In the world of Type-Moon, it all begins with becoming Morgan's husband!

There was a snap.

The sparkler fell to the ground, and a few seconds later, the fireworks lost their brilliance.

Bathed in moonlight, the princess of ancient Britain rode on the back of her most loyal knight.

The scene at this moment seems no different from that of thousands of years ago.

But when Vivian looked at him beneath her, she knew that everything was different from before.

"That--"

Vivian reached out and tenderly stroked the cheek of the knight beneath her.

Her fingertips traced every inch of his cheek, feeling the marks of time that had been left on him.

"In that case... please help me get rid of the sadness in my heart."

The witch untied the knot at the back of her kimono, then took his hand and led it to the open opening.

"Ian, let's make this even more enjoyable."

Only now did the man realize how much preparation Vivian had made for saying "I'm sorry."

She was impeccably clean, tidy, and incredibly beautiful.

However, there was no covering inside, so you could reach right up to your skin as soon as you put your finger in.

That's right.

This is a perfectly prepared vacuum setup that is only made in advance when there is 100% certainty that this method of apology will be used.

In all those days when they couldn't have a proper chat, she may have been waiting for this moment.

With that thought in mind, Ian no longer hesitated—after all, he genuinely loved her.

Faced with such an overly proactive invitation, it was impossible to ignore it.

"Understood—let's have some fun tonight."

"..."

Having received the man's permission, Vivian reached out and touched his waist, intending to loosen the last restraint.

To be honest, it was a process that made her quite shy.

After all, in every memory from the past, it was actually him who took the initiative to do such things.

But things are different now—

Vivian knew that she was not only fulfilling her words, but also doing what a wife should do.

She wasn't very nimble, and was even a little flustered, but she still managed to do it.

I touched it below; it's still a bit soft.

But it's okay—

She knew how to excite him that night.

Vivian bent down.

While gently rubbing his base with her incredibly clean and flawless private parts, she kissed the knight passionately.

Their hands intertwined at that moment, their fingers gently touching each other's skin without hurting each other, feeling the burning love between them.

Amidst their tender moments, the knight gradually became aroused, finally resisting the witch's forbidden gate, and their bodies touched each other lightly and almost imperceptibly during their passionate kiss.

Without any hesitation, Vivian rose slightly and then descended, finally settling on her own throne.

This is the most perfect match—the knight's lance belongs only to the princess, and the princess's treasury is only open to the knight.

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Holding hands tightly with him, Vivian began to sway back and forth, as if she were sitting on the perfect white horse.

Her breathing became more rapid as a result, and her kimono slipped down her shoulders, revealing her impressive northern silhouette.

In this deserted shrine, the princess of ancient Britain poured out her regrets, afraid that the other party might have overlooked something.

Finally, Vivian felt the other person's body tremble, a sign that they were about to sprint.

A man's voice came at this moment:

"Vivian, is that alright?"

"No problem." The witch completely stored the knight's lance into her treasury until her lower abdomen bulged slightly.

"Tonight...anything is fine with you, as long as you like it."

The next moment, Vivian felt her hands being slowly released, and instead, her waist was being gripped tightly.

It was a feeling that was completely fixed on him, both familiar and strange.

But none of that matters anymore.

The pleasure derived from his impact erased all other sensations—it was an act that struck right to the heart of the matter, making all other trivialities insignificant.

The witch's body was trembling violently, as if her entire being, including her soul, was about to be shattered.

Her upper body clothing had already slipped completely off due to the contact, and her proud breasts, bathed in moonlight, were exposed to the other person without any concealment.

He looked utterly pathetic—as if he had been violently violated and was unable to control himself.

But Vivian was incredibly happy.

It's back, everything is back.

What the witch wanted to see was him, like a wild beast in front of her, tearing away all the shame of the past.

Vivian placed her hands on the man's chest, exhaling warm breaths as she murmured intimate words, as if in a state of arousal:

"Faster, faster!"

"Don't stop—Ian, you love doing this with me, don't you?"

"Make me the happiest person."

The witch's encouragement was like the devil's whisper.

The man became even more unrestrained, penetrating her most shameful place until each thrust turned her upside down.

In the end, the two achieved a profound and inseparable union.

Gurgling.

"Ugh—!"

Vivian tilted her head back, her hair swaying like willow branches in the spring breeze.

She could feel a large, thick substance being poured into her depths—a hot and incredibly pleasurable sensation.

But Vivian was very worried at this moment.

She was afraid that she would lose her attraction to him from then on.

However, the concerns did not continue.

Because the witch heard words that sent a shiver down her spine.

"Princess."

“I… I still think the name Morgan suits you better.”

359. Morgan finds her husband / She regains her real name / The beginning of the union (4k)

"..."

The moment Vivian heard Ian reveal her real name, her eyes blossomed like flower buds, filled with surprise, but even more so with disbelief.

“Ian… what did you just say? Could you repeat it?”

"I said--"

The man looked at the witch sitting on his groin, her eyes hazy, and answered gently.

"Princess."

"I think the name Morgan suits you better."

"That's your real name, right?"

Upon hearing this, Vivian could no longer control her emotions.

Ignoring her disheveled appearance with her upper body exposed, she threw herself in front of him, tightly hugged his neck, and buried her head in it.

"You stupid!"

The weeping witch began to pour out her grievances.

"Why did you only think of that now!"

"I'm sorry." The man hugged her tightly, his voice full of apology.

"It seems that it was only after doing this with the princess that my memories returned to where they belonged."

"..."

Upon hearing this, Morgan, whose real name he had used, stopped.

She raised her head and looked at the man in front of her, her tone becoming more cautious.

"Are you serious?"

"You only remembered all this after we were done?"

"Yes."

Ian hugged Morgan, sat up, and looked at her in his arms with a deep affection in his eyes.

"The feeling that the princess provides seems irreplaceable."

"..."

Upon hearing this, Morgan immediately realized his importance in Morgan's heart.

She reached out and lifted his chin, speaking with a hint of seduction.