「 Alistair's Pov. 」
"You seem to be in a rather good mood," Amelia commented, causing me to look up from the letter I was writing to look at her.
Raising a brow, I gave her an amused look. "What, was it the smile that gave it away?" I retorted sarcastically.
Shrugging, she placed another small stack of paper on my desk. "More the low humming," she said casually, before tilting her head slightly to get a look at what I was writing. "But the smile did cement my opinion."
"Though I'm not quite sure whether your trip to Germany, or the letter you're writing, has something to do with it," she mused interestedly.
Smiling more broadly, I stopped writing to point the pen's tip at her. "Can it not be both?"
Reaching out, Amelia extended a finger and pushed down on the pen. "Oh, how so?" She asked with a shrug. "I get the first one, but the second one eludes me," she questioned.
Lowering the pen, and placing it on my desk, I tapped the parchment I had been writing on. "Well," I started in a chipper tone of voice. "I had a sudden brainwave on the flight from Germany regarding how to spin things."
"How does this change the original plan?" She asked, causing me to wobble my hand from side to side in a 'so-and-so' gesture. "In practice, not much, as we won't be disclosing the Grail War ritual documents, but rather than saying that they were destroyed, we'll be saying that Jubstachite ran off with them."
Raising her brows in surprise, she gave a hum of approval. "That's… really clever, actually," she said with a hint of surprise. "That even solves the issue of how you'd get a Lesser Grail for the next Grail War, as you could just blame the old coot for creating it."
Clapping my hands together, I shot her a grin. "Precisely," I said smugly, before gesturing at the letter I was writing. "But that's not the only good thing," I said before sliding the parchment over to her.
"I'll get to rain all over Meluastea's parade, and pin the 'disappearance' of Jubstachite on him, as I only added the three days of warning due to his insistence, which has now led to the loss of valuable information," I said gleefully.
The slimy shit had been quick to argue against me the two times I had given suggestions during the Gathering, even wanting to stand in the way of my well-deserved revenge.
Admittedly, he had given me the perfect excuse to delay the attack by a couple of days to give the Emiyas the chance to grab their kid, and now had given me plausible deniability for having anything to do with starting the next Grail War, but I still didn't like the bastard.
Plus, he was getting a bit big for his britches, as he was positioning himself to swallow up the Department of Mineralogy.
Honestly, it wasn't much of a loss or anything, especially since it was the El-Mellois that would be losing their department, but I knew for damn sure that this would somehow be blamed on the little girl in charge.
After the stunt I pulled with the soap, I was more than willing to be a bit more lenient with her, especially since I wasn't planning on giving that stuff to her, as I thought that my teleporting behind her would have been enough to scare her out of her seat.
The girl had grit, that was for sure, but I wouldn't be surprised if I had accidentally traumatized her.
"And what exactly sparked this brainwave?" Amelia questioned, causing me to give a nervous chuckle.
"Well…" I trailed off, while giving an impish grin. "Morgan may or may not have complimented me on 'my plan' regarding creating a scapegoat for the next Grail War on the way back home."
Blinking slowly, any impressed look vanished from her face. "Your 'plan'," she said while placing extra emphasis on the last word.
"Precisely," I returned with a nod.
"You had no idea, did you?" she said dryly, and I shook my head.
"According to Morgan, it was all a part of my plan, so I'm fairly sure that it was my idea," I retorted, causing her to roll her eyes.
"You mean you finally connected the dots when Morgan all but spelled it out for you."
"Hey!" I spat indignantly. "Are you doubting my genius?"
"Yes I am."
Fair…
But I'm not taking this lying down.
"Let me phrase it like this, when it comes to the matters of schemes and strategy, who would you choose to put your faith in, me or Morgan?" I questioned, causing Amelia to slightly furrow her brow. "Morgan, I suppose," she answered skeptically.
Nodding, I shot her a thumbs up. "Me too, and since Morgan said that it was my plan, and you trust her more than me, logically you have to agree with her, so the plan was mine," I masterfully argued.
"Uh-huh," Amelia scoffed in an unimpressed tone. "Whatever makes you sleep at night."
Clicking my tongue, I gave her an annoyed look. "At least my genius will allow Morgan to act with a bit less impunity in regards to starting the next Grail War," I huffed indignantly.
"On that topic," Amelia said, causing me to drop the annoyed act. "How goes the plan for fueling the Grail System to start another Grail War?" She pointedly asked, to which I shrugged.
"You're asking the wrong guy for the particulars," I automatically responded, but upon seeing the annoyed twitch of her lip, I quickly continued.
"Morgan has been thinking up solutions for shortening the sixty year recharge time, and seems to have come up with creating, then charging multiple Lesser Grails, to use them like batteries, and then bringing them to Fuyuki to give enough energy to start the ritual."
"She can do that?" Amelia questioned, and I shrugged. "I don't know," I said, earning a slight glare from the older woman.
"Alistair, can't you be a bit more serious? Heaven's Feel is the best way for you to not end up as a Counter Guardian, so can't you take this a bit more seriously?" She bit out, and I sighed.
Ugh…
I know Morgan needed to spill some of the beans to Amelia, but I was still a bit miffed at the fact that she couldn't come up with a lie instead of telling her about the Counter Guardian stuff, even if slightly doctored.
I mean, Amelia wasn't wrong, getting Heaven's Feel was at the tippity top of my list of goals, but I had left most of the preparations in Morgan's far more capable hands, as I wouldn't be of much help when it came to setting up the next Grail War.
"I am," I said with a sigh, while trying to convey my seriousness in my gaze. "But as things stand, I am not knowledgeable enough in rituals to be of any help to Morgan, and my knowledge in Mystic Code creation and the like is in the same boat. The best I can do is learn and grow stronger."
Sighing loudly, I leaned backwards into my chair. "And there goes my good mood," I huffed, causing Amelia to roll her eyes.
"Don't be so dramatic," she chided gently. "For all we kn—" Amelia cut herself mid-sentence, as the office door creaked open.
Stepping into the room was Morgan, who raised her brow in interest while entering. "Am I interrupting something?" She questioned, and I jumped on the opportunity to end the conversation, and nodded my head.
"Yes, but it's nothing Amelia and I haven't discussed a dozen or so times," I quickly explained, earning a not-so-subtle side-eye from the aforementioned woman.
"And for good reason," Amelia said, before exhaling a slight sigh, and giving a smile to Morgan. "How was Sakura?"
Moving into the room, she gave a nod to Amelia. "She's asleep, though she needed some coaxing before I got her to sleep."
Hearing that reply, I felt a bit relieved, as as smart as Morgan is, she is incredibly pragmatic, and kept on using sleeping spells in the past to 'get the job done'. Luckily, I have Amelia, and seeing that she helped raise me, Morgan is more than willing to take advice here and there in regards to how to handle children.
After all, it doesn't feel good knowing that Morgan practically roofies difficult children, as that is the simplest and easiest option.
"Good on you," Amelia said, before picking up a small stack of papers. "Well, I do believe that that signifies the end of my work day," she said pleasantly, causing me to nod before glancing at the clock.
"Looks about right," I agreed, before turning to watch her leave. "Well then, I'll see you in the morning," I returned with a smile.
Turning her head slightly to look back at us, she flashed a smile of her own. "Sounds good, but if you need me, I'll likely be in the spa room for the next hour or so to decompress."
Giving an amused huff, I waved her away. "Go and enjoy yourself, I'm sure Morgan and I will be able to hold the fort," I remarked happily.
Humming to herself, she opened the door and stepped out. "Now, try not to stay up too late, you two," she remarked before closing the door behind her.
The second the door shut, Morgan put her full attention on me. "Amelia looked rather put off when I entered, may I know what the two of you were talking about?"
"Uuugh," I groaned while leaning further back into my chair. "Amelia brought up the Counter Guardian stuff, along with our Grail War preparations."
Nodding pensively, she lightly pursed her lips at my seeming annoyance with the subject.
"Soo…" she trailed off lightly. "Was talking about your… 'excursion' a part of that conversation?" She questioned calmly.
Oh for fuck's sake…
Groaning even louder, I roughly palmed my face with some annoyance. "Morgan…" I ground out with annoyance. "Can we please not right now?"
Not receiving any response from her, I slowly dragged my hand down my face, while giving her an exasperated look. "I'm fairly sure I've made my opinion and stance on this rather clear."
"Do you really have to leave me?" She asked quietly, causing whatever good mood I had salvaged from Amelia's mood killer to evaporate.
Closing my eyes, I inhaled a deep breath before counting to three.
Why couldn't she be more like Altrouge… even though it was odd how quickly she had accepted it, it was still markedly better than how Morgan was still fighting tooth and nail to persuade me to stay.
"Please don't phrase nor frame your arguments like that; it isn't fair to me," I sighed out, while not bothering to open my eyes.
After all, if I was about to be guilt-tripped to hell and back, then looking at her would only make it out to be more effective.
"I'm not leaving out of malice, or something similar, it's just that I believe that I can learn the most, and grow the fastest under Scáthach," I explained for what felt like the tenth time.
"I know…but…" she remarked with resignation. "It'll be lonely without you around."
Yeah, nope, not gonna open my eyes. This has 'trap' written all over it.
Thankfully, I already had an answer which should somewhat mollify her.
"We should be able to, at the very least, hold a correspondence while I am there, as the transportation method I asked for will need to double as a food courier service. After all, I highly doubt that a land labeled as a 'land of the dead' has much in terms of food, meaning that we should be able to send letters to one another when transporting goods," I explained easily.
Shrugging lightly, I continued. "Who knows," I mused. "If Scáthach is reasonable, I might be able to leave on occasion to recover, meaning I could be spending some time here."
I could hear her clothes rustling, probably her fidgeting or something. "Is there really nothing I can say to persuade you from leaving?"
"Morgan," I said her name calmly. "I don't really get the fuss. From what I know, Scáthach is a biological immortal witch, that happens to be suicidal and wishes to die in mortal combat, so objectively speaking, when our mentorship ends, so will she. Which makes this the perfect, no-strings-attached apprenticeship."
"NO!" She half-yelled, half-shrieked, causing me to nearly jump in my seat, and go ramrod straight while snapping open my eyes out of pure surprise.
Seeing what she had done, a hand went to cover her mouth at light speeds, as well as some color to drain from her face.
Looking at her carefully, I gave her a once over.
She looked shaken, surprisingly so.
I wasn't quite sure of just what part of what I had said that had triggered that reaction from her, but it was very worrying.
"You seem to feel… strongly about this," I more stated than asked, causing Morgan to slowly lower her hand.
"I do," she said firmly, before slightly pursing her lips. "Are you sure that you have to go through this?"
Sighing once more, I felt a wave of fatigue overwhelm me.
Here we go again…
Pushing myself up from my seat, I moved around the desk, leaned on its edge to look at her, while crossing my arms and giving her a tired look. "If you have any actual ideas, other than the ones we have already shot down, I'm more than open to hearing them."
Biting her bottom lip, she glanced at my ring before looking back up at me. "I could summon a Servant, maybe even Solomon, to teach you here instead," she blurted out, and I frowned.
Tilting my head to the side, I gave her a sceptical look. "And how would you go about doing that?" I asked genuinely. "After all, if you used the Greater Grail, odds are that it wouldn't have enough energy to support the summoning, and even if it did, doing such a thing would start the Fifth Holy Grail War early."
Firming her posture, she inclined her chin slightly. "I'd make my own ritual," she stated matter-of-factly.
"Not that I doubt your skill, Morgan, but no one has been able to copy the Grail System's Servant Summoning Mechanism in over two hundred years, and that hasn't been due to a lack of trying," I said with a shake of my head. "Even with all the knowledge you have pilfered from the Einzbern estate, none of it will allow you to replicate the traces of Heaven's Feel needed to connect to the Throne of Heroes."
Meeting my gaze steadily, she inhaled a deep breath. "True, but do you actually believe that if the lot of them were to be combined, that they'd even amount to a tenth of the magical skill or aptitude that I possess?" She questioned firmly, and I felt it difficult to deny her claim.
Saying that Morgan was a once-in-a-lifetime genius would be selling her surprisingly short, given that she was Merlin's equal, or at the very least his rival, during her time. And that's not even bothering to factor in the fact that Morgan was far younger than Merlin himself.
So if someone could actually pull something like this off, Morgan was certainly among the few who could possibly do it.
Grunting in slight acknowledgement, I gave her a tired look. "You have a point, but the feasibility of this is still up in the air," I asserted, before fixing her with a firm stare.
"Tell me, are you, in no uncertain terms, one hundred percent sure that you can pull such a thing off within a year?" I questioned, and she stiffened.
I could see the answer in her eyes before she said it, but at the same time, I could see her fighting against herself from lying to me.
"Under two years?" I continued, only to be met with the same look.
"How about five years?" I suggested, and I could see her open her mouth to answer, which obviously was going to be an affirmative.
So I cut in before she could reply. "And is that when you are taking into account the fact that you'll need to spend time helping me raise Sakura, while working on government matters and the odd task to do with the Clock Tower?" I questioned, causing her mouth to snap shut and lower her head.
This was… concerning. Morgan tended to be, for lack of a better word, better than this. For me to be anything resembling the voice of reason on topics that leaned heavily on logic was not the norm, and seeing her arguments being so easily rebutted by me was disconcerting.
It was clear that this whole situation was not to Morgan's liking, but for her to fall to this level… to the point of almost panicking… it didn't make me feel any good.
Glancing back up at me, she tried for something else. "I could… help train you myself while I research," she said with far too little confidence. "I trained Gawain, Agravain and Mordred, I'm sure I can do the same for you."
…
Her arguments were getting worse.
"Morgan," I sighed out. "I know for a fact that your 'training' of them consisted of you throwing them into danger, having them fight Phantasmal Beasts," I explained calmly, and I could see her slightly wilt under my dismissal. "And I am willing to bet a pretty penny that most of their martial prowess came from tutoring by one or two of your most talented knights," I added gently, causing her to lower her head.
This was quickly becoming a more and more uncomfortable conversation.
"I– I could teach you how to wield daggers, and other small weap—" "Morgan," I cut in gently, not wanting to see her spiral. "That's enough."
"I could… I could…." She continued while clenching her fists, to the point her arms started to tremble.
Seeing her reaction, along with how unstable she looked, I quickly uncrossed my arms, and pushed off from the desk to get closer to her.
"Alistair…" She said my name with some uncertainty, while her hands were opening and closing in apprehension. "I– I…" she cut herself off, while nervously wetting her lips.
Straightening herself up a bit, she met my eyes firmly. "I don't want to lose you."
Widening my eyes slightly, I felt a terrible mix of guilt and surprise at her declaration.
To make such a confident woman look and sound so unconfident must have been some sort of sin, as it just felt so wrong.
Even still, given her reaction, I don't know if she was thick-headed, or just a worrywart.
We eat, sleep and work together.
If I wasn't interested in her, then I was going an odd way about showing it.
The only thing that has stopped me from taking the next step, has been my upcoming departure, as it wouldn't be fair to her if I just left right after establishing a relationship.
But, from how nervous, and outright apprehensive Morgan was about my travels, it was clear that she actually believed that I'd somehow possibly lose interest in her down the line.
That fact alone made me feel a bit scummy, as if she thought that that alone would make me cast her aside, then I had clearly not been communicating things well enough on my end.
So I'd need to remedy that.
"God, you worry too much, you idiot," I said with exasperation, causing her to lightly recoil at my words.
Looking at her, I felt some nervousness grow in my chest, causing me to viciously crush it.
Before she could interject, or get upset, I softened my expression. "Morgan, I love you."
The confession made me feel lighter, a lot lighter, but now was not the time to slow down.
Leaning forwards, I captured her lips, causing her eyes to widen.
Her lips were soft, really soft.
Almost instantly, she reciprocated, throwing her arms around my neck, while pressing herself into me.
The contact made my heart hammer in my chest, to the point I could physically hear it, causing whatever traces of nervousness I had to vanish.
Wrapping my arms around her waist, I felt Morgan try to deepen the kiss, causing me to do the very same.
Snaking a hand up her back, I slid it under her silky-smooth hair, quickly reaching the nape of her neck, and gently cupping the back of her head.
The increased contact made my body heat up excruciatingly, causing me to have issues with focusing.
Feeling the need for air, I reluctantly tried to pull back, only for Morgan to lean forwards, clearly unwilling to end this.
Her action however, caused me to topple backwards.
Before I could even panic, I felt the entire room twist around me, and my back suddenly felt like it landed on something soft.
Slowly, Morgan broke the kiss, while placing a hand on my chest to push herself up from me.
When our lips finally parted, I felt breathless, causing me to lightly pant to fill my lungs with oxygen.
Looking up, I could see Morgan's face sporting a slight flush, as she inhaled deep breaths while staring directly into my eyes.
"Prove it."
Huh?
The damn oxygen deprivation was messing with my head. If I knew she was going to escalate the kiss to that extent, I'd have taken a deeper breath to enjoy it more.
Blinking in mild confusion, I furrowed my brows before connecting the dots.
Proving it, huh. If that wasn't a giant ass neon green light for me to go ahead, I don't know what fucking was.
Saying no would be like spitting in her face, and practically shooting myself in the foot.
Looking her in the eyes, I could see how much my next move meant for her.
And here I was, trying to avoid just this very situation, so as to not be the deadbeat boyfriend, who was leaving our dimension to 'hang out' with some busty redhead knockout…
God that makes me sound like scum.
Looking in her eyes once more, I felt any hint of hesitation ebb away at the almost vulnerable look in them.
Fuck it.
"Gladly."
Morgan's eyes never left mine as she raised a hand over her chest.
A shimmer of light danced across her dress before it dissolved into motes of golden mana that scattered like fireflies.
The black lace of Morgan's bra contrasted sharply against her pale skin, the curve of her breasts rising and falling with each quickened breath.
Lowering her hand, she lightly pressed it to my shirt, and suddenly I felt the cool air of the room against my bare chest, as my shirt vanished in a similar display.
Seeing where this was going, I rolled to the side and used my momentum to throw her off me and onto the bed, causing our positions to switch.
Looking down at her, I felt my pulse quicken, as I was transfixed by the sight beneath me.
Perfect was a strong word, but it described her to a T.
I couldn't help myself.
I captured her lips again, more urgently this time, drinking in her soft gasp of surprise.
Her hands roamed my back, fingers tracing the lines of my shoulders, each touch sending goosebumps skittering across my skin.
I leaned into her, my lips grazing the corner of her mouth, then trailing down to the sensitive spot just below her jaw.
She shivered, a quiet hum escaping her throat, and I couldn't help but grin against her skin.
God, that sound—it was doing things to me.
My hands found her waist, thumbs brushing the soft curve above her hips, and I felt her arch slightly under my touch.
I kissed my way back to her lips, slower this time, savoring the way she melted into me, her fingers digging into my back like she was trying to ensure I'd never leave.
"Morgan," I murmured against her mouth, my voice rougher than I expected. She didn't answer, just tilted her head to deepen the kiss, her tongue brushing mine in a way that made my head spin.
My hand slid up her side, fingertips grazing the edge of her bra, and I felt her breath hitch.
I moved my hand lower, tracing the line of her thigh. She shifted, one leg hooking loosely around mine, pulling me closer until there was no space left between us.
Her hands were everywhere—in my hair, on my chest, at my sides—as if she was trying to map my body.
Her fingers found my waistband, trembling slightly as she hooked her thumb beneath the fabric, tugging downward with impatience that made my breath catch.
Feeling her hand slowly tugging at my pants, I quickly moved to grab her wrist, causing her to break the kiss and fix me with a confused look due to my abrupt action.
Smiling, I calmly lowered my head and angled it to the point where my mouth was mere inches from her ear. "Why are you rushing things?" I whispered breathlessly into her ear, causing slight goosebumps to appear along her neck.
"I thought that you wanted me to prove my love for you?"
At that, she turned her head to meet my eyes, and I could see some mild irritation at my apparent de-escalation of the situation.
After a beat, she let out a shallow sigh, followed by an indulgent smile. "Fine, I'll let you take charge for a while," she remarked saucily.
Smiling, I let go of her wrist, allowing me to place my hand on her lower abdomen.
There was a subtle shift in Morgan's expression, a flicker of anticipation shading her eyes as I let my hand hover at the waistband of her panties.
For a moment, I just traced the delicate black lace with my thumb, slowly sliding it up and down her crotch, allowing me to feel her dampening slit through the fabric.
Morgan's breath hitched, her chest rising fast under my gaze.
My thumb traced the lace of her panties, feeling the heat beneath, the damp fabric clinging to her.
As her eyes locked onto mine, I slipped one finger under the lace, brushing her slick warmth.
Trailing my middle finger down her slit, I gently pressed it into her before being met with some slight resistance as I tried to go deeper.
Exerting some force, Morgan let out a moan as I felt my finger enter her.
Fuck, she was tight, almost too tight, as if her body was gripping me like a vice.
She bit her lip, cheeks flushing at the slip, only for a soft whimper to escape her as I moved my finger.
Slow movements.
In, and out.
Her thighs trembled, hips twitching, chasing my touch.
I felt her hand on my back start to dig into my skin as she tightened her grip on me.
Each thrust drew a gasp, her body squirming under me, legs parting wider.
I watched her face, her brows knit, lips parted, eyes half-lidded. God, she looked beautiful.
I kept it steady, letting her adjust, my finger sliding deeper, curling slightly. Her breath caught, a sharp little sound that sent a jolt through me.
Her scent filled my lungs as I leaned closer, lips grazing her temple.
"Easy," I murmured, though my own pulse pounded in my ears. Her hips rocked, impatient, and I couldn't help but smirk.
Feeling that she could take it, I slowly slid my index finger into her as well. She tensed, a quick gasp, then melted, her body opening itself to me.
I pistoned gently, searching, feeling for that spot inside her.
My fingers curled upward, brushing a rougher patch a knuckle in, on the ceiling inside her. When I pressed, her reaction hit like lightning—a loud, broken moan, her back arching off the bed.
"Alistair!" she gasped, voice cracking as her hips bucked up hard against my hand.
Her thighs clamped my wrist, shaking, but I didn't stop.
My thumb found her clit, swollen and slick, and I circled it, slow at first, then faster.
Her body jerked, and a string of whimpers spilled out of her mouth, each one growing in volume.
"Oh, God," she panted, nails raking my shoulders, leaving stinging trails. I grinned against her skin, loving how she fell apart, how her body begged for more.
I pressed harder on that spot inside, stroking it, my thumb relentless on her clit.
Her movements turned frantic, hips grinding, thighs trembling.
Her hands were everywhere—in my hair, on my back—clawing me as if she was clinging on for dear life.
"Alistair," she moaned, voice breaking, and fuck, that sound was everything.
My fingers worked faster, matching her rhythm, feeling her tighten around me, her walls pulsing.
She was close—I could feel it, see it in the way her body coiled, with her every muscle going taut.
Her breath came in short, desperate bursts, her eyes squeezing shut.
"I—I can't—" she started, but the words drowned in a cry as she came.
Her body clenched hard around my fingers, spasming, waves of pleasure rolling through her.
Her thighs shook, hands gripping my shoulders, nails biting deep.
Her head tipped back, throat bared, a soft, keening moan escaping as she rode it out.
I kept my rhythm steady, drawing out every shudder and gasp, until her body went limp, her chest heaving with exertion.
Watching her hazy eyes flutter open, I slowly eased my fingers out, watching her shiver at the loss.
Leaning down, I kissed her, soft, tasting the salt on her lips. "You good?"
"Better than good," she whispered in a slightly hoarse voice, as her hand slid to my cheek.
Leaning into her touch, I smirked.
"Great, but the warm-up isn't over quite yet," I said with a hint of eagerness, causing her brows to rise.
Seeing her reaction, I smirked.
Now that she was still riding that small high, I proceeded to the next part.
Using my head to brush her hand off, I leaned down and pressed my lips to the crook of her neck, taking in the scent and taste of her skin as I trailed a series of languid kisses downward.
With each gentle touch, she arched her back, offering herself up, and I took my time.
First the subtle dip above her collarbone, then down the line of her sternum, lingering at the edge of her bra with a teasing, barely-there pressure.
The contrast between the lace and her skin was stark, almost hypnotic, and I paused just long enough to let the tips of my fingers skim the curve underneath, drawing a shiver out of her before moving on.
I kept kissing down on a slow, meandering journey, over the delicate swells of her chest, along the soft curve of her abdomen.
As I made my way down, I made it a point to kiss the red Fae marks on her midriff, earning a slight shudder for each one I touched.
I'd need to experiment more with them later, as touching them seemed to give some extra stimulus.
Nearing my goal, I slowly pulled her underwear down her legs, peeling the last barrier away with excruciating patience, leaving her lower half completely bare.
When I finally reached her hips, I paused, curling my fingers around her thighs and just holding her, allowing me to anchor myself for the main course.
Then, careful and unhurried, I nudged her knees apart, settling between them, feeling her tremble as she watched me with confusion.
Lowering my face to her wet sex, I made sure to keep eye contact with her before gently kissing her womanhood.
Just as I made contact, Morgan used a hand and forcefully shoved my head away from her.
"What are you doing?!" she yelped in confusion, causing me to pause at her sudden aversion.
"Uhhh, I was planning on hopefully giving you the best oral sex of your life?" I replied, almost questioningly.
"Isn't that something only women do for men?" she questioned with clear confusion.
…
The fuck?
Blinking in surprise, I mirrored her slightly confused look. "Um, no?"
Wait… does she really not know shit about oral sex?
Maybe it wasn't a thing back in the day, or at the very least not all that widespread. She is from the fifth or sixth century, after all, so chances are that she might just not know.
Yeah… sounds about right.
"Umm, Morgan?" I said her name rather dubiously. "Would you be open to me giving you a practical demonstration of what oral sex entails for a woman?" I asked with a smirk, only for the blush on her face to grow.
"No!" she protested vehemently, while further shoving my head backward. "You can't, I'm dirty down there!"
…
Really?
Squinting my eyes at her, I gave her a dubious look. "Morgan, if the situation was reversed, would you be against giving me oral?"
At my question, she slightly averted her gaze. "No, I wouldn't," she mumbled.
Smiling kindly at her answer, I soothingly rubbed her thigh with my hand, causing her to look back down at me.
"I know this might be new to you," I said soothingly while drawing circles on her thigh. "But this is considered very normal nowadays."
Softening my gaze, I leaned a bit into her touch. "And Morgan, you're not dirty, not to me."
And like that, Morgan gained a bashful look, and she slowly retracted her hand.
Ahh, it looks like sweet-talking does work on Morgan, though I assume it only works when it is genuine.
"F–Fine," she stammered. "I did say you could take charge for a while, so it would be in poor taste for me to go back on my word," she rationalized.
Smirking, I gave her an amused look. "Is that a 'Yes'?"
Huffing lightly, she pinched my arm, causing me to chuckle.
I suppose that would have to do.
Repeating my actions, I lowered my face to her wet sex while making sure to keep eye contact with her, before gently kissing her womanhood.
Morgan's breath hitched at the action, and I felt her squirm slightly at the contact.
Seeing as she had never experienced this before, it was up to me to find out what worked, and what didn't work for her.
Smirking slightly, I hooked my right arm under her thigh to anchor me before taking the plunge and sticking my mouth directly into her wet, needy folds.
The second I made contact, Morgan let out a surprised yelp that quickly morphed into a moan as my tongue teased her entrance. Her hips jerked upward, a soft whimper escaping her lips as she gripped the sheets.
She felt warm, and surprisingly she tasted like… water… like fresh water, as in something you'd find in a stream…
How odd…
Well, drinking any water from here on out would be somewhat awkward.
A worthy sacrifice, I'm sure.
Now, I'd never considered myself an expert in the art of oral, but after being starved of any sort of intimacy for so many years, I was determined to make this one count.
So I started slowly, running my tongue lightly against her folds, just to gauge her sensitivity. The first pass earned me a shudder, a subtle clench of her thighs, but no sound. Her breaths came in shallow gasps, with her chest rising and falling as she fought to stay composed.
It was not good enough.
So I adjusted, flattened my tongue and drew it upward in a languid, deliberate stroke, ending with a flick against the delicate bundle at the top.
"Mmmfffp…" Morgan gently moaned out, her voice trembling with need, her hips twitching as if chasing the sensation.
Alright, that was slightly better, and now I knew where to focus.
Slowly, I traced deliberate patterns, first slow circles around her most sensitive spot, then quick figure-eights that made her hips rise slightly from the bed.
Morgan's breath caught, a soft "Oh…" slipping out as her fingers curled into the bedding, her body arching toward me instinctively.
I varied between gentle suction and rapid flutters of my tongue, cataloging each gasp and twitch. Morgan's moans grew louder, a needy edge to them, her thighs quivering as she whispered, "Alistair… please…"
When I dipped lower and thrust my tongue inside her, she arched her back, a strangled cry escaping her throat.
"Ahhhh!" Morgan suddenly shouted, her hand flying to the back of my head. Her fingers tangled in my hair, pressing me harder against her center, while clamping her thighs around my head. Her hips bucked wildly, a low, throaty moan spilling from her lips as she surrendered to the sensation.
The pressure made me give a muffled wince.
Fucking 'B'-ranked strength. I swear to God, if I'm not careful, she'll accidentally snap my neck.
Applying some light reinforcement to my neck and spine, I quickly did the same to my tongue as well.
I had clearly found what made her tick, so I needed to continue this… and what better way to enhance the experience than by applying a vibration spell to my tongue…
Channeling a bit of Od, I felt my tongue start to vibrate against her inner walls.
"Nghhh…" Morgan's entire body trembled, a sharp cry of "Alistair!" tearing from her throat as her hips rolled against me, her movements frantic and unrestrained.
Ah... it seems my horny teenage years have borne fruit. Though I thought I'd be holding this in the back pocket for a bit longer, not that I am unhappy with the change.
Still, I'll have to give my past self a pat on the back, as I seem to have been onto something.
Her thighs suddenly trembled against my head as I continued, causing her wetness to coat my lower chin as I worked deeper. Morgan's moans grew louder, a desperate chant of "Yes… Alistair… oh, God…" as her fingers tightened in my hair, urging me closer.
Feeling her insides start to quiver, I felt Morgan's hand on the back of my head start to press my head more aggressively into her sex, while her thighs were doing an amazing job at muffling the moans I could hear increasing in volume.
Her hips bucked again, a shudder running through her as she gasped, "Alistair, don't stop…"
Knowing that I was close to the goalposts, I increased my tongue's vibration speed while trying my best to stimulate her insides.
Wrapping my left arm around her thigh, I positioned my hand right below her abdomen, allowing me to snake it down her smooth skin to reach the small tuft of hair right above her womanhood.
Moving my thumb, I started massaging the area surrounding her clit. Morgan's reaction was immediate, a sharp, keening moan as her legs spasmed, her hips lifting off the bed.
"Alistair!" she cried, her voice breaking as her entire body tensed, trembling on the edge of release.
"Haah… Mmnh…" Morgan moaned out, followed by her legs trembling, causing the vice-like grip they had on my head to loosen.
Feeling that her grip had loosened, I used the opportunity to slowly push myself up from her lower half, allowing me to see Morgan sprawled on our bed in all her glory.
Releasing my own grip on her thighs, I used the back of my hand to wipe my mouth. With my other hand, I rubbed at the side of my neck to knead out some of the discomfort I felt after having been put into a human vice.
Seeing her still looking a little dazed, I untangled myself from her and crawled up next to her, lying on my side while brushing some of her hair away from her face.
"Are you doing all right, Morgan? Do you need a break?" I asked while gently moving a few stray strands away from her flushed face.
The question seemed to knock her out of her daze, as she turned onto her side to look me dead in the eyes. "Oh no, this is far from over, Mister," she said authoritatively, before placing a hand on my chest and shoving me onto my back.
In an instant, she threw a leg over my torso and slung herself onto me, before straddling my thighs.
Her action caused an involuntary groan to escape my lips, before it got caught in my throat at the sight on top of me.
Sitting on top of me, Morgan looked like perfection. Her hair, no longer tied up, was allowed to freely cascade down her body, with parts of it sticking to her slightly sweaty skin. She was still breathing rather heavily, causing her chest to heave up and down, causing me to inadvertently focus on her last piece of clothing, that being her bra.
Placing a hand on my stomach, she trailed her nails down my abs, causing me to give an involuntary shudder.
"Well then," she mused, while smirking down at me. "I do believe it's my turn to take charge," she said breathily, before trailing her hand down toward my groin and stopping when she reached the waistband of my pants.
With a simple touch, it vanished, causing my erection to spring up thanks to being freed from its confines.
Before Morgan could go any further, I raised a hand. "Wait!" I said quickly, causing her to almost pout at my interruption. "What is it?" she asked impatiently.
"We need condoms," I hurriedly explained. "Or some other form of contraceptives," I quickly added.
Hearing my worries, Morgan couldn't help but snort, before giving me an eager look. "Alistair," she said amusedly. "I have been hoping for this very situation for weeks now," she remarked with anticipation, before slowly moving a hand to push my own hand away from her. "It should be obvious to you that I have already taken the appropriate measures to mitigate the risks of a… happy accident, to the best of my abilities with my Magecraft."
Now having pushed my hand away, she leaned slightly forward, and in an instant, her last piece of clothing, her bra, disappeared in motes of light, leaving her breasts bare to me.
Using an arm, she lowered herself even further, making her slowly press her naked body onto my own, causing her to eventually fully lie down on top of me.
Sliding her body a bit further up my own, I felt it increasingly difficult to not pounce on her, as her chest pressed against my own and her lower half ground against my erection.
Moving further up my body, she placed a hand on the right side of my head, while moving her head next to my left ear, allowing me to hear her heated breaths.
"Now," she whispered seductively into my ear, causing a shiver to run down my spine, as I felt her left hand slide down my stomach. "Be a good boy," she said, and I felt her hand wrap itself around my cock, slowly pulling it from under her and angling it so that I felt its tip touch something warm and wet. "And fuck me."
I couldn't hold back any longer.
Her words, that damn whisper, shattered whatever restraint I had left.
With a low groan, I shifted my hips, guiding myself into her slick warmth.
She was tight, so damn tight, her body yielding just enough as I pushed forward, inch by inch, until I was buried deep inside her.
Morgan's eyes fluttered shut, a sharp gasp escaping her lips as she adjusted to the fullness.
Her walls clenched around me, sending a jolt through my core, and I had to grit my teeth to keep from losing it right then.
Fuck, it had been too long since I had done anything like this, the foreplay hadn't really helped my case, but all that had put me on a hair trigger.
She stayed still for a moment, her breath coming in shallow bursts against my ear, her hand still wrapped around my base as if to steady us both.
Then, with a subtle rock of her hips, she took control, pressing down harder, drawing me even deeper.
I let out a ragged breath, my hands finding her waist, fingers digging into the soft flesh there.
But Morgan wasn't content to stay lying like that.
She pushed up almost immediately, her palms flat on my chest for leverage, rising until she was straddling me in a full-on cowgirl style.
The shift made me slide even deeper, and I groaned at the new angle, her weight settling perfectly on my hips.
From this view, she was breathtaking, her hair tumbling wildly over her shoulders, framing the flush on her cheeks, her breasts heaving with each breath.
Looking at her, I felt my urges grow, and let go of her hips and eagerly extended my hands.
Cupping her breasts, I felt their soft weight in my palms, thumbs brushing over her nipples, already pebbled and sensitive.
She arched into my touch, a soft moan slipping out as she started to move, slow at first, rolling her hips in a deliberate rhythm.
Up and down, grinding just enough to tease us both, her pace was unhurried, as if she wanted us to savor every second.
God, the way she felt, her inner muscles gripping me with each lift and drop.
I squeezed her breasts gently, kneading them, watching her face as her eyes met mine, half-lidded with desire.
She leaned forward slightly, her hands raking across my chest, as her nails lightly scraped my skin as she picked up a fraction of speed, while still keeping her rocking at a relatively slow speed.
My hands wandered lower, sliding down her sides to her hips, then around to grab her ass.
Her cheeks were firm and round; I gripped them, helping guide her movements without taking over.
She controlled it all, the depth, the tempo, and it was driving me insane in the best way.
Each time she sank down, taking me fully, a quiet groan rumbled from my chest, mirroring the soft whimpers she let out.
"Morgan," I murmured, my voice rough, as I squeezed her ass harder, pulling her down onto me.
She responded with a gasp, her rhythm faltering for a split second before she ground against me, circling her hips in a way that made stars burst behind my eyes.
She leaned back then, her hands bracing on my thighs behind her, arching her body and giving me an even better view.
I took advantage, one hand staying on her ass while the other roamed back up to her chest, pinching a nipple lightly between my fingers.
Her breath hitched, a low "Alistair…" escaping her as she rode me harder, but still slowly, each movement drawn out to build that aching tension.
I could feel the pressure building in me already, too fast, too soon, as years of pent-up frustration were catching up to me.
My hips bucked up to meet her, breaking up her pace and causing her to gasp.
I groped her more urgently, squeezing her breasts, while grabbing her ass to pull her down harder.
She moaned as her body shook with each thrust, forcing her to plant a hand on my stomach to steady herself.
It hit me like a wave, sudden and overwhelming. My muscles tensed, a deep groan tearing from my throat as I came, spilling inside her with a few sharp pulses. "Fuck, Morgan…" I gasped, my hands clamping down on her hips, holding her still as the release washed over me.
Morgan, however, was not done.
She hadn't peaked yet, and the way she clenched around me, still sensitive from before, told me she was close but not quite there.
With a determined look, she straightened up, her hands on my chest again, and ramped it up.
Her movements grew a touch faster, more insistent, hips rolling with purpose now as she chased her own release.
I was still catching my breath, but the sight of her riding me like that stirred me back to life almost immediately.
Groaning, I moved my hands, returning to her ass, squeezing and lifting her slightly to help, allowing me to meet her halfway with shallow thrusts.
She moaned louder this time, her pace building, the slap of our skin echoing softly in the room.
"Alistair," she breathed, her voice breaking as she ground down harder, her walls fluttering around me.
I could feel her tightening, and her body coiling like a spring.
"Haa…" Morgan moaned and arched forward, causing her breasts to almost be shoved into my face.
Seeing that, I couldn't help myself, and I captured one in my mouth, sucking gently on her nipple while my hands kneaded her ass.
The sudden extra stimulation earned a gasp from her, as her body reacted, causing her hip to jerk followed by a muffled moan.
That seemed to have done it, as I felt her body clamp in on me.
Her orgasm hit, her body clenching hard around me, waves pulsing through her as she rode it out, grinding deep and slow.
The sensation pulled me right along with her.
I groaned against her skin, thrusting up as my second release built fast, spilling over in a rush that left me shuddering. "Morgan…" I muttered, holding her tight as we both trembled, her moans mixing with my heavy breaths.
She collapsed onto me after, her body going limp, chest heaving against mine.
I wrapped my arms around her, one hand stroking her back in lazy circles, the other resting squarely on her rear.
We lay there like that, catching our breath, the room quiet except for our slowing pants.
Morgan nuzzled into my neck, and I pressed a soft kiss to her shoulder, content to just hold her for now.
After a few moments of quiet, with her body still draped over mine, Morgan lifted her head slightly, her eyes meeting mine in the dim light.
A content smile played on her lips, though it was written as clear as day on her face that she was far from satisfied.
"Well that was... refreshing," she murmured, while idly raising a hand and tracing some patterns on my chest.
Snorting at her tone, I slid my hand up from her butt to thread it through her hair. "Sounds like 'refreshing' wasn't quite enough, so I better fix that," I mused.
Pulling her closer, I captured her lips in a slow kiss that quickly turned heated.
With a surge of energy, I pushed myself up, my arms wrapping around her waist to keep her steady.
She adjusted instinctively, her legs wrapping around me as I sat upright on the bed, pulling her into my lap. Now face-to-face, her breasts pressed against my chest, our bodies still joined.
Morgan's eyes widened for a second at the shift.
She rocked her hips gently at first, testing the new angle, and I met her with a slow thrust upward, drawing a soft gasp from her, breaking the kiss.
Smirking, I placed my hands on her hips, guiding her movements as she ground down harder.
Her breaths came in hot puffs against my neck as her fingers dug into my back.
"Mngh," Morgan moaned, before leaning in and pulling me back for another kiss.
She was far more aggressive now, her tongue teasing mine while her fingers snaked up my back and threaded themselves through my hair.
We moved together like that for what felt like minutes, with her rising and falling in my lap, my hands squeezing her thighs.
But I knew that at this pace, and by staying in this position, I'd come sooner rather than later, so I needed to change things up.
Shifting my weight carefully, I scooted us toward the edge of the bed, my arms tightening around her to keep her secure.
She didn't break the kiss, just wrapped her arms around my neck, holding on as I maneuvered.
When my feet hit the floor, I stood slowly, lifting her with me, her legs almost instantly locked around my waist.
The sudden change made her gasp against my lips, her body clenching around me as gravity pulled her down deeper.
I supported her easily, with my hands cupping her ass to hold her steady while I thrust up into her.
"Ah—Aaah," she breathed, breaking the kiss to bury her face in my neck, her teeth grazing my skin.
She tightened her legs around me, using them to pull herself closer, riding me in mid-air as I stood there.
Our bodies moved in sync, with my hips snapping up to meet her downward pushes, increasing the pace, causing Morgan to adjust her grip on me, making her latch on like a koala.
Placing my lips on her upper traps, I kissed her before sucking lightly on it. "Nnnf," she whimpered into my shoulder, before giving a light bite of her own.
Her legs squeezed tighter around my waist, locking me in place, and I could feel her trembling, the build-up starting again.
But I didn't want to finish here.
With a grunt, I turned us back toward the bed, taking a few steps before lowering her, but instead of setting her down gently, I let my hands slip from her ass just enough to drop her onto the mattress.
She fell back with a surprised yelp, her eyes wide in shock as she bounced slightly, our connection breaking for a split second.
"Alistair!" she exclaimed, half-laughing, half-indignant, propping herself up on her elbows.
I didn't give her time to recover.
Grinning, I grabbed her thighs, pulling her to the edge of the bed so her hips hung just off it.
Standing between her legs, I thrust back into her in one smooth motion, deep and hard, making her arch off the bed with a sharp moan.
The new position let me control the pace fully, and I leaned over her slightly, one hand on the bed for support, the other gripping her thigh as I drove into her faster now, the angle hitting deeper.
Morgan's hands fisted the sheets, her head tipping back as she gasped with each thrust. "Yes... like that," she panted, her eyes locking onto mine.
I ramped it up, my hips slamming against hers, the sound of skin meeting skin filling the room.
She reached up, her fingers digging into my arms, pulling me down closer so our chests brushed with every movement.
I kissed her roughly, swallowing her moans, letting go of her thighs. I used a hand to roam over her breast, pinching her nipple until she whimpered into my mouth.
We kept going, the bed creaking under the force, her legs wrapping around me again to pull me in tighter.
Sweat dripped down my back, and I could feel her body responding, clenching around me in rhythm with my thrusts.
But I wasn't ready to end it yet.
Slowing just enough, I hooked my arms under her knees, pulling her fully onto the bed with me.
She scooted back willingly, and I followed, flipping her gently onto her side as I settled in behind her. Spooning close, my chest to her back, I lifted her top leg slightly, sliding back into her from behind with a low groan.
She twisted her head to kiss me over her shoulder, our lips meeting sloppily as I started thrusting again.
Morgan pushed back against me, breaking the kiss and giving me a hazy look.
"Harder," she ordered with a husky voice, and I obliged, picking up speed.
My hand slid up her body, cupping her breast from behind, kneading it firmly as I thrust deeper.
She moaned louder, arching into my touch, and I pinched her nipple, rolling it between my fingers until she shuddered.
My other hand dipped lower, fingers finding her clit, circling it in time with my hips.
"Mmm... ahh," she moaned loudly at the sudden extra stimulation, causing her to grab at the sheets.
"Nnnf," she continued, and I could feel her body get progressively closer and closer to her release.
I buried my face in her neck, biting lightly as I thrust faster, my fingers working her clit relentlessly.
Her body tensed, walls fluttering around me, and I knew she was close. "Come with me," I growled against her skin, feeling myself about to burst.
"Mngh—Ahh!" Morgan cried out, her body convulsing as she came, clenching hard around me, waves of pleasure ripping through her.
The sensation pulled me over the edge too, and I thrust deep one last time, groaning her name as I spilled inside her.
We trembled in unison, my arm tightening around her as we rode it out, breaths ragged and mingled.
Finally, she went limp in my arms, and I held her close, pressing soft kisses to her shoulder as the aftershocks faded.
After a minute of light cuddling, Morgan slowly pulled herself off of me with a light moan, before turning to her other side to face me.
The smile, and utter look of contentment on her face, made me smile as well.
Moving my arm, I placed my hand on the side of her face and used my thumb to move some of her hair away from her face.
"How are you feeling, Morgan?" I asked patiently.
Nuzzling her head into my palm a bit, she placed a finger on her chin, looking somewhat playful. "I feel wonderful, but…" she trailed off, while glancing up and down my body, gaining a wicked grin. "I still feel a bit off from being well and thoroughly bedded."
…
"Uhh, Morgan," I said her name nervously, and stopped cupping her face, choosing to instead run my fingers through my sweaty hair. "I feel rather spent on my end."
Pouting slightly at my words, she narrowed her eyes with mild dissatisfaction. "If you really want me to give you my blessing to leave, you'll need to give me a bit more to remember you by, so no, I don't think we're quite finished here," she said with a smug undertone.
Raising a hand to rub at the back of my neck, I showed a slight grimace. "Ummm, not to be rude, but I don't think I'm physically capable of going for another round," I retorted with a nervous chuckle.
Raising a white brow, she put on a sly smirk. "Oh, really?" she questioned, before placing her index finger on my chest and slowly raking her nail down my torso.
The sensation drew a shudder from me, before I felt a wave of energy coursing down my body.
Slowly, Morgan's green eyes dipped down my body, and her smirk grew a tad more predatory. "It would seem your body begs to differ."
Oh God…
This ridiculous endurance of hers… it's going to be the death of me…
Not that I mind much…
"Round three is a go."
~~Fate/False Order~~
「 Amelia's Pov. 」
"Are you sure they'll come?" Sakura asked meekly, causing me to force a calm smile, and gently boop her on the nose.
"Don't worry, they are probably just in the office, and didn't notice that it's breakfast time," I coaxed gently, while retracting my hand, earning a small nod from the girl.
"Just give me a few minutes, and we'll all be eating breakfast together in no time." I said while standing back up to my full height, from my crouching position.
Smiling, I patted her gently on the head, before moving to the door. Turning to look at her, I shot Sakura a wink. "See you in a bit," I said before opening the door and stepping through, then closing it behind me.
And like that, my smile fell.
Being late to breakfast, on the likely last day you're staying here is pretty low, especially when one of the ones waiting for you is an insecure child.
Honestly, I expected better from him, and more so Morgan, given her behaviour.
Briskly walking away from the dining room, quickly ascending a flight of stairs, I impatiently arrived in front of Alistair's office, which had light peeking out from beneath the doorframe.
Not bothering with decorum, I rudely yanked open the door. "You two better drop everything—"
Cutting myself off mid-rant, I blinked in surprise as I was greeted by an empty room.
Frowning lightly, I entered the room and walked over to the desk, as it still had things on it.
Finding so many documents just lying about was… weird. Alistair knew better than leaving sensitive documents out and about like this while unattended.
Leaving the lights on after exiting the room was not exactly common either.
Giving the room a cursory look, I started to feel a bit uneasy.
There were only a couple things that could explain this, and only a few of them were good…
The big ones were kidnapping and being in a rush to leave.
And I for one was desperately hoping for the latter.
…But I hadn't seen the two on the way here, so that option was not exactly looking likely.
Pursing my lips, I walked to the entrance, flicked off the lights, and left the room.
Jumping to conclusions too quickly wasn't wise, so it was for the best to investigate a bit.
Walking down the hallway, I glanced out of the window to get a look at the gardens and training fields, as it was a decent option for where Alistair could be.
Seeing nothing but freshly fallen snow, I continued the search.
The next stop would be his room.
Rare as it was, Alistair had overslept once or twice, but he hadn't in recent years.
It's a bit of a stretch, but it's worth checking out nonetheless.
Reaching his bedroom, I gave the door a few hard knocks. "Alistair!" I half yelled, not bothering to keep a low voice.
"Are you in there?" I asked with the same tone of voice, with another couple of knocks.
Hearing nothing in response, I felt my unease start to grow again.
"Alistair?" I repeated, only to be met by more silence.
Stopping my knocking, I fixed my eyes on the door.
"I'm coming in," I warned, before slowly turning the door handle, giving him a chance to stop me, in the off chance he was actually in the room.
Slowly opening the door, I was met by a dark room.
Stepping into it, I automatically flicked on the lights, just as I felt myself enter a Bounded Field.
Before I could panic that I might have stepped into a trap, the lights blared to life, revealing a completely ravaged bedroom.
Sheets half onto the floor, a pillow flung into one corner, and the vanity's chair sitting in the middle of the room.
Hearing rustling fabric, my head snapped in its direction, causing me to look at the bed…
On it, I could see the resting forms of a naked Alistair, barely covered by the duvet, in a face-to-face embrace with an equally naked, but slightly more covered Morgan.
Oh.
My.
God!
Feeling a bit weak in the knees at the shocking sight, I had to slam a hand onto the wall to catch myself.
Inhaling a deep breath, I nearly choked on it, as the smell finally hit me.
The room smelled like sex.
There was no mistaking it now, not that there was much room for misunderstandings.
The Bounded Field I felt… it was definitely a noise-cancellation one… it would explain how they didn't hear me… but why the hell did it block sound from the outside as well!
I must have made too much noise, as Alistair let out a groggy groan as he shuffled about before cracking open an eye.
"Amelia?" He questioned in a confused tone, causing me to quickly flick off the lights.
"You two are late for breakfast," I said in as calm a tone I could muster, while averting my eyes from the bed.
There was a low, muttered 'shit' from Alistair's side of the room, followed by some more light rustling.
"Alistair," came another groggy voice, which was unmistakably Morgan.
"Good morning, sweetheart," Alistair quietly said, and I quickly tuned out whatever they were now saying.
This was awkward enough already, I was not going to eavesdrop on their morning-after pillow talk.
I wanted to leave as soon as possible, but doing so now without saying what I came here to say would make the awkward situation I've stumbled into all for naught.
Waiting until I heard a slight lull in their conversation, I spoke up. "I'll be waiting in the hallway; please hurry, as Sakura has been waiting for breakfast for a while now," I said, before stepping out of the room, not even bothering to wait for either to comment.
Practically pressing my back against the closed door, I tried to calm myself down.
Alistair and Morgan were having sex… or had been having sex…
Fuck.
And here I had been, worrying if he had been kidnapped…
Now it looked more like he had been kidnapped to the bedroom if anything…
…
Ugh… walking in on the aftermath of their 'bedroom activities' is going to make talking with them a lot more awkward.
Pushing myself up from the door, I started walking up and down the hall to get my mind off things.
After a few minutes of brooding, I heard the door creak, causing me to look at it.
Now fully dressed in a navy suit, Alistair stepped out of his room, looking far more presentable than four minutes ago, though his hair was slightly damp.
"Morning," he said casually, causing me to squint my eyes at him. "Really?" I replied dryly, causing him to give me a shrug back.
"I was trying to break the ice," he said in an unbothered tone.
"I just walked in on you two post-sex. A simple 'Morning' is not enough to make all that awkwardness go away," I retorted, and Alistair finally had the dignity to look abashed.
"Yeah," he said, while idly rubbing at the back of his neck.
Sighing, I gave him a tired look. "How long has this been going on?" I questioned, causing his lip to twitch. "That's a bit personal, no?"
"Well, I thought that the whole 'husband and wife' thing was for show, and maybe it was a one-sided thing from Morgan's end," I explained before sighing. "I just want to know if it's now properly 'official'," I prefaced.
Averting his gaze slightly, he looked away from me. "Well… I kind of confessed last night, and things somewhat snowballed from there," he explained.
Snowballed, huh?
Fixing a smile on my face, I gave him a nod. "Well, I do believe congratulations are in order."
Turning to face me, he gave me a sceptical look. "Uh, thanks?" He said in an unsure tone.
"Now, since you are all grown up and all, I'll leave the conversation about your newly minted relationship to Altrouge in your capable hands."
And like that, his extremely pale face somehow lost some more color.
"I'm so fucked," he wheezed out, causing me to nod my head.
"I'm sure you are, but I'm fairly sure Morgan's responsible for that, not Altrouge," I quipped, earning a blank look from Alistair.
What? Can't a girl have some fun?
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A/N
Welcome back, my reader Overlords, please add this to your library and give me some comments, stones and reviews, as it would be much appreciated.
Now, the much anticipated smut has arrived, hurrah!
But I must say, making the smut was incredibly difficult, as I have never written such a thing before. So much thanks to Aleena for looking through it, and giving me her point of view, so give her some love on the Discord server.
(Note, she is an utter slave driver, and I wanted to die and cry when just the foreplay turned out to be over 3K words. It was then I knew I was fully and thoroughly cooked)
But I must say, I feel like God was telling me to stop writing smut after a while, as my uni professors dropped a ton of homework when I started, and on the day where I was practically done, I got hit by a car.
If that is not God telling me to 'Stay down,' then I don't know what is.
Now, since I've never written smut before, give me your 1-10 evaluation of it, as I might as well get some feedback on this, and I hope it was good, as I need some positive feedback on this, as I feel like I have just sold my dignity for free due to writing this.
Anyways, I am going to post an extra chap to talk about me getting hit by a car, as that has forced me into a slight hiatus, so know that.
Now, back to the chapter.
A lot happened here, and I do believe quite a few of you are happy about the conclusion. Morgan and Alistair are officially in a relationship.
Woop-Woop.
Though, I think I'll mention one thing in particular, as it is what led up to them hooking up.
Morgan has a visceral reaction to Alistair's comment on Scáthach. Her issue with it was the fact that a lot of it mirrored herself right before being summoned, i.e., being a suicidal biological immortal witch.
When he described Scáthach like that, it just stepped on a lot of insecurities she already had about the situation, but now ramped up to a hundred.
After all, Morgan killed herself, so when she was summoned, she was ambivalent to her wellbeing, or 'new life' if you will. The only reason she didn't kill herself immediately, was due to the fact that a weak genderbent clone of her sister summoned her, so she found interest in that at the very least.
And the only reason she stayed past learning about Alistair, was due to the promise of being able to 'mess with' Artoria during the Grail War.
Yet, despite all of that, Alistair somehow managed to worm his way into her heart after a few months of staying together, more than giving her a good enough reason to live once more.
Now, knowing all of that, the second Morgan heard that description, she feared of becoming Altrouge 2.0, I.E. being skipped over due to a newer and hotter model coming out.
And since Alistair managed to accidentally get Morgan to fall in love, and reignite her will to live in a matter of months, then Morgan fears for what he'd accidentally do if left with a woman in a similar situation for a matter of years.
The scariest part of the whole situation for Morgan, is the fact that if such a thing came to be, she believes Alistair would just conclude that whatever he felt for Morgan was a momentary 'flight of fancy'. Which makes sense, since the time he would have spent with Morgan would be significantly less than the total time he'd have spent with Scáthach, so her being 'thrown aside' in favour of Scáthach is the logical outcome.
All that causes her to have a slight emotional breakdown, causing her to fumble her logic and arguments during that segment.
Hope that long ass explanation clarified things.
Now that I have written a paragraph or two about Morgan, how about I do a couple extra for safety's sake?
You agree? Great!
Now, I am sure that we are all happy about Alistair and Morgan's jump in relationship status, or rather the solidifying of it, but let us go over a bit on how I perceive Morgan's character, as now is as good a time as any.
When seen from the outside, Morgan's wishes in a relationship can be described as very 'vanilla', as in she wishes for very common things in a relationship, i.e., fairness, support in her chosen path, being loved for who you are, freedom in action and respect. Things which are very: 'duh, of course a relationship should have all of that', but most of that can be boiled down to her being a product of her time, where women had far less personal freedom, and the fact those who liked her in the past were enthralled by the 'Enchantress' rather than Morgan herself, though that was partly by choice as Morgan was not a good woman by any stretch of the imagination.
So when Alistair, who knows about her actions through legends, and personal accounts through Morgan's own memories, decides to look past it all, and chooses to give her a fresh slate regardless, she can't help but be very grateful and taken by it.
Naturally, there are some 'vanilla' things which she is adverse to, such as birthing children, which she is borderline afraid of doing, mostly due to how she raised Mordred, fearing that she'd do something like that again.
All in all, I'd describe her as someone who gives slightly more than she gets, as while she is more than happy to keep things 'equal' on that front, she isn't blind to her shortcomings, and is just happy and surprised to have found something, so she'll give a bit more to show her appreciation.
AKA, some odd mix of housewife, and CEO wife vibes. Someone who is happy to just be around their spouse while being supportive and loving, but simultaneously working hard in the high-end job that she likes, to provide and for personal fulfillment. Odd, but if it works for her, then who am I to disagree?
Of course, that is just mainly while around Alistair. Morgan is very much a frigid and cruel bitch when needed.
Morgan is Morgan, after all.
Now that I have regaled you all with a monstrous Author's Notes, I believe it is time for me to retire!
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