The Knight's Advance and Retreat Should Be Decided by the Princess (r18)

A/N:- hopefully you are liking this story, as you may know that this is a translation but there are some extra things which I added. so if I made any mistake comment it and let me know

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[Your hunch was correct.]

[This marks another turning point in your destiny.]

"Ian."

Morgan gently moved her foot, her toes sliding down from Ian's forehead, across his nose, touching his lips, and finally resting on his chin.

Just as Morgan had said before, she didn't care about Ian, even after their intimate moments.

She slightly raised her toes, lifting Ian's chin, which caused him to look up.

From this angle, the beautiful legs hidden beneath the princess's dress were fully visible to the loyal knight.

But Ian knew that what awaited him was certainly not a simple task.

"Answer me, Ian, do you recognize this sword?"

Morgan was referring to the longsword stuck into the ground beside them.

Ian nodded and replied, "It's your sword, Princess, though you don't seem to use it much."

When Ian said "don't use it much," a flash of displeasure crossed Morgan's eyes.

But she quickly continued, "Ian, pick it up."

Knowing that Morgan didn't like being contradicted, Ian pulled out the sword engraved with her name. For someone who trained regularly, it was no difficult feat.

[Morgan seemed to have placed some kind of magic on the sword.]

[Talent "Proxy" acquired: You have been given Morgan's name, and at some point in the future, someone might mistake you for her.]

[Talent "All-Out Struggle" acquired: When holding Morgan's sword, you can unleash abilities beyond your physical limits. In exchange, your life will become as fragile as a candle in the wind.]

[Morgan assumed you knew nothing about magic, so she didn't bother to conceal the magic aura on the sword.]

[This made you somewhat sad.]

"What's wrong?"

Morgan tapped Ian's chin with her toes.

"Touching my sword, does that displease you?"

"No, I would never dare to displease you, Princess," Ian replied. "But I don't understand why you're giving this to me?"

"Ian, I thought I made it clear that you have no right to question what I choose not to tell you, right?"

"I apologize, Princess."

"Never mind," Morgan changed the subject. "I don't want to argue about this. We have more important things to do."

After saying this, the cold princess gently lifted your chin and said as if giving a command, "Ian, stand up and please me."

Ian stood up, still holding Morgan's sword. He looked at her, awaiting further instructions. Morgan's toes trailed down his chest, stopping at his waistband. "Undress," she commanded, her voice firm. "Slowly."

Ian obeyed, his movements deliberate as he removed his clothing. Morgan watched him, her gaze cold and calculating. Once he was naked, she nodded approvingly. "Good. Now, kneel."

Ian knelt before her, the sword resting beside him. Morgan swung her legs off the bed, standing up. She walked around him, her heels clicking on the floor. "You may touch me," she said, stopping in front of him. "But gently. I won't tolerate any roughness."

Ian reached out, his hands hesitating for a moment before touching her thighs. He slid them upwards, feeling the smooth fabric of her dress. Morgan's skin was warm beneath, her muscles tense.

[Following Morgan's instructions, you could only do what she allowed.]

[At the same time, she didn't allow you to act as freely as the first time; everything had to be under her control.]

Morgan's breath hitched as Ian's hands reached the hem of her dress. He slowly pushed it up, revealing her legs inch by inch. She stepped out of the garment, leaving her in just her undergarments.

"Continue," she ordered, her voice steady despite the slight tremor in her legs. Ian's hands moved to her hips, his thumbs hooking into the waistband of her panties. He slid them down slowly, his knuckles brushing against her skin.

Morgan stepped out of them, now completely bare before him. Ian's eyes roamed over her body, taking in every curve and dip. She was a perfection incarnate.

"Touch me," Morgan commanded, spreading her legs slightly. Ian's hands moved to her inner thighs, his fingers trailing upwards. He could feel the heat emanating from her core.

Morgan gasped as his fingers brushed against her folds. She was already wet, her arousal evident. Ian circled her entrance, teasing her gently. 

"Inside,"

"Inside," Morgan repeated, her voice strained with desire. Ian obliged, slipping one finger into her tight heat. She was slick, welcoming him eagerly.

He began to move his finger, stroking her inner walls. Morgan's hips jerked forward, seeking more friction. Ian added a second finger, stretching her further. His thumb found her clit, circling it gently.

Morgan's breathing grew ragged, her chest heaving. She gripped Ian's shoulders, her nails digging into his skin. "More," she gasped, her hips moving in rhythm with his fingers.

Ian increased his pace, his fingers pumping in and out of her. He could feel her walls tightening around him, signaling her impending release. "Come for me, Princess," he murmured, his voice low and husky.

With a final thrust, Morgan climaxed, her body convulsing. Ian continued to move his fingers, drawing out her pleasure.

As Morgan rode out the waves of her orgasm, Ian slowly withdrew his fingers. She was panting, her skin flushed and dewy with sweat. Ian brought his hand to his mouth, licking her juices off his fingers. "Delicious," he murmured, his eyes never leaving hers.

Morgan watched him, her gaze intense. She reached out, grabbing his wrist. "My turn," she said, pulling his hand towards her mouth. She sucked his fingers clean, her tongue swirling around them. The sight was incredibly erotic.

Once she was finished, Morgan released his hand. "Stand up," she ordered, her voice hoarse. Ian obeyed, rising to his feet. Morgan walked around him, trailing her fingers along his skin. She stopped behind him, pressing herself against his back.

Her hand wrapped around his hard length, stroking him slowly. "I want you inside me," she whispered in his ear, her breath hot against his skin."Now."

Ian turned around, facing Morgan. She was still pressed against him, her hand still wrapped around his erection. He grabbed her hips, lifting her up. Morgan wrapped her legs around his waist, her arms around his neck.

Ian walked them back to the bed, laying Morgan down gently. He positioned himself at her entrance, his tip brushing against her folds. Morgan looked up at him, her eyes filled with a mix of desire and something else, something he couldn't quite decipher.

"Take me," she whispered, her voice barely audible. "Make me feel more pleasure."

Ian pushed into her slowly, feeling her warmth envelop him. Morgan gasped, her back arching off the bed. Once he was fully sheathed, he paused, giving her time to adjust. "Princess You're so tight," he groaned, his forehead resting against hers.

Morgan's nails dug into his back, urging him on. "Move," she demanded, her hips lifting to meet his.

Ian began to move, his thrusts slow and deliberate. Morgan matched his rhythm, her hips lifting to meet his. The room filled with the sounds of their lovemaking the creaking of the bed, their labored breaths, and the slick noises of their bodies joining.

Morgan's hands roamed over Ian's back, her nails leaving red welts in their wake. Ian didn't mind the pain; it only served to heighten his pleasure. He quickened his pace, his hips snapping forward with increasing force.

Morgan's moans grew louder, more desperate. She was close, he could tell. Ian reached between them, his fingers finding her clit. He rubbed it in tight circles, pushing her closer to the edge.

"Come for me, Princess," he grunted, his voice strained with exertion. "Let me feel you."

With a final thrust, Morgan climaxed, her walls clamping down around him.

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[Your freedom of movement was controlled by her royal authority; the tide began to rise, only to fall.]

[This was just the beginning.]

[Over the next month, she summoned you to her side repeatedly, controlling you both mentally and physically.]

[Her actions became bolder, and on one occasion, when you opened the door, you found her naked, just like on the night of your oath.]

[But you didn't think Morgan was trying to seduce you, nor did you think she was naturally promiscuous.]

[You could feel the coldness in her eyes every time, and you realized you had never heard her genuine voice. As she had said, the princess had never liked you.]

[This was all part of her plan, which she kept hidden from you.]

[You didn't know how long this life would last, but you endured, becoming a knight she could control with her body at any time.]

[But then, things took a new turn.]

In the dungeon, Ian gasped for air, the familiar stale smell filling his nostrils.

He had been imprisoned by Morgan for over three years.

Every day, Morgan would come to see him alone, but she never spoke. She would silently cut her finger and make Ian kneel to lick the blood.

Occasionally, she would make Ian suck on her finger, gently moving it around in his mouth.

The cold princess still didn't consider Ian anything significant.

[You disappeared, but no one cared.]

[The British royal family welcomed the birth of a new heir, and the whole kingdom rejoiced. Compared to that, a missing knight was nothing.]

[Moreover, Morgan herself showed no intention of looking for you, so naturally, no one mentioned it.]

[The traces of your existence seemed to be erased, leaving only Morgan as the last record of your existence in this world.]

[For some reason, after the birth of the new heir named Arthur, Morgan visited you more often, and the number of times she made you lick her blood increased.]

[Talent "Vigorous Energy" upgraded to "Vigorous Energy+": Morgan's blood flows through your body; you can remain energetic forever and fight tirelessly.]

[Talent "Proxy" upgraded to "Proxy+": At some point in the future, you will be mistaken for Morgan, and no one will doubt it.]

[During this time, Morgan finally started to talk to you.]

[From her, you learned about the existence of the Tyrant King Vortigern. His appearance seemed to be earlier than you thought, and his presence was shaking the foundations of Britain.]

[A few days later, you learned from Morgan that King Uther had long noticed Vortigern and was preparing to confront this heretic who brought disaster. She had known this for some time.]

[On the night before the departure, Morgan came to see you again.]

Click.

The dungeon that had imprisoned Ian for years was opened, and Morgan stood there, holding a glass of wine with an enticing aroma.

"Come here, Ian."

Ian didn't hesitate; he still obeyed her orders as Morgan's most loyal knight, just like many years ago.

"Princess."

Ian knelt respectfully before her.

Morgan looked at him, her expression complex.

"I didn't expect that after all these years, you're still like this... Ian, I allow you to resent me now."

"But I don't allow myself to resent you," Ian replied.

"You are the one I swore loyalty to. I obey your every command. Even if you imprison me until death, it's my fate."

"You..."

Morgan hesitated.

She changed the subject, "In that case, Ian, do you still remember how to use a sword?"

"A knight's etiquette is unforgettable

," Ian quickly replied.

"Then—"

Morgan looked down at the knight kneeling before her and said, word by word, "Ian, it's time to go."

"I order you to kill my father's enemy, Vortigern."