Fate/Bastard First Simulation In Britain as Morgan's husband

T/N: Alright.I decided that no need for stones i will not ask for stones anymore until chapter 100 yes it would be full damn marathon until chapter 100. After that maybe a break.

Since I am not asking for stones i want a replacement.

Yes I want your review damnit we are now at ch40 and no one is giving a good review also number of comments are also less

I want to know your thoughts so I can improve.

Sigh...

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Either way..

Here you go

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[You and Morgan begin to explore the surroundings.]

[Perhaps knowing that no one is watching, Morgan's actions become bolder.]

[To be precise, her hints become bolder.]

Morgan said nothing.

But her fair, snow-white hand slowly reached the back of Ian's hand, which was holding the reins.

Her index and middle fingers slightly parted, forming a small space, and then gently rubbed back and forth on Ian's index finger.

Ian knew what this meant.

"Princess Morgan."

"Hmm?"

"Your hands are very soft."

Ian pulled on the reins.

The fine steed beneath them slowly stopped, appearing docile yet steady.

"And I imagine that's not the softest part of you."

"Ian," Morgan pressed down on Ian's fingers, "Do you know what you're saying?"

"Foolish as I am, I wouldn't know," Ian smiled slightly, "But wise as you are, you surely would."

Hearing this, Morgan released Ian's fingers, and she whispered:

"Ian, hold me."

"Yes, Princess Morgan."

[You embraced Morgan's waist.]

[It was a slender waist that, no matter how many times you touched it, would leave you longing for more.]

[With your assistance, Morgan gracefully turned around on the horse's back.]

"Ian."

Morgan gently patted the knight's cheek.

"Have you forgotten something?"

"You are a knight being punished by me, not a lover here to enjoy himself."

"My memory must be failing me, Princess Morgan."

"Hmm." Morgan nodded in satisfaction, "Then I'll punish you with another question."

The princess slowly leaned back, lying on her warhorse.

Her flowing hair scattered across the horse's clean and smooth mane, creating a two-toned picture, clearly defined, yet still beautiful.

"Ian."

"Do you know?" Morgan looked up at Ian, "It's not easy to let another person sit on this horse."

"I need it to know that you are my pawn, a knight loyal to me."

"This process is not simple, nor is it stable."

"So—"

Morgan's lips curled into a playful smile.

Her fingers lightly hooked Ian's chin.

"If the horse senses too much of a disturbance, it might get startled and run away."

"Foolish knight, how do you plan to obey my orders while solving this problem?"

"I'm curious."

"I see." Ian responded to Morgan's words, "It seems I might not be able to solve this problem."

"But I think, Princess Morgan, you must have a way to solve it."

"Oh—?"

Morgan's fingers twirled Ian's hair.

"But Ian, even if I know how to solve it, what does it have to do with you?"

"Indeed, Princess Morgan, your knowing how to solve this problem may have nothing to do with me."

"But—it will be crucial for you next."

"Ian, what do you mean?"

"Princess Morgan, you don't need to guess, I'll reveal the answer to you now."

Ian completely released the reins—it was indeed an excellent warhorse, still maintaining strict discipline even after the reins were released.

And Ian's now-free hands, one gripped Morgan's hands, and the other rested on Morgan's waist.

"Princess Morgan, I think I know a place that's softer than your hands."

"And it will be the key to solving the problem we face."

"Ian."

The princess, with her hands held, felt the knight's hand with its intentions.

She wasn't repulsed by this contact, but simply asked a question.

"I doubt you're proficient in everything, are you?"

"But there's always a need for new attempts."

Ian answered respectfully—he already had a strategy in mind to solve this problem.

"Princess Morgan, are you willing to give me a chance to try and solve this problem?"

"Why not try."

Morgan's eyes reflected Ian's figure.

"I'd like to see how excellent your answer will be."

[Thus you and Morgan began discussing the problem on horseback.]

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Ian's hands creeped towards Morgan's inner thighs softly caressing them.

Morgan felt a bit aroused by this gesture but scoffed. "My knight is the only thing you can do is this much?".

Ian didn't mind her words and continued caressing her inner thighs and slowly moved towards her lower lips.

[You touched something softer than Morgan's hands with yours.]

[As you caressed it, you suddenly recalled a beautiful seashell you found on the beach one summer.]

[Its surface was smooth and clean, without a single pattern, and the inside was comfortable and warm, a beautiful thing worth stopping to admire.]

[It was a beautiful seashell, and you liked it very much.]

Ian's hands moved skillfully inside her warm cave.

They teased her soft muscles and searched for the holy spot again.

Upon finding the place where the most pleasure can be felt they rejoiced and started digging rapidly.

(T/N: The one piece it's real)

Ian whispered inside Morgan's ears "Princess do you think I can solve it now, your problem that is".

[The princess's legs trembled.]

[She realized she had underestimated the knight's skills beyond swordsmanship.]

"Ian don't think the problem is solved I can see your spear, it's looking so painful how are you going t-o..ahh. solve your own problem".

Morgan tried to regain her dominance by teasing his thing with her rear.

But her teasing had a bad effect.

"If that's the case princess then may I borrow your sweet peaches as well".

It really had a bad effect.

Ian forgot about the poor horse below and prepared to take morgan's peaches on horse back

It was the second time his spear entered the tight cave.

It was still tight but right.

"Ian..wh-at if ahh.. we fall you idiot".

Morgan moaned as he plunged his sword deep inside while his fingers danced inside her other hole.

[her try to salvage the situation made her found that she had lost the upper hand.]

[According to the requirements of the problem on horseback, she knew that she was now the one answering.]

[The question that was meant to stump the knight had now become her own challenge.]

[She had lost.]

[The sound of a clear spring resonated in the princess's garden.]

The sun was setting.

The princess's warhorse lowered its head, nibbling on tender grass by the stream.

It didn't know where the princess and the knight had gone, but the feeling of being unburdened made it feel incredibly free.

"Princess Morgan..."

"What?"

Morgan, being carried on Ian's back, revealed a pair of deep blue eyes from behind him.

"Regarding my desire to ride you instead of the horse, do you have any objections?"

"No, I have no complaints."

"Good, then be a good horse for me."

Morgan showed a smug smile.

"This is your reward for winning."

The First Law of Knightly Loyalty: Never try to win a contest against Morgan, it's more painful than losing.

But Ian didn't mind.

After all, even if the positions were reversed, he could still smell her intoxicating scent.

That was enough.

However—

One thing still needed to be clarified.

"Princess Morgan," Ian looked at the somewhat unfamiliar forest environment around them, puzzled.

"Why did we come here?"

"So you can marry me," Morgan said without any concealment.

"I need to set up magic near the royal capital, and this is a suitable location."

"Under its influence, you will marry me with a very reasonable identity, understand?"

"...Princess Morgan."

"We'll talk about anything else later, just wait to marry me."

Morgan rested her head on Ian's shoulder and whispered:

"Ian, you'll never escape from my side in this lifetime."

"Understood, Princess Morgan."

As soon as he finished speaking, Morgan turned her head.

"What's wrong, Princess Morgan?"

"Ian," Morgan frowned slightly.

"There seems to be traces of other magic nearby."