MTLNOVEL Chapter 54: You Are Her Only Throne
"I see, Princess, please allow me to accompany you." Ian replied calmly.
"Ian."
Morgan looked at the weathered man in front of her.
"It's daytime now."
"Do you know what this means?"
"Of course." Ian smiled calmly. "I am your foolish husband who covets the throne, and you are the wise wife who tries to stop her husband's usurpation."
"If someone finds out, King Lot should be executed, and the story of the princess defending King Uther's dignity will be sung."
"Ian, you are as foolish as ever."
Morgan tightened Ian's hand.
"Do you want Gawain to lose his father so early?"
"Princess, then—"
"Shut up." Morgan held Ian's hand in her arms.
"You are my possession, wherever I am, you must be there."
[You looked at Morgan gently and stopped talking.]
[But the situation is not that bad.]
[Because your and Morgan's status has long been beyond doubt.]
[So even walking towards the depths of the royal court like this did not arouse anyone's suspicion.]
[You walked along a corridor that was not familiar, but not completely unfamiliar, passing in front of the doors of each room.]
[You came to the front of the huge door.]
[Behind the door is the throne symbolizing the ownership of Camelot.]
[You recalled the last time—Morgan hesitated whether to open this door.]
[You are ready to bear everything and open this door for Morgan.]
[But this time—Morgan stopped you.]
"Ian, let me do it myself."
Morgan stopped Ian's hand.
Under the other person's gaze, her hand approached the door little by little.
Touched it—
Morgan exerted a little force, and the door symbolizing the interruption of kingship slowly opened.
She took Ian's hand, and the two entered the room one after the other.
[The huge door closed again.]
[But this time, you witnessed this scene on the other side of the door.]
[The door closed slowly, blocking the road connecting the inside and outside.]
[You know that some things will start to go to a more crazy ending from now on.]
[But you are fearless.]
[Because you know that's exactly what Morgan needs.]
Morgan walked towards the throne step by step.
The crisp footsteps echoed in the hall where only two people were, like the clock of fate.
She came to the throne, stroked the gold-plated edge of the handle, and her deep blue eyes like the sea were full of endless obsession with it.
"Ian, do you like this throne?"
"Princess, do you want to hear the truth? Or do you want to hear the lie?"
"Do you think you dare to lie to me?"
"What the princess said is very true." Ian still maintained a gentle tone.
"Then—"
"I want to say that this throne is not suitable for you."
"What?"
Morgan was about to turn around and ask Ian why, but felt that he had picked her up.
The next moment, Ian sat on the throne.
And Morgan maintained an elegant posture.
On Ian's lap that is.
Her head was pillowed by Ian's left hand, her long hair scattered around his arm, and her body fell into his arms like a slightly curved bow.
The princess's robe fell slightly at the position of her buttocks, but not a single thread touched the ground.
The slender white legs acted as the other half of the bow.
Her knees were slightly bent, and her calves rested on Ian's right hand.
Her feet hovered in the air, with a pair of crystal shoes hanging on them.
"Because I think you need a new throne, Princess."
"Oh—?"
Morgan, lying in Ian's arms, looked up at him.
"Then, do you want to be my throne before that?"
"Princess, it's not impossible."
"Then—"
Morgan stretched out her hand upward and stroked the familiar face.
"I know how you, as a throne, can make me happy in this situation?"
"Princess, you have raised a difficult question."
"But—"
"I happen to have an answer that can solve this problem."
Ian lowered his head and stopped in front of Morgan's proud chest.
"However, I hope you can provide a little help, Princess."
"Is that so?"
Morgan stroked Ian's not-so-smooth facial curves with one hand, and put the other hand on the clothes on her chest.
Her fingertips drew circles on the surface of the robe made of fine fabric.
"Ian, I hope you don't let my expectations down."
[The princess's body is perfect anytime, anywhere.]
Ian undressed Morgan till her majestic breasts were visible, with cute cherries on top.
[Looking at her lying in your arms, you suddenly felt like you were back a long time ago.]
Ian gazed sharply at them and caressed them a little and realised that the size is a bit bigger than before.
[You realised you neglected her treasures and didn't really pay attention to their size.]
Ian commented.
"Princess were they always this big".
Morgan let out a humph and replied.
"Are you realising now of course after giving birth to Gawain my breasts did develop more".
"Although it was unnecessary as because of my blessings he grew fast and He had no need for such things"
Ian realised that because of morgan magic. She had no need to fulfill those needs a newborn might need.
[A thought grew in your head.]
"Then.. Princess can I get the first taste."
Ian requested shamelessly.
"Very well do what you want". Morgan didn't deny, which made Ian desire spike.
With a ferocity maching that of a lion he lunged at his prey.
[Morgan's hands are now around your neck.]
Morgan moaned and complained a little.
"Ahnnn...Ian~ do it gently, my breasts aren't running away".
Ian realised his mistake and started sucking gently. While his other hands stroked her other breasts.
Soon, warm liquid started pouring.
It was sweet and a bit salty.
Ian was soon reduced to baby.
[Lying in your arms, she is looking at you affectionately at this moment, and only your figure is reflected in her sea blue eyes.]
[Her breathing gradually became rapid because of your sight, and her body swayed a little.]
[She looked at the ceiling panting slightly, chanting your name in her mouth.]
["Ian, make me happier."]
[At this moment, you are her only throne.]
[But she is also the only princess you can admire.]
[You kept your promise.]
"Your answer in this regard is as good as ever."
Morgan's finger swept across Ian's lips, wiping away the moisture on them.
"Ian, I ask you, do you like this?"
"Of course." Ian nodded with a smile.
"I am very happy to accept everything about you, Princess."
"However—"
Ian's eyes swept over Morgan's elegant body from top to bottom.
"Princess, I think you should have more to say, right?"
"Yes." Morgan put her hand on Ian's approaching hand.
"Ian, I want to take over Camelot in a real sense."
"So, Princess, do you want to use this method to win my consent?"
"That may be a bit redundant."
Ian looked affectionately at Morgan, who was lying in his arms, her face flushed and her breathing no longer calm.
"You should know that I never doubt your choice, it is the path I will definitely take."
"Of course I know."
Morgan tightened Ian's hand a little, until the marks of her fingers appeared on the skin of his fingers.
"So I don't intend to ask for your opinion at all."
"I just like the way you try your best to make me happy on my father's throne."
"I see, then it seems I need to work harder."
[You made love on the throne again.]
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[After that, you formulated a plan to take over Camelot—using magic to create a false siege crisis by barbarians, you will become heroes to defend Camelot, and then justifiably ascend to the throne.]
[This process is not simple and requires careful preparation of every detail, and the preparation time will be very long.]
[But fate seems to have never stopped mocking you.]
[Before you were ready for everything, mysterious prophecies began to spread in the streets and alleys of Camelot.]
[That is the legend of the Red Dragon about the inheritance of the throne.]