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

"Could it be... that my magic wasn't transferred to you in this way?"

“Perhaps.” The man followed Morgan’s finger and raised his head slightly. “But in any case—it was the princess who ultimately accomplished this.”

"Wait a moment."

Morgan lightly touched the man's lips, silencing him.

"You are not allowed to call me Princess anymore."

"Hmm?" Ian was somewhat surprised. "Why?"

“Because I’m not some princess—” Morgan took his hand and placed it on her bare chest.

"I am your wife."

"..."

Upon hearing this, Ian's lips curled up slightly.

"I see."

"Miss Morgan—aren't wives obligated to satisfy their husbands' desires?"

"of course."

Morgan did not shy away from the topic.

She moved slightly around the man's genitals, leaving traces of her body from time to time, but showed no intention of leaving.

"I haven't let you out yet, have I?"

Needless to say.

The man immediately pounced on the witch and pinned her to the ground.

Under the moonlight, she was now completely naked.

The kimono prepared for the apology was transformed into a carpet-like decoration.

The naked princess lay there, while her most loyal knight held her down like a lion, giving her no chance to look away.

Morgan, you are so beautiful.

"How many times have you said this..." Morgan's face flushed slightly, "Can't you just say it differently?"

"So you don't like me saying that?"

"Do not."

Morgan spread his arms out to the sides, appearing completely unguarded.

“I love it when you say things like that to me—and what you’re going to do next.”

With just that one sentence, the knight was instantly reawakened.

He lowered his head and, like a primal beast, bit into that proud breast and began to suckle it forcefully.

Morgan quickly developed a nickname for him, and his legs began to kick restlessly, creating wrinkles in his kimono.

"Ian...don't just bite one side."

The witch was uttering words of love when she felt the man release his hold on her chest.

She thought her words had offended the other person and was about to apologize when she was suddenly met with an even more powerful attack.

The man's lower body was as fierce as a lion, repeatedly pounding into the already chaotic royal treasure vault.

He grabbed the other person's breasts with both hands and began to rub the sensitive areas on both sides.

Morgan now understood how repressed Ian had been when he was with him—deep down, Ian was a beast that could never be satisfied.

That time, I'll become the opponent he devours.

The witch was cooperating with the man's actions, playing the role of a toy being played with.

Even so, she noticed something—although the man was as fierce as a wild beast, he didn't use any methods that made her uncomfortable.

So his love had already reached the depths of his soul?

Morgan reached out to the man above, cupped his cheek, and said gently:

"Let it all out—I know you've been holding it in for a long time."

"Don't leave any left over."

"..."

The man's breath was now only warm.

After that moment, the shrine echoed with the ferocious roars of wild beasts and the ecstatic moans of witches.

The ancient money box bears witness to the ups and downs of relationships that have blossomed from friendship.

At this moment, the princess finally welcomed back her knight.

I don't know how much time had passed, but it was late at night at the shrine.

Ian and Morgan huddled together tightly.

The kimono that was originally used by the witch in her decisive battle now served as a blanket, completely covering Morgan's body, which was stained with the marks of Ian's indulgence and appeared slutty.

There was a sizzling sound.

A sparkler was lit.

Ian gently shook it in front of Morgan, then apologized.

"sorry."

"I think I got a little too excited."

“Fool.” Morgan lightly punched his chest.

"Isn't it normal to get excited when doing something like this?"

"And you should be excited about me too—I'm your wife."

I've already missed him once.

Morgan said he would never let him go so easily again.

“Ian, we can do this every day if you want.”

"I'll try whatever position you like."

As he said this, Morgan led his hand to his lower abdomen—the slightly bulging shape was enough to show how thoroughly the man had indulged himself.

But faced with this incredibly tempting promise, Ian's expression was not as excited as before.

On the contrary, after regaining his memories, he became somewhat silent.

Morgan, of course, quickly noticed this unusual behavior in him.

She raised her head, looked at her knight whom she had lost and found again, and asked softly;

"what happened?"

"You... don't seem to like this suggestion?"

"Is there any condition you want to add? You can bring it up—as long as it's not too unreasonable, I'll consider it."

In fact, even if it were an unreasonable request (like bringing Artoria next time), Morgan knew he would definitely agree.

This is what he deserves.

This is the compensation he deserves after bearing so much for me.

But Morgan also knew that men would never go that far.

Even during that moment of irrational pleasure, he was still constantly protecting himself, afraid of getting hurt.

"How could I not like it?"

Ian held Morgan's hand tightly and then gently rubbed her cheek.

"I just... thought of some things."

"..."

Ian's reminder brought Morgan back to the point where he had initially sought him out.

However, it was because of the witch's sense of guilt that it turned into this erotic date.

"That--"

Morgan straightened his body and gently rubbed his penis against the spot that aroused him the most.

She tidied her hair and adopted a listening posture.

"What exactly do you want to see me about?"

Seeing Morgan get serious, Ian didn't hold back either.

He asked directly:

"Morgan."

"You... participated in the Holy Grail War just for me?"

"..."

Although Morgan didn't understand why Ian asked such a question, he nodded without hesitation.

"of course."

“If it weren’t for you—I wouldn’t have participated in this boring ceremony.”

“I have no interest in fighting against other people on this kind of thing.”

"..."

You realize that Morgan wasn't saying that just to impress you.

For her, you are the only reason to participate.

All the events that preceded this point corroborate it.

However, if this happens—