The Day the King of Camelot Got Drunk

[You didn't expect Artoria to come to your door at this time.]

[You didn't expect her to dare to come to your door wearing that white dress that showed her girlish charm at this time.]

[After all, at this point in time when she is about to inherit the throne of Camelot, if her female identity is discovered, the consequences can be imagined.]

[To take a step back, even if Artoria is not regarded as a female because of Merlin's magic, the public opinion brought about by this kind of dress after it is spread will be quite explosive.]

[But at the same time, you also realize that this is a manifestation of Artoria's determination.]

[She may be determined to meet you tonight.]

Ian's heart was a little complicated at the moment.

As the preserver of Artoria's last emotion, he understood that all of this was the burning passion that she should have at this age.

It was just that she was burdened with an overly heavy fate that caused her to become like this.

"Artoria..."

Before Ian could finish speaking, she had already revealed her inner thoughts.

"Mr. Ian, you really don't want to see me, do you?"

Artoria lowered her head.

The girl's hands were folded together, a sign of sadness.

"I know this, so I don't ask for anything."

"I came here to tell you that it's okay if we don't meet tonight, I don't mean anything else."

"..."

Ian felt something touch his heart.

The vortex that had barely calmed down began to surge again.

"Mr. Ian, I'm done."

Artoria announced her death sentence in a low voice.

"Then I won't disturb you, have a good dream."

The sad girl walked past Ian, her golden high ponytail seemed to droop because of this sadness.

Just as they were about to separate, Ian reached out and grabbed her.

"Don't go yet, Artoria."

"Since you're here, let's chat for a while."

Artoria immediately turned her head, her delicate face full of unstoppable grievance.

"Mr. Ian!"

The girl hugged Ian tightly, her face buried in his sturdy chest.

Ian looked at her like this, hesitated for a while, and then reached out and gently stroked her back, comforting her silently.

To be honest—

This was a very risky move.

If people saw King Lot and the future heir to the throne hugging each other at the door of the princess's room.

The next day, Camelot would be discussing this matter making such that even the ants on the ground will be aware.

But—

People always have times to take risks.

Not to mention it was for a girl who entrusted her last emotion to him?

Fortunately, luck did not abandon the two.

There were no other figures in the quiet corridor.

Artoria gradually calmed down.

She let go of Ian, took a few steps back, and said in a low voice with a blushing face.

"Mr. Ian, thank you."

"Your embrace is very warm."

"Hmm." Ian nodded, "That's good."

"..."

"..."

A moment of silence.

Artoria was not willing to accept this silence.

She looked at the door beside her and took the initiative to bring up a new topic.

"That, she shouldn't be here now, right?"

"She's really not here."

"Then—"

Artoria reached out and touched the door.

"Mr. Ian, can I go in and take a look?"

"Huh?" Ian's eyebrows trembled.

"I don't mean anything else!" Artoria waved her hand quickly, "I... I just want to see what kind of place you usually live in!"

"If it's not okay, please pretend I didn't say anything!"

[You realize this is a major turning point in your life.]

[According to common sense, you should never let Artoria enter this room.]

[But at this moment, you realize a despicable possibility from her wish.]

[That is, can Morgan's long-cherished wish for the throne be silently implanted into Artoria's entrustment to you at this time?]

[After weighing it again and again, you decide not to give up this possibility.]

[You know that you are a little ashamed of yourself like this.]

[But for Morgan's throne, you will do anything.]

[You opened the door and brought Artoria in.]

[You know that there will definitely be more excessive things next.]

"Is this the place where you usually rest, Mr. Ian?"

Artoria looked at everything around her curiously.

"But why are all her things here?"

"Because this is not my room in the first place." Ian explained, "Naturally, there won't be too many of my things."

"Then—"

Artoria sat on the edge of the bed, shaking her feet slightly.

"Mr. Ian can come to my room next time."

"I can put a lot of your things there."

"..."

Ian showed a hypocritical smile.

"Hmm, I see, I'll try it if I have the chance."

Hearing this, the deep green pupils of Artoria's eyes suddenly had a few stars.

There was a little cunning in her eyes that she should have at this age—although Ian could see it at a glance.

"Mr. Ian!"

Artoria patted the bed beside her—it was actually Morgan's bed.

"Can you sit here?"

"..."

Ian didn't say much, and directly sat there according to her request.

But as soon as he sat down, Artoria's hand came over.

It was a feeling that was somewhat similar to Morgan's, but softer.

"Mr. Ian, do you still remember the promise you made?"

"You said... you want to let me know how to be a girl."

Looking at the hand on the back of his hand, Ian hesitated for a moment, and then answered:

"Hmm, of course I remember."

"Then—"

"Mr. Ian, I have some ideas, can you try them with me?"

As soon as Ian nodded, Artoria leaned back directly.

Her soft lips shyly pressed against the lips of the man who was much older than her.

But she didn't feel any retreat because of this, but was much more active than before.

She picked up the hand that she had just held tightly, and approached the upper part of her white dress step by step.

That was the part she had to be careful to hide on weekdays.

Touched—

The slowly clenched fingers were proof of the girl's success.

Artoria was immersed in unprecedented happiness.

However—

This happiness did not last long.

Because Ian quickly moved his hand away and ended their kiss.

He looked at her without saying a word, and after a long time, he said a word:

"Artoria, are you imitating Morgan?"

"Eh?..!"

She was seen through.

And she was seen through without reservation.

Artoria was indeed imitating Morgan's movements.

She didn't know how to become the girl in Ian's heart.

Thus she chose to imitate.

Since she had witnessed the intoxication Ian showed on Morgan.

As long as she followed suit, there would always be a good result, right?

"Mr. Ian, let me explain!"

Artoria, who was seen through, panicked and wanted to explain everything to Ian.

But he rubbed Artoria's head and answered:

"No need to explain."

"Artoria, I know what you're thinking."

"But I think you should also understand that blindly imitating is meaningless. Like swordsmanship, you must take the step of enlightenment yourself to truly master it."

"But—"

Artoria lowered her head.

"I don't know what to do to be enlightened."

"It's okay."

Ian stood up.

"You will know soon."

[You walked to the place where the wine was placed.]

[You picked up an exquisite glass and filled it with fine wine.]

[The purple liquid swayed in the glass, rippling in circles, and the aroma filled the air, as if the whole room had fallen into a sea of flowers.]

[You took the glass of wine and returned to Artoria's side.]

In front of the girl, Ian took a sip of wine.

He shrugged and said to Artoria:

"Would you like to try it?"

"This is made from the best grapes in Camelot."

"Okay."

After Artoria answered, she took the wine glass from Ian's hand.

She turned the glass little by little, aligning the place where Ian had just drunk with herself.

Gurgling—

Her throat trembled.

Artoria took a big sip of wine.

This was the first time she had indulged herself so much.

After all, when she was in the village, her adoptive father Ector did not allow her to do so.

Although wine is delicious, it is also a poison that paralyzes knights.

However—

Artoria looked at the man in front of her.

In front of him, it doesn't matter, right?

"How is the taste of the wine?" Ian's voice sounded.

"Very, very good!"

Artoria answered hastily.

"It's such a pleasure to be able to taste such good wine from Mr. Ian!"

"That's good."

Ian touched Artoria's cheek, his eyes carrying a complicated emotion.

He knew he was doing something quite despicable.

But the matter had come to this, and there was no turning back.

"Artoria, do you know you look very cute now?"

"Do I?"

The girl who was praised like this had a flushed face, and it was impossible to tell whether it was the result of being overwhelmed by the alcohol or by excitement.

"You do."

Ian put the wine glass on the bedside table, turned around, and with a slight force, he easily pushed Artoria onto the bed.

He was above her, and said in a tone that allowed no argument:

"Artoria, if it's just that promise, it's not as complicated as you think."

"As long as you realize that you don't need to be tough in everything, that's a good start."

"Just like now, in my eyes, you are a complete girl."

"Is that so?"

Artoria's eyes were already a little blurred.

"Mr. Ian... I seem to understand what to do."

"Hmm, that's good."

"Also—" Ian's eyes were mixed with a bit of impure purpose.

"Artoria, after you inherit the throne, you will definitely taste even better wine."

"So there's no need to be so surprised."

"But, Mr. Ian."

Artoria looked at him above her.

"For me, the wine you have tasted is the most delicious."

"No." Ian shook his head, "Artoria, you can't think like that."

"There are many, many things I haven't touched, and you must shoulder the responsibilities you need to face, and deal with the enemies that this country needs to face."

"Mr. Ian, do you mean, you want me to kill the enemy for you?"

"Not just for me, but for the whole of Camelot."

Ian knew that he was certainly not that righteous.

He was just a despicable person, a lecherous man who coveted the princess's body.

He hid his purpose in the purpose of Camelot, making everything seem natural and reasonable.

But after saying these words, Ian also discovered the trace of knightly spirit remaining in his soul.

Was he starting to waver again?

Absolutely not.

In his heart, there could only be Morgan.

"Artoria, can you understand what I mean?" he said.

[Artoria, lying on Morgan's bed, looked at you with a slightly flushed face.]

[You didn't know what her silence meant—had she seen through you? Or was she refusing to acknowledge this kind of thing?]

[Fortunately, this kind of situation didn't last long.]

[She gave an answer.]

"I understand, Mr. Ian."

Artoria hugged Ian's neck.

Compared to Morgan's desire-filled appearance, she had more of the innocence unique to her age.

Because of her affection, she hugged his neck.

"I will definitely bring victory back to Camelot."

"But before that, you will always be with me, right?"

Ian didn't answer, just gave a smile.

He could never easily make a vow to anyone other than Morgan.

But this kind of smile was enough to create a misunderstanding for Artoria.

"Thank you, Mr. Ian."

"With this, I have much more courage."

"By the way, Mr. Ian."

Artoria, lying on the bed, looked at the wine glass on the side table—it still held more than half a glass of the mellow liquid.

"Let's finish it."

"I... it's the first time I've come into contact with that taste, and I can't seem to forget it."

"In that case—"

Ian reached out and picked up the wine glass, shaking it gently.

The wine swirled in his hand, forming a small vortex.

"Artoria, would you like to try another way of drinking it?"

"Another way of drinking it?"

"Hmm."

One of Ian's hands rested on the girl's leg, which was covered in white stockings.

"Wine doesn't necessarily only go in through the mouth."

"Since you like this taste so much, a more intimate contact would be a better choice, right?"

Artoria's face turned red, but then she turned her face away and nodded shyly.

"Mr. Ian, let's do as you say."

The white skirt was gently lifted by the girl like a flower.

The pure white garden fence touched the ethereal and spotless glass, making way for a small path.

The purple nectar swayed and finally poured out.

Artoria's garden was watered with the sweet wine.

Ian tasted her lower lips and remarked.

"Artoria you see wine taste much better like this".

He then continued licking on her lower lips and bit on her cherry.

Artoria moaned.

"Ahn~..Sir Ian taste me more ahnn~".

It was the first time she experienced such pleasure.

She felt something coming out.

She felt like she was about to do something very dishonourable.

"Sir..Iahn~ ah.. something is coming".

Ian smirked and replied while continuing to play with her lower lips.

"Artoria don't worry that's just your sweet wine wishing to be released... Let it out".

Ian also didn't slack off he sucked on her lips and completely wiped off any remains of wine left on her sacred garden.

Artoria huffed.

"Sir....Ian..now..let me .. taste it"..

She said and took the wine bottle.

Ian understanding the meaning took off his clothes and Let artoria witness the glory of Ian's dragon.

Artoria wasn't momentarily surprised. But quickly calmed herself.

"So.. this is Sir Ian's sword how magnificent"

She touched his entire length and remarked.

"Such a big sword..as expected of Sir Ian".

She then poured the wine on his cock. And smelled it.

"It smells sweet..I am sure it will taste good".

Artoria commented on the smell and had a dreamy expression.

"Then Sir Ian let me taste your wine".

And with a plop.

She took his whole cock inside her little mouth.

She gagged a little but endured.

It was unbelievable for a petite girl like artoria to take the huge monstrous thing inside completely.

She bobbed her head up and down.

While doing so strange sound came from her mouth.

It was the sound of his cock hitting her throat.

"Gargh..gargh.."

She was soon getting accustomed to his size.

Ian was close.

He didn't expect an inexperienced girl artoria to do such a bold action.

It was the first time he met someone other than morgan so active in this area.

...not like he ever had the opportunity.

He felt his release nearing.

"Ah.. Artoria i am close"

He muttered while rubbing her head which was continuously bobbing on his sword.

"Shirh..Ihahn..phleade..cumhh.ihnsidge"..

Ian understood her meaning and soon released his essence inside mouth.

They flowed towards the depths of her tunnel, like a stream, as if to keep all the mellowness here.

Ian took out his dick from her mouth.

Artoria licked on the remains of cum from his cock and with dreamy expression..

She said.

"Sir Ian then how about you keep your wine with me"

And she continued. "I will store it for you".

Her words had Deeper meaning.

Ian understood that.

Before long, there would be a completely drunk girl on Morgan's bed.

This was the best container for fine wine.