With Morgan le Fay's resignation as queen, and after finally making peace with herself, she began to merge back together with Vivian. Before this, the two of them had existed as separate entities, a split they created as a coping mechanism for their own self-destructive tendencies, dividing their good and evil into different halves so they could balance themselves without collapsing.
If Morgan's purpose or ambition ever strayed too far from her core nature, Vivian would step in and take action against her without hesitation. The same was true in reverse, Morgan would restrain Vivian if she ever broke her own bottom line. They coexisted like watchdogs of each other's sanity, never interfering unless one of them broke their fundamental reason for existing.
Now, united, she was stronger, sharper, more complete than the fragmented version of herself she used to be. Where before she had been brooding, menacing, and spiteful in both her words and mannerisms, now she appeared as a calm and wise woman. A figure of peace stood before us, rather than the witch cloaked in shadows.
To my surprise, she even sent me treasures. Excalibur, Gram, Gungnir, and countless other Holy Swords and Divine Spears, all manner of sharp, killing tools for us to wield in Camelot's name. On top of that, she raised the great Clock Tower, a place where anyone with the will to learn could step forward. This was still the Age of Mystery, after all. The ether in the air had weakened, pitiful in quantity, yet still present. With enough training, even those without magic circuits or blood-born affinities could sense it and bend it to their will.
With the queen gone, opportunists inevitably rose. Many lined up, eager to fill the vacant throne, but I rejected each one without hesitation. None of them offered anything of value to Camelot. Then came Guinevere, the jewel of the Kingdom of Wales, a land that had yet to bend the knee to Camelot.
The question stood before me: should I accept their offer of alliance and merge with them peacefully, or crush them outright?
Camelot had already reclaimed every territory stolen by the Saxons, restoring its former glory with steel and fire. My knights grew in number, new additions to the Round Table stood proudly alongside the Faerie Knights, including monsters like Baobhan Sith and Melusine. We were unstoppable, an empire of legends. Yet I had no taste for endless war. I loved peace more than I loved blood. So I agreed to let Guinevere approach.
I wasn't afraid of betrayal. Artoria had been betrayed because she neglected her wife. It made sense. A lonely woman left untouched will eventually fall into the arms of the one who actually gives her attention.
Even the readers in Webnovel, fapping away to smut stories when they're horny. There's nothing strange about Guinevere cheating when her husband never laid a hand on her, while a handsome knight whispered to her when she was at her weakest.
But I wasn't Artoria. I liked beautiful women. I gave them attention, I made them feel wanted. If Guinevere wanted to be my vase queen that was fine by me. She was gorgeous, elegant, radiant, already more than qualified to be my wife.
With that, I stamped my approval. I returned to the mountain of paperwork and continued overseeing the endless tide of problems that came with ruling a kingdom.
Time slipped by quickly. My engagement to Guinevere was announced, and the realm buzzed with excitement. But the peace did not last. Morgan stormed into my chambers, her face twisted in anger, her eyes blazing as if she wanted to tear me to the piece.
"Artoria, what did you mean by this? Were you lacking company, lonely at night? Why are you so desperate for a queen when you could've crushed her kingdom and taken it for yourself? Don't give me that excuse about peace or anything. You basically crushed the nobles by force and took me as your prisoner just to make Camelot this prosperous," Morgan asked, her face frosty, her tone like ice cutting through the air.
"You're the one who quit. Now you hate someone else taking the place you abandoned? If you didn't like it, then you should've never quit, Morgan." I had the urge to roll my eyes at her right then.
"Why her?" she pressed, voice sharp. "She was just a stranger, a fragile girl. Why would you make such a weakling your queen?"
"Because she's convenient. Satisfied, Morgan?" I answered coldly, my eyes never flinching. "Unlike you, who's chained down by fragile emotions, I'm not. I demand pragmatism. Her kingdom offered resources, and she was decent enough in personality and manners. I'll admit it, I do have my own desire and lust for her. But does that matter to you? Whoever I like, whoever I bed, it's none of your business, Morgan."
"I'm your sister," she stated coldly.
"Even if you were my father, you have no right to dictate anything about me," I snorted, ignoring her as I turned to leave for another room.
Morgan suddenly grabbed my hand, her face icy and unyielding. "In that case, you also have no right to stop me, sister."
With that, she shoved me into the chamber, pushing me against the wall and kissing me forcefully on the lips. My eyes widened as I stared at her, wondering if she had gone insane.
This time she was determined, tearing away at my resistance, ready to strip me bare, her eyes burning with desire, possessiveness, and lust. "Artoria, you can't just step into my life and leave. You should take responsibility… or I don't mind destroying everything you've built."
I sighed. I didn't mean to make her yandere, I didn't mean to push her this far. It was just an accident… but since it already came to this, I decided to take control.
I cupped her cheeks and kissed her back fiercely, catching her off guard.
In one move, I flipped our position, pinning her beneath me, staring down at her with contempt.
"You are no match for me, sister. Go away. I don't want you near me this time. My marriage date with Guinevere is close, and I won't sleep with another woman while I'm about to wed her."
Her face darkened instantly, jealousy flaring in her eyes like fire. "No. I will not leave, nor do I intend to. You are mine, Artoria. Mine."
She surged forward, kissing me again, even more desperately.
Her lips moved against mine as she whispered a chant under her breath, words laced with magic.
A chill ran down my spine, something felt horribly wrong.
My body burned, heat searing through my veins. Something unnatural stirred between my legs, heavy and throbbing.
My vision blurred, consciousness dimming as primal instinct overwhelmed me.
Restraint shattered.
What rose in its place was the dragon within me, the beast that took what it wanted without hesitation.
A guttural growl tore from my throat as lust swallowed me whole. The primal need to breed her, to claim her, to make her mine surged inside me.
Morgan only grew more seductive under my loss of control.
She leaned closer, her intoxicating fragrance wrapping around me, her breath hot against my lips.
Her body pressed against mine, thighs spreading wide as if to welcome the beast I had become.
My hand moved on its own, forcing her legs apart further.
Then it happened.
The cock that had no place existing on a woman's body suddenly surged forth from me, hard and pulsing with unholy desire.
Without hesitation, I shoved it deep inside Morgan.
Her pussy clenched tight around me, a scream ripping from her throat as blood streaked down from her torn hymen.
"Yes!" she moaned, clinging to me desperately, wrapping her arms around my neck to keep me from pulling away. "Yes, Lily, that's it, take me, breed me, make me yours, my king!"
I didn't answer.
Words meant nothing now.
A growl tore from my throat as I slammed into her again and again, each thrust deeper, harder, more savage than the last.
My cock swelled inside her as I pumped my seed into her relentlessly, determined to breed her, to plant myself inside her womb until she could never escape me.
There was no turning back now.
Morgan's pussy, her scent, her entire being wrapped around me, trapping me, binding me, owning me as much as I owned her.
And I kept fucking her, determined to fill her, to breed her, to mark her as mine forever.