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"You knew so well," Kousuke said, his grip on her rear tightened as her heated breaths hits his face. "After hearing about it so many tis, I beca very interested in entertaining a certain kink of mine. Care to guess what it is, Witch of the Lake?"
"Mm, I have so ideas," Morgan mumbles, most of her body weighted heavily on his lap as she pressed her ample chest against his. Then, she slowly caressing his sturdy chest, tracing her fingers down to his abs hidden underneath the royal garnt. "Knowing how kind my hero is, you wanted to usurp the trauma with a much better mory. Well, did I hit the mark, my dear husband?"
"Right on the nose!" He said before putting on a haughty attitude befitting of an arrogant King, then he continues while trailing his fingers up to her back. "Well then, I have heard from my royal attendants that a certain witch were planning sothing ominous behind the scene."
"The flower mage even warned this King that I must refuse the Witch's advanced. Supposedly, she would do anything to take the throne that should've been hers before the day of the coronation tomorrow, is that right?" He stated before lifting her chin up and were greeted with his cheeky grin. There were so underlying in his words, which Morgan imdiately picks it up with amused look on her face.
Her breath hitches at his sudden shift in attitude for the roleplay, and the assertive grip he had on her chin. She bites her lower lip, deciding to play along with the unexpected ga of power dynamics. "Yes... Your Majesty," she whispers seductively, her voice coated in lust before leaning closer, as if bewitching him with her words. "This witch would do anything you ask if I could inherit my rightful crown..."
"Oho? Anything you say? That's rather bold don't you think?" He said as he leaned back into the throne. Then, pretending to be bewitched by her magic, the corner of his lips curled up into a smirk. "Why don't you show then... How far you would go for the crown?"
Her eyes flashed with a wicked gleam at his words, a slow smirk spreading across her face. Morgan pressed herself more firmly against him, her ample bosom heaving with anticipation. "Oh, I can assure you, Your Majesty... I would go to the ends of the earth to claim what is rightfully mine," she purred, trailing a finger down his chest, toying with the fabric of his royal garnt.
She swung a leg over to straddle him fully, her skirt riding up to reveal more of her creamy thigh. Leaning in, her lips brushed the shell of his ear as she whispered, her voice dripping with sinful promise. "Perhaps I should start by showing you the depths of my... devotion. Here. Now."
Her hand slid lower, fingertips grazing over the growing bulge in his pants. She nipped at his earlobe before soothing it with her tongue, all the while grinding slowly against him. "I could worship my king in ways no one else ever dared... until the coronation tomorrow."
She pulled back just enough to et his gaze, her eyes burning into his with intense, lustful desire. "That is, if Your Majesty is brave enough to accept the challenge of a witch's passion. I promise you've never experienced a devotion quite like mine..."
Her other hand slid up to curl around his neck, fingers threading into his hair as she held his gaze captive. The air between them crackled with tension and barely restrained hunger. She licked her lips, waiting for his response with bated breath and a wicked, taunting smile. "So tell , my king... are you ready to be thoroughly... conquered?"
His blue ocean eyes darkened with lust and a hint of challenge as they raked over her curvaceous form, still pressed wantonly against him. Kousuke gave her plush rear another firm squeeze before delivering a sharp smack, relishing the way it jiggled enticingly.
"Quite the brazen offer from you, my dear witch," he murmured, voice low and rough with desire. His large hands gripped her hips, fingers digging into the supple flesh as he pulled her harder against the growing evidence of his arousal. "But I wonder... are your skills as formidable as your ambition?"
He leaned in closer, hot breath fanning over the slender column of her throat. His gaze locked with hers, a smirk playing at the corner of his well-shaped mouth. "Before you aligning for the throne, you should prove yourself worthy of kneeling before your king. Claim , as you so boldly declared you wished to do..." Kousuke was starting to get into the roleplay at this point, even more when Morgan were also playing along.
One hand slid up her side, tracing the tantalizing curve of her breast through the thin fabric of her gown. His touch was a promise of greater intimacy, a silent challenge to demonstrate the depths of her passion. "Convince of your devotion, little witch. And perhaps, after you've adequately worshipped your crown's future ruler, I shall consider entertaining your lofty plans for the kingdom. But first... you must show that you can be a queen in my bed as much as on my throne."
Her eyes flashed with triumphant hunger at his ultimatum, a throaty chuckle escaping her lips. Morgan arched into his touch, breasts pushing against his palms as she rolled her hips, grinding her heated core along the thick ridge of his arousal.
"Mmm, I thought you'd never ask, my king," she purred, deft fingers already working at the fastenings of his royal garnts. She pushed the fabric aside, baring his chiseled chest to her greedy hands and seeking mouth. Leaning down, she pressed hot, open-mouthed kisses along his collarbone and up the column of his throat. Her tongue traced the line of his jaw before she nipped at his bottom lip, soothing the sting with a sensual lap.
"Watching worship my king will be a sight to behold," she breathed against his lips, one hand delving lower to palm his clothed erection. She stroked him through the fabric, feeling it throb and harden further at her touch. Her other hand slid down to gather her skirts, hiking them up to reveal the creamy skin of her thighs. She draped one leg over his, foot braced against the arm of his throne as she notched his thick cock against her soaked panties. The damp fabric clung to her swollen folds as she rubbed herself against him with shaless abandon.
"Laying my claim to your throne, my body, my soul... I will leave no part of you untouched," she vowed, undulating her hips with each word. Her hand crept beneath her skirts to push her panties aside, baring her dripping sex to the throbbing heat of his flesh. She reached for him once more, fingers curling around his thick shaft and guiding him to the entrance of her scorching heat. "Now, allow to show you the depths of my devotion. I will ravish you with such fervor that you'll forget the na of your other mistresses who ca before . I'll sear my touch into your very being until my claim is unforgettable."
With that promise, Morgan sank down onto his thick length in one swift, hungry motion. Her slick walls enveloped him like a velvet vice, gripping and fluttering around every throbbing inch until he was hilted inside her. A guttural moan tore from her throat at the exquisite stretch, back arching as she savored the sensation of being so thoroughly filled by him.
"Yesss... your witch is more than ready to serve, Your Majesty," she hissed, undulating her hips in a sensual figure eight. She rode him with shallow thrusts, relishing the way his thick cock parted her silken folds with each movent. "I will worship you with every curve of my body, until my touch is the only one you crave. Until your na is the only na my body rembers."
Her nails raked down his chest, leaving faint red lines in their wake as she rolled and grinded against him with shaless abandon. Leaning in, she crashed her lips against his in a bruising kiss, tongue plundering the warm cavern of his mouth. She poured all her desire, her hunger, her unquenchable thirst for him into the heated embrace.
He leaned forward, sucking the stiffening nipples of her bouncing breasts, his hands groping and toying with them while thrusting his hips forward. "Mm, what delicacy. Quite the fine body you have, my sinful witch. And your movent were also rather skillful."
When he separated from her nipples with a trail of saliva connecting to his lips, he grin deviously. "Then how about I show you the surprise I kept from you?" With a snap of his fingers, the door to the Throne Room swung opened. A blonde man walks right in, his steps firm like a sheathed warrior. It was none other than Arthur Pendragon, however, it seems like he couldn't see the truth of the reality before him as he kneels in front of the throne.
Morgan gasped, eyes wide with surprise and a hint of intrigue at the sudden appearance of the blonde knight. She made no move to stop her greedy hips, continuing to grind and undulate on Kousuke's thick length as if their lover's tryst was the most natural thing in the world. 'Mm, what a wicked surprise...'
"Your Majesty, I have heard from reliable sources that my dear sister, the witch, is planning sothing evil behind the scene. I have co here solely to inform you of this news." Arthur said.
"Don't worry, he can't senses nor see you. To him, I was just sitting normally on the throne by myself." Kousuke whispers to Morgan's eyes, as if to prove his words, he lightly smacked her rear again. Yet Arthur remained oblivious. After all, he was just an NPC he created, including the whole place sets in virtual space to begin with.
Morgan gasped as the stinging slap to her rear sent a jolt of electrifying pleasure through her body. She bit her lip to stifle a moan, hips writhing subtly against Kousuke's thick shaft still buried inside her. The fact that Arthur couldn't see their lewd act only heightened her arousal, a thrill running down her spine at the forbidden nature of their tryst. "My, you're so naughty, Your Majesty. Aah!" She purred softly, leaning in to nip at his earlobe. "Bringing your loyal knight to bear witness to, ngh! our... private affair. How deliciously wicked of you~"
She rolled her hips in a slow, sensual circle, relishing the feeling of Kousuke's thick length throbbing inside her. Her walls fluttered around him, gripping and caressing every ridge and vein. "Tell ... Aah! does Arthur know of the wanton witch, haa... riding his king's cock with such abandon? Ngh! Does he suspect the sinful way his sister, aah! craves to claim her throne, on and off the battlefield?"
Morgan's hand slid down to where they were joined, fingers stroking the slick flesh where Kousuke's shaft disappeared into her dripping sex. She brought her coated fingers up, sucking them clean with a salacious moan. "Mmm, I wonder... if he could see us now, would he fall to his knees in shock and revulsion? Aah! Or would the sight of his pious king defiling his sister so thoroughly stir sothing darker within him?"
She punctuated her words by clenching hard around Kousuke's cock, undulating her hips with increasing fervor. The obscene sound of flesh slapping against flesh echoed through the throne room, mingling with the witch's shaless moans and the king's guttural groans of pleasure. Kousuke's breath grew ragged as he felt Morgan's velvet walls clench and quiver around his throbbing shaft, gripping him like a silken vice. His fingers dug into the plush flesh of her waist, pulling her harder against him with each powerful thrust. The king's hips surged forward, driving his thick cock deep into the witch's scorching core as they both hurtled towards their explosive release.
"Guh! I can feel you... your climax is nearly upon us," Kousuke grunted, voice strained with impending ecstasy. His ocean-blue eyes darkened to the hue of a stormy sea as he claid Morgan's lips in a bruising, possession kiss. "You've set ablaze with lust, my insatiable enchantress, fuck! Here it cos!" With a primal groan, Kousuke hilts himself to the root inside Morgan's fluttering sheath. His cock jerked and pulsed as the first thick spurt of his hot seed erupted from the tip. Jet after jet of potent sen gushed forth, painting the witch's greedily clenching walls with his royal spunk. The sheer volu and force of his climax triggered Morgan's own earth-shattering orgasm, their combined juices gushing out to soak his lap and drip onto the marble floor.
"Aah! Yeeeesss! Fill up! Shower this loyal witch with your endless vitality! Ngh!"
Breathless and sated, Morgan slumped against Kousuke's chest, her ample bosom heaving with each ragged breath. She could feel the warmth of his seed, deep inside her, marking her as his in the most primal way. A languorous smile curved her kiss-swollen lips as she gazed up at her conquering husband, eyes glimring with satisfaction and lingering desire. "That was... an interesting experience to say the least. You really knows how to abuse your power huh?"
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