a quivering mess.
As she came down from her high, Morgan pushed Ian away gently. "Huff...En..ou..gh," she breathed, her chest heaving.
"Now, it's your turn to be pleased."
Ian couldn't believe his ears, morgan actually wanted to please him, maybe he was really dreaming.
She reached for the tie of her nightgown, slowly unraveling it. The fabric slipped from her shoulders, pooling at her feet, leaving her completely bare. "Lie down," she ordered, her voice husky with desire.
Ian lay back on the bed, his heart pounding in his chest. Morgan crawled over him, her eyes filled with a predatory gleam. She straddled his hips, her wetness pressing against his hard length.
Without warning, she sank down, taking him inside her in one swift motion. Ian groaned, his hands gripping her hips tightly. Morgan began to move, her hips rolling in a sensual rhythm. She rode him hard and fast, her nails digging into his chest.
"Ah.. princess~.." ian couldn't help but moan out.
Ian matched her pace, his hips lifting to meet her thrusts. The room filled with the sounds of their lovemaking the slap of skin against skin, their labored breaths, and the creaking of the bed.
Morgan leaned down, her lips brushing against Ian's ear. "You're mine," she whispered, her voice possessive. "My loyal knight, my plaything."
Ian's heart skipped a beat at her words. Her words felt like confession, though they were not;
But for him just being told he belongs to her is enough.
Morgan's movements became more frantic, her body tensing as she neared her peak.
Ian could feel Morgan's walls tightening around him, signaling her impending release. He gripped her hips tighter, thrusting up into her with renewed vigor. "Come for me, Princess," he grunted, his voice strained with exertion. "Let me feel you."
"Ian~....ahnnnn..."
With a final cry, Morgan climaxed, her body convulsing with pleasure. Ian followed soon after, spilling himself inside her with a muffled groan. They collapsed onto the bed, their bodies intertwined, chests heaving.
But suddenly reality seemed like it was breaking apart,then with ragged breaths Ian woke up and realised morgan wasn't there or clearly he was not in the princess's chamber but in vortigern's camp.
[You realised that you were dreaming]
[You begin to dream more about morgan to be able to serve her more]
[Your resolve hardened, you swore to finish the task and return to your princess]
....
[One day, Vortigern called you to the mountaintop.]
"Well done, young man."
The elderly Vortigern gazed into the distance, his aura undiminished.
"It has been a long time since I saw someone as brave as you."
Ian did not respond to Vortigern but nodded silently.
He did not acknowledge Vortigern as his lord but only temporarily followed him for Morgan's plan.
"Young man, you are still the same as before."
Vortigern held his sword and looked back at Ian.
"Ian, answer me one question. That day, did you really intend to leave me?"
Knowing that Vortigern was referring to the day he woke up and Vortigern came to see him,Ian answered without hesitation:
"I had no such intention."
Ian did not lie.
No matter how many times he recalled that moment, he knew clearly that he would not choose to leave.
Morgan's mission was not yet completed, and he had to bear any amount of infamy.
"Actually, it wouldn't have mattered if you left."
Vortigern stared at Ian.
"Because I always prepare for two possibilities. That day, you would not have left here alive."
"..."
Ian felt that Vortigern's words had a hidden meaning.
But he couldn't think of a better answer, so he could only echo Vortigern's words.
"White Dragon King, perhaps this shows that my luck occasionally works."
"Is that so? Hahaha," Vortigern let out a rare hearty laugh, "I hope so."
"Young man, you have made great achievements for me. I will tell you a secret."
[Although Vortigern is a lowly king, he also has the magnanimity of a true king.]
[He told you the truth about the decline of the Age of Gods. Britain is facing unprecedented changes.]
[You realize that Vortigern carries a burden far beyond imagination.]
[But at the same time, you think of a possibility that should exist.]
"Why not tell King Uther about these things..."
Ian asked Vortigern his first and last question since joining his command.
"If Britain is facing such turmoil, we should join hands."
"Heh, do you think he doesn't know?" Vortigern restrained his laughter, "Young man, if he really had that intention, you and I wouldn't be here now."
"..."
Vortigern was right.
King Uther had no intention of making peace with Vortigern.
The so-called joining hands was never possible from the beginning.
There can only be one true king of Britain, no matter when or where.
[Vortigern did not tell you more. His war with King Uther continued.]
[The scope of the war grew larger and larger, and every inch of British land seemed to hear the sound of iron hooves and clashing swords.]
[You know that many of these are your own doing, but you cannot change them.]
[Your hallucinations are getting worse. People occasionally see you talking to yourself in empty spaces.]
[But only you know that this is the only way you can see Morgan now.]
[But no one cares about these things, because your performance on the battlefield is still brave, and you never accept Vortigern's rewards, but pass them on to others, taking nothing for yourself.]
[As the White Dragon's Claw, you gradually became the commander of a certain army under Vortigern.]
[Finally, the moment of the decisive battle arrived.]
[You know that you will face the truly powerful forces of Britain.]
[You will fight against the knights of Britain.]
[The horns sounded, and the great battle was about to begin. The two armies charged from both sides like a tide.]
[But you, who have always been brave, were distracted at this moment.]
[Because on the opposite bank of the enemy, you saw a familiar figure who should not have been here.]
[Morgan, the princess, has come to the front line of the battlefield!]