[You heard the invitation from Artorius.]
[You didn't answer immediately, but looked at him in silence.]
[This made him worry if he had said something wrong.]
"Sorry, Mr. Ian, if you're busy, then forget it." Artorius politely found an excuse for himself.
"However, I am still very grateful for your help."
After speaking, Artorius turned around and prepared to return to his room, enduring this awkwardness.
"Wait a minute." Ian spoke to stop him.
"Are you... sure you want to do this?"
"If I remember correctly, you only have the money from selling apples, right?"
This wasn't Ian talking nonsense.
He had already checked Artorius's body in the name of a body search—he couldn't have any property other than what Ian had generously given him.
"Is it really okay to spend it like this?"
"It's okay," Artorius immediately said, sensing a turning point. "Although these are the gold coins from selling apples, I can still spend some of them."
"Besides—"
Artorius looked directly at Ian and smiled slightly.
"If my brother and father find out that I have received kindness from others but don't know how to repay it, they will definitely be ashamed."
The youth's eyes were very sincere, so straightforward that Ian couldn't refute.
After hesitating for a moment, he gave a somewhat vague answer.
"Okay, I understand."
"However, I'm not sure if I'll have free time. How about this, if I don't show up at the hotel entrance by noon tomorrow, just assume I'm busy, how about that?"
"Noon?"
Artorius nodded, with an expression that conveyed he had "completely remembered."
"I understand."
[After a brief exchange of pleasantries, you said goodbye to Artorius.]
[You then noticed that it was already late.]
[You thought of Morgan.]
[You hurried towards the royal court.]
[You carefully avoided the gazes along the way, and finally arrived safely in front of Morgan's room.]
[You gently knocked on the door, waiting for Morgan to open it for you.]
Creak—
The wooden shaft turned, and the thick door slowly opened.
However, Morgan's figure didn't appear behind the door as usual.
Ian was a little puzzled.
But since the door was open, he knew it wasn't right to stay outside.
"Your Highness, I'm coming in."
After reporting this, Ian walked into the room.
Almost at the same time, after he entered the room, the door slammed shut.
Morgan emerged from the shadows.
Tonight, the princess was only wearing a thin white dress, which was transparent and not very suitable for autumn.
Moonlight shone through the glass windows, quietly falling on her clean skin, and also reflecting her hazy and almost perfect body curves.
She walked towards Ian step by step, until she pushed him down on the bed.
She leaned down, propped herself up by Ian's ear with one hand, pinched his cheeks with the other, and pressed her right knee, covered with her thin dress, onto the soft bed.
"Ian, why are you so late today? Where did you go?"
"Your Highness, something unexpected happened."
[You explained to Morgan in a vague voice about meeting Artorius while burying the traces.]
[You didn't hide any details from her.]
[Including but not limited to his delicate appearance that made his gender somewhat ambiguous, and his very polite conversation.]
[After listening to your words, Morgan temporarily let go.]
[However, her knees became even more presumptuous.]
"Why do you sound like this?"
Morgan looked at Ian under her, her blue eyes filled with resentment.
"It's like you appreciate that person very much?"
"Your Highness, I confess to you." Ian raised his hands, making a gesture of surrender.
"Artorius is indeed in line with my personal understanding in various ways."
"But I need to emphasize to you that he is a genuine male, and the fire of my desire will only burn on Your Highness."
The corners of Morgan's mouth curled up in a small arc.
Her knees sank slightly into the bed—it seemed they should have been somewhere else.
"Ian, you're getting bolder now."
"That's all thanks to Your Highness's tolerance."
"Is that so?" Morgan slowly lowered her body and pressed it against Ian's chest.
This usually unapproachable princess was now listening to the heartbeat of the knight beneath her.
Her fingers gently traced his collarbone, and she whispered.
"Then... did you get rid of him?"
"Your Highness, Artorius's situation is special."
Ian very cooperatively put his hand on Morgan's waist.
It was a size that was so slender that it was unforgettable.
"Currently, I can't kill him like this. Otherwise, if he doesn't go back before the agreed date, it will be even more difficult to deal with."
"Then what do you plan to do?" Morgan asked again.
"Well, he actually plans to return the favor tomorrow. I want to take this opportunity to learn more about him."
"Is that so?"
Morgan raised her head slightly and looked at Ian.
In those beautiful blue eyes, there was a little more desire for control.
"Ian, are you trying to deceive me?"
"You should know how sad I will be if you betray me."
"Your Highness." Ian didn't avoid Morgan's gaze. "Although saying this may make you think I'm ungrateful."
"But my body and mind belong to you. I am willing to assassinate anyone in this world for you, and I am willing to give up my life for you."
"I ask—"
"Is there anyone by your side who is more loyal to you than I am?"
After hearing this, Morgan's knees on the bed moved down slightly, no longer as stiff as before.
This made her separate her legs slightly, as if riding a war horse.
"Well, what you said does make some sense."
"However, Ian, there is one thing I want to tell you."
"Your Highness, what is it?"
"That is—" Morgan's finger brushed across Ian's cheek.
"The part of you that belongs to me is not just your body and mind."
"Tonight, I want you to be my best war horse, understand?"
"...Understood, Your Highness."
Ian took off his clothes and layed on the soft mattress of the bed.
He felt morgan rub his hard member and flicked the tip that was already wet, clearly Ian was already excited.
"Looks like my steed is ready for his battle huh?, say Ian do you think I can be a good rider". Morgan asked while licking her lips. Expecting a perfect answer as always.
"My princess a good rider is someone who can perfectly control their horse and horse is equally loyal to his rider.
So princess since you fullfill both condition perfectly you can be a good rider"
Ian said all that with a serious expression while Morgan's hands kept rubbing his hard member.
"Ian you really know how to answer perfectly" Morgan replied to his answer and kissed his lips.
"Then be prepared to be ridden under my control".
Morgan whispered and positioned his hard rod on her glistening hole and with a smack..
It entered.
Morgan didn't moan this time being already used to the size of his rod but his hot and hard thing still made her pause for a moment.
Morgan started to ride slowly trying to feel every inch of his manhood.
But when she saw how relaxed Ian was with his position she realised she was the only one working. That can't happen.
"Ian massage my breasts". She ordered not wanting him to remain lazy and do nothing.
"With pleasure your highness". Ian ofcourse not dissatisfied with the order".
Actually he was happy to receive such order.
[You held the two most precious orbs of Britain and molded them Like clay. Shaping them to your hearts desire]
[The princess wasn't idle either she rode your rod like a cowgirl riding in the western lands].
[Soon however the position reversed]
.....
......
"Princess let me hear your sweet voice" Ian whispered in Morgan's ears while biting her ears.
Ian pounded into Morgan's inside and whispered sweet words inside her ears.
The positions were reversed with Ian on top and morgan under him, her expression was not the usual but dazed she was already succumb to pleasure.
And with a final push he emptied his reserves of cum inside her body.
Fortunately morgan already developed a magecraft for birth control.
Ian hugged morgan and kissed her forehead.
"Good night princess".
No one heard his voice as morgan was already asleep and snuggled into his embrace.
Ian also fell asleep soon after.
[You and Morgan spent another sweet night.]
[You still remembered her request to hear you say good morning.]
[So this day, you waited until she woke up before leaving.]
[Although this made it much more difficult for you to leave.]
[But in the end, you arrived at the royal court safely.]
[You arrived at the hotel entrance, much earlier than the agreed time.]
[But you were surprised to find that Artorius was already waiting there.]