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As all the people began to exit the room, Artoria breathed a sigh of relief. The meeting had taken double the time she had expected it to, mostly because of the late arrivals, they had just absorbed her time like a sponge. Once everyone was out she let her shoulder slump down as she could finally relax without being judged by over thirty people.

It had been a long day and when she looked outside she could see she still would have to deal with a good couple hours of it. Another sigh escaped her as she braced herself for whatever these next hours may have for her. Remembering what she must of looked like she straightened out her posture and sat up, there was no sense in staying in an empty meeting room forever.

She reached down for her sword… but only grabbed at air. Looking down she that Excalibur was not at her side, confused Artoria looked around seeing if it fell around anywhere, but then she remembered something. She didn’t pick it up. She went through this entire meeting while her sword was still in her room. Her shame washed over her and she exited the meeting room.

The halls were bustling as ever, full of servants, knights, and other people she didn’t quite recognize and didn’t want to spend the time trying. Each person that passed by greeted her with a smile, and she greeted them as well. But there was an itch in the back of Artoria’s mind, some of the greetings seemed almost… mocking. As if they knew something she didn’t.

Eh. She’s sure she was just imagining it.

Eventually she made it to her room, she pushed open the door and went in, her eyes searching for any sign of Excalibur’s golden blade, a glint in the corner drew her eyes over and she saw her sword, perched right in the corner of her room. She quickly went up and picked it up, ready to leave and go on to do her kingly duties.

A knock on her door brought her attention to it, it was confusing because if somebody wanted to visit her they should have either went to the meeting room or into the throne room. Placing Excalibur on the bed, she would pick it up when she was done, she headed to the door and opened it, only to see her Court Mage standing there.

“Oh Merlin.” She says a hint of surprise in her voice. “Did you need something?” He looks around suspiciously, as if he was worried that someone would see them.

“My King, may I come in? I have something… private to discuss with you.” His tone was hushed, making Artoria worried and confused, a mixture of emotions she did not like feeling.

“Very well.” She opens the door for him and he quickly enters, putting his hand onto the door and closing before Artoria even took her hand off the knob. Once he was fully inside he let out a sigh of relief.

“Jeez. It was hard to not get stares.” He exclaims putting on his usual smile. It was only then that Artoria noticed… well multiple things. One, his posture was now much worse, his back was hunched like someone trying to do a terrible old man impression, two, his staff that he usually kept with him wasn’t there.

And three, which was the strangest part to Artoria, his belly was now much bigger and much rounder than it used to be… her eyes were completely directed at his stomach as she stared trying to figure out if he had gained weight or was expecting. It seemed Merlin sensed this and let out a chuckle. He reached into his shirt and with one hand grabbed whatever was inside and pulled it out.

He pulled his hand up and Artoria saw… it was a crystal ball. She looked to it and back at Merlin to make sure what she was seeing was right.

“What’s with…” She pointed at his back.

“Oh right.” He pulled up the bottom of his shirt and grabbed at what Artoria was assuming was another item, but he was failing pretty well. After a good couple of attempts he finally got a hold on it and pulled it out, turns out it was his staff. “There we go.”

“But why did you have to-”

“I wanted to hide them.” He walks away before she could ask any more questions, going to a nearby table and placing the crystal ball on it. He sat on a chair and tapped the other across from him with his staff, a signal for Artoria to sit.

With a sigh she complied, wondering what could possibly be happening to make Merlin go through this much trouble. Once she sat down Merlin taps the ball a couple times, Artoria always wondered why he had to do this every time he wanted to show her something… maybe it was something akin to sharpening a blade before a battle.

“Okay, My King. I want to say a few things before we begin.” He put his staff onto his lap, done with the preparations to… do whatever it is he was going to do. “Everything here is real. I did not fabricate it using my magic.” He put his hands up defensively, as if showing he has nothing to hide. “I’m showing you this because I believe you deserve to know.”

“Oookay?” Artoria was wasting time she could have been using to attend to her kingdom, so she hopes this will be over soon.

“Very well…” He grabs his staff again, but stops before touching the ball. “Are you certain you’re ready for this?” He questions, wanting to confirm if the king is mentally prepared.

“Yes Merlin. Please just show me, I have other matters to attend to.” She crosses her arms, her eyes darting to Excalibur on her bed, ready to just pick it up and leave.

“Apologies.” He says with a slight bow. “Just making sure.” He finally touches his staff with the top of the crystal ball, making a faint blue glimmer surround the ball, Artoria could sense the mana emanating from it and it only seemed to increase by the second.

It took a while, but eventually it seemed to fill up. The color of the ball began to change, warping into a more brownish hue that Artoria could have sword she had seen before. Unexpectedly, the crystal ball expanded into a much more clear rectangular frame, giving her a better view of what she was looking at.

Which was just a shade of brown, but something was tugging at the back of Artoria’s mind, yelling at her that she knew what was significant about this specific shade of brown. It was such a strange feeling. After a few seconds of just showing brown, the picture she was seeing began to zoom out, making Artoria figure why that shade was familiar.

Once it was completely zoomed out, she was met with the familiar face of her wife, Guinevere. It seemed it was zoomed in on her hair.

“Merlin why are you showing me this?” Artoria takes her eyes off the frame, only to be met with Merlin doing a gesture for her to continue to watch and with a sigh she does so.

Artoria wasn’t sure what was going on, her wife was just walking, occasionally she would glance around as if she was scared that someone would see her. But her face didn’t show any signs of concern, rather she was smiling rather brightly. The King couldn’t help but smile, she always loved seeing her wife smile.

...Actually now that she thought about it, she hadn’t seen her wife this entire day… or the day before… or the day… she had been so busy these last couple days she hadn’t even noticed the absence of her queen. A pang of guilt began to spread through her as she realized just how much she was neglecting her wife, she would have to make sure to spend some time with her once she sees her again.

Finally, Guinevere finally stopped walking. Her eyes settled on something that was just out of view of where Artoria was watching. Luckily, the camera began to move around so she could see; she was staring at a door… to a house that looked familiar… too familiar. A distinct pit began to open in Artoria’s stomach, but she kept it in check.

Her wife reached her hand up to knock on the door, she was fiddling with her fingers and looking around, it seemed however Artoria was watching this was invisible because Guinevere turned her head in the exact direction where she was viewing and she didn’t seem to notice.

Artoria was moving her head around, trying to get a better view of the house Guinevere was in front of, she was conveniently blocking the most identifiable portions of the house which made Artoria a bit frustrated. She could have sworn, just like with her wife’s hair, she knew who’s house this was but for the life of her, it was just barely evading her.

A couple minutes passed and the door opened, but again Guinevere was blocking the door and she couldn’t see who was there.

“My Queen!” The person at the door exclaimed, at the sound of his voice, Artoria knew who this was. But she couldn’t understand why Guinevere would have visited them… she leaned in and gave them a hug, making Artoria look at the purple hair of one of her most trusted Knights, Lancelot. They hugged for a while before pulling apart. “What are you doing here?”

The first thing Artoria questioned was; weren’t they acting… close? Like closer than usual. Artoria knew that they communicated well together and Lancelot was always smiling whenever he saw her… but she couldn’t quite understand how they were… hugging close. Perhaps this was just her reading too much into it.

“Sir-… No. Lancelot. I came here because… I need you.” She grabbed his hands and pulled him closer, her eyes boring into his. “I need to feel your hands, your body, I need you to embrace me.” Artoria’s eyes widened as she heard her queen’s words, the pit she kept in check from before now completely open and Artoria fell right into its gaping maw.

Guinevere pushed herself closer to Lancelot, making the knight awkwardly move his arms away afraid to touch her at first. Artoria wanted to believe that Lancelot would reject her, tell her that what she was doing was adultery and push her away.

But things never went the way she wanted.

“Of course.” Lancelot whispered to her, he wrapped his arms around the queen and began to kiss her neck. He brought the both of them inside the house and closed the door, leaving Artoria to stare unblinkingly at the closed door.

The picture died down and Artoria sat in silence, her eyes glazed over as she continued to stare in the air. A million questions rushed through her mind, none staying long enough so she could get a coherent answer, but one broke through all the others; why? Why did her queen go to Lancelot? Why didn’t she pay more attention to her wife? Why they betray her like this?

But then she came to a conclusion. It was her fault.

She didn’t notice how much Lancelot was staring at Guinevere, she didn’t notice how close the two were getting, she didn’t give her queen enough attention, she didn’t communicate with Lancelot enough. Everything. Every little bit of this, was Artoria’s fault. If she was just a better king, then none of this would have happened.

Finally her head dropped, she was staring at the floor now, the scene she just say replaying in her head over and over. Merlin watched with a worried expression, wondering when was the right time to say something, he wanted the king to be aware of what was going on behind her back… but he didn’t expect it to hurt her this much.

“My King-” Before he could get another word out, his eyes went wide at the sight before him.

Tears began to trickle down Artoria’s cheek. Her eyes were hollow. All color was drained from her face as more and more tears began to hit the table. Artoria’s mind was reeling, unable to think of anything after everything she just saw and questioned. All previous rationalization was gone. She was left a weeping husk. Unable to process everything that she saw.

Merlin began to get very worried, this was all his fault and if he didn’t do something fast, he feared he may lose Artoria forever. He got off his chair and rushed over to Artoria’s side.

“My King! Your Majesty can you hear me?!” He yelled and slightly shook her, hoping to jolt her back to consciousness. But to no avail. “Please! Your kingdom needs you.” Her body was cold to the touch, Merlin grabbed his staff and cast a healing spell, hoping it would do something. “Come on…” But as he feared, nothing happened. He didn’t have any spells to heal the mind.

Desperate to fix this, Merlin got an idea. He pushed the table away and pulled the chair closer, close enough so he could touch her. With a deep breath, he grabbed onto Artoria’s cold hand and gently squeezed it.

“Artoria. Come back. We need you.” He wasn’t sure how well that would work, but something happened. He felt a gentle push back when he squeezed her hands.

Slowly, the warmth in Artoria’s hand began to come back and so did the color in her face. Her tears didn’t die down but she seemed to be coming back to the real world. Her hands began to squirm in Merlin’s, her head lifting up as she fully came back.

“Artoria!!” Merlin yelled as he saw her life coming back. “Okay deep breaths!” He takes in a deep breath, prompting Artoria to do the same. Nothing happened at first but if Merlin concentrated, he could hear the soft breathing of his king. “Okay… breathe in.” He deeply inhales. “And out.” he breathes out.

It was faint, but she was following Merlin’s example. As he breathed in, she did the same. It went on for about three different cycles until finally Artoria tightened her grip on Merlin’s hand, telling him that she was fully back. With a sigh of relief, he let go of her hand and she did the same, though a bit more reluctantly.

Finally, Artoria looked up enough to meet Merlin’s eyes. Tears were still falling out of her eyes as her Court Mage reached out to put a comforting hand onto her shoulder. But before he could touch her, she slapped it away, not wanting to feel his hand.

“Artoria. Are you feeling better?” He asks trying to make conversation.

“I-” She stopped, not knowing what to say. Her thoughts hadn’t changed one bit. She didn’t know what to do, her thoughts were a whirlwind of self deprecation and loathing. Constantly flashing back to what she saw in the crystal ball and her mind filling in the horrific details she didn’t see. Her head hurt, her eyes stung, her body was tired.

She didn’t know what to do.

“Artoria…” Merlin called out one more time, his words reaching Artoria, she looked to him one last time, before getting off the seat and dashing towards the door. “Wait!” He tried to reach out for her, but was three seconds too late.

She rushed through the halls of the castle, her vision tunneled as she frenziedly pushed away anyone who was impeding her path. Her eyes stung so much she had to close her eyes to deal with it, yet her body still moved on its own. Each step she took was unconscious, her body understanding how much pain she was in and doing what it felt best in that moment.

In a manner of seconds, she was already out of the castle gates. The warmth of the sunlight telling Artoria that she was now outside. Each person that saw her wondered why their king was running across the roads at top speeds, though Artoria was too absorbed in her own mind she couldn’t care less about any onlookers, or see any for that matter.

It didn’t take long for her to completely leave the city.

She didn’t know where she was going, nor did she care. Anywhere would have been better than back there. But her mind didn’t even rationalize that much. Her eyes were still closed, but she could feel that the stinging had gone down, so slowly she opened them back up. She didn’t know how much distance she crossed, but when she looked around she saw that trees now surrounded her.

She halted her running, turning around to see where she was, but all she saw was more trees. In fact that was all that she saw. No signs of civilizations were anywhere, she was unfamiliar with these woods so trying to get out might be a bit difficult. But that wasn’t on her mind right now. She finally had some solitude and was going to enjoy it.

Looking around, she looked around for the most comfortable looking tree and once she found a suitable one she walked up to it and sat down. Holding her knees to her chest as she stared at the ground. She could feel the were still there, but it seems they wouldn’t fall anymore. She had been crying for a while, her armor was still dripping with them, so maybe she shouldn’t be surprised.

Artoria’s head ached. The scene kept replaying itself over and over, each time she noticed new details without even needing Merlin’s crystal ball. But one question also kept repeating itself; why did care so much?

Her and Guinevere weren’t close by any means. If they weren’t forced into a marriage they most likely wouldn’t have been more than acquaintances, assuming that they even met at all. So why? Why did she care so much when she saw it? Why did she feel so hurt when the door closed? Why did she even run away? Why did-

Something interrupted her thoughts. Looking up Artoria saw that… nothing was there. She turned her head to make sure that statement was true, and it seemed to be. The only thing around her was the trees. But Artoria instincts are keen, she could have sworn she felt someone, or something, staring at her just now.

...Perhaps she was mistaken. Maybe she’s delirious.

Looking back at the grass, Artoria began to realize just how ridiculous this all was. She had run away from he kingdom just because she got a little bad news, she was acting like a child who didn’t get their way. Sure she had the right to be upset about it, but abandoning her duties as king was not the correct thing to do.

Artoria chuckled as she realized something; she finally took Kay’s advice. She finally ran away. But it was indirect, she still believes that he was incorrect. She couldn’t run away, and she shouldn’t have. She was the King. She had a duty to fulfill and she should have upheld it. Again she told herself that she was acting like a fussy child.

With a sigh, Artoria let her legs fall and went to get up… but found that she couldn’t. Each time she tried, she was met with enough resistance so that she stops. The resistance didn’t feel… natural. Natural in the way that it didn’t feel like it was coming from the tree. But it also didn’t feel malicious... Now that she was thinking about it, the trunk felt… warm. Warmer than a tree should be.

“Two types of people visit the Faerie Forest without any protection.” A voice came from behind her, a velvety chilling voice that Artoria recognized immediately. “The bravest of warriors and the greatest of fools.” The tree behind her seemed to distort, the trunk warping into a much more slender form, the resistance she was feeling revealed to be two arms wrapping around her waist. “So tell me dear sister, which one are you?”

The transformation seemed to finally be done, the tree from before completely gone and instead replaced with a warm body of a (presumed) human. Turning her head, Artoria saw the mesmerizing emerald eyes and the beautiful golden locks of her sister. She was looking down at her with a small smile, the one that she had whenever she was teasing her. But her gaze didn’t last long. She quickly looked up and around, as if searching for something.

“Morgan!” Artoria called out, her voice more hoarse than she expected. “What are you-” Morgan put her finger onto her lips, hushing her in an instant.

“Shhh.” Morgan looked back, her expression much more serious. “Quiet.” She turned her head back, still searching and cautious for… whatever it is she was looking for. Artoria followed her motions but she wasn’t seeing anything, if there was danger Artoria knew she had to be ready, she reached over for her sword and-

...For the second time today, Artoria tried to grab at her sword but came up empty handed. It was only then that she registered Morgan’s words. She came here without her sword; she was completely at the mercy of Morgan. That fact made her very worried. Many different ideas of what could happen to her now ran through her mind, all the dastardly things she’ll do almost making Artoria flinch.

But strangely, nothing happened. Over three minutes passed and Morgan didn’t do anything. She just continued to survey the area, looking out for… well Artoria didn’t know what she was looking for. Or why she was holding her like this, or how she was a tree… this entire situation was very confusing to her.

“What’s going on?” Artoria questioned, her tone now matching Morgan’s.

“Not here.” Morgan replied, looking back down at her while increasing her grip against her waist. “It’s not safe for you here. Let’s go somewhere someone private.” Morgan loosened one hand from Artoria’s waist and used it to gently push her sisters head toward her chest, once she was right between her bosom and Artoria could hear her heartbeat, something began to happen.

A blue, mana filled glow began to emanate from the both of them, the mana unmistakably coming from Morgan. The glow was so bright that Artoria had to close her eyes to shield them. She wasn’t sure what happened after she closed her eyes, but once the light died down and she could open them again, she saw she was in an entirely different place.

Now the wood that was surrounding her was wooden planks, she was inside of a room, one that she wasn’t familiar with. She was seated on a bed, a very comfortable bed. The room was quite quaint, a dresser with a mirror on it was the epicenter of decoration along with a window parallel to the bed she was currently sitting on.

When she looked out said window, she saw the woods from before. Or at least she thinks they’re the same woods, it’s a bit difficult to tell.

The door suddenly opened and when Artoria looked over she saw Morgan holding a tray full of food. Once she saw that her sister was up she smiled at her and placed the food on top of the dresser.

“Where are we Morgan?” Artoria asked, trying her best to put on a stern voice, but a hint of emotion slipped out.

“A cabin. I’ve enchanted it so only we can enter and exit.” She sat down on the bed and invited Artoria to do the same. She was reluctant to comply, knowing her past Artoria was reluctant to follow through, but seeing that she’s completely defenseless right now, she thought it would be better to play along. “I must say, you’re later than I expected.”

“What do you mean ‘later’?” Artoria questions her wording as she sits down with her.

“I knew you’d be here eventually. It was inevitable.” Her smile becomes a lot more smug at that comment, making Artoria more irritated. “Just took you a while.”

“I am in no mood for this.” She says getting up ready to leave, but Morgan grasps her arm, stopping her.

“Stay Artoria. Confide in your big sister.” Her words made Artoria groan out, begrudgingly, she sat back down, knowing that if she didn’t it would just get much more annoying.

“Fine.” She finally relents. “So you know why I’m here…?”

“I do. Honestly it’s a bit embarrassing you took this long to notice.” Morgan puts her chin onto her palm.

“Was… was it that obvious?” Artoria asks a bit dumbfounded.

“Yes.” She responds without missing a beat. “It was. I’m pretty sure everyone in Britain knew.”

“I-” Artoria puts her face into her hands, half embarrassed and the rest devastated. “I’m such a fool.” She could feel the tears begin to come back, but none came out. There was a sudden chill at Artoria’s back, making her pull out of her hands and look back to her sister.

She was rubbing her back in a comforting way, she had a small smile on her face, a genuine expression that Artoria hadn’t seen in a long time. She felt her cheeks warm up the longer she looked at her, it was an unfamiliar sensation and she wasn’t sure how to feel about it. Coming back to reality, Artoria turned her head away, waiting for the red on her cheeks to die down.

“I… don’t even know why I’m so upset.” Artoria finally admits, satisfied that she’s not showing any blush. “Me and Guinevere weren’t even that close. Our marriage was a farce.. yet I’m…” She stops, not wanting to finish that sentence.

Morgan’s comforting motions stopped for a second, the chill of her hand much more prominent now that it was not in motion.

“You’re not a fool for feeling hurt.” She whispers tenderly, making Artoria look back over. “Any sane man would be hurt by their wife’s adultery.”

“But why…” Artoria questions. “Why am I feeling like this…?” Morgan didn’t immediately respond, a look of thought spreading across her face as she thought about her sister’s question. Her unfamiliarity with her sister really rearing its head.

“...Perhaps you got too attached.” Morgan offered, resuming her caress on her sisters back. “You and Guinevere were charading a marriage for so long… perhaps subconsciously, you started to believe it.” She pauses again for a couple seconds. “...Like an actor that became too immersed in their role.” Morgan removed her hand from her back and instead put it atop of Artoria’s.

Artoria wasn’t sure what to make of that. It was… an answer. There was no denying that. But whether or not it was satisfactory was a different conversation entirely. She didn’t pull her hand away from her sister’s, but she was definitely weary of it.

“...so how do I make these feelings… stop?” She questions hoping there was some special remedy or some spell Morgan could conjure up to make her feel better.

“You can’t. At least not at this moment.” Morgan’s answer hurt to hear, yet Artoria knew it was true.

“...so what should I do? I… feel so lost.” She looked back at her sisters face, the tears threatening to come back. As much as Morgan enjoyed watching her sister cry, she didn’t want her to have a complete breakdown, so she gets an idea. She increases the grip on her sisters hand just enough so she would pay attention to her.

“Sister.” She called out to her in a voice that made Artoria feel... strange things. “Would you… like a distraction?”

Artoria could tell, there was something behind those words. Something that she most likely wouldn’t like, but her offer was… very tempting. Her mind had been a mess, a tangle of thoughts that kept perpetuating her terrible feelings about herself, a vicious cycle that only exhausted her more. So anything would have been nice to take her mind off of things.

“...Sure.” She finally says, wondering what kind of spell Morgan could use to distract her.

But it seemed Morgan’s idea of a distraction was much different from Artoria’s.

Morgan took her hand off Artoria’s and placed it onto her cheek. Then she leaned in and pressed her lips against hers, catching them in a tender kiss. Artoria’s eyes went wide as she her sister’s soft lips crash against hers, she froze, her brain ceasing all its previous activity to instead make her focus on the warm feeling Morgan’s lips were giving her.

She felt the urge to pull away, knowing that what they were doing was taboo. But another feeling prevented her, one that wanted to continue to have her sister kiss her, and for a reason she couldn’t quite explain, the latter feeling was winning. She relaxed her shoulders and closed her eyes along with her sister, fully engrossing herself in the kiss.

It lasted for what felt like forever, or perhaps Artoria wanted it to last forever. The outside world all but disappeared the longer the two of them kissed, all her worries, melting away with Morgans lips. Artoria’s own hand went up, she prodded at air for a couple seconds before finally landing on Morgan’s cheek, just like she had did for her.

The burning of her lungs interrupted their moment, reluctantly she pulled away from Morgan, opening her eyes as she caught her breath. Her sister watched her with a smirk on her face, both of their hands were still attached to the others cheek as they stared into each others eyes.

Both of them were silent, Artoria’s heavy breathing the only thing filling their ears. Morgan shifted her hand on her sisters cheek, both of them going up to join around her sisters neck to pull her in close and press their foreheads together. The king stared into her sisters hypnotic emerald eyes, if she wasn’t careful she would get lost in them and she wouldn’t ever want to return.

Their faces were millimeters away from each other, Morgan’s breath ghosting against Artoria’s face making the sight all the more tantalizing. A sudden rush of lust hit Artoria as she closed the distance, pressing their lips together once more. Both of them closing their eyes as soon as they felt each others lips.

A sudden spark of surprise hit Artoria as she felt her sisters tongue invade her mouth. But that only lasted a couple seconds before she reciprocated, both of them feverishly fighting for dominance with the others tongue, a battle none of them wanted to win. Lust clouded the kings mind the longer their embrace went on, a familiar tightness beginning to press against the fabric of her pants.

Lustfully, Artoria pressed her body against her sister, pushing the both of them down onto the mattress as she slowly began to grind her hips against Morgan’s. A giggle escaping her mouth as she felt her sisters arousal. It seems she was already raring to go and that made her elated.

Their seemed to went on as long as the last one, if not longer. Artoria did her best to ignore the lack of oxygen, but she was only human. Their tongue wrestling had to be put to a halt as she pulled away to breathe. When she reopened her eyes she noticed what she was doing with her hips, a low moan escaping Morgan’s lips everytime she rubbed against her entrance.

Morgan let go one hand go off of Artoria’s neck and wrapped it around the tent in her pants, marveling at how much heat was coming off of it, the fabric doing nothing to conceal it. Artoria felt a moan come up when her sisters hand touched her, but she stifled it, a sight that Morgan did like, but also made her frustrated.

“Let me hear your moans.” She whispers sultrily, getting up from the mattress to get a better on her sisters cock.

Her fingers danced around the outline of Artoria’s cock, the iciness of her body bringing a nice contrast to her warmth. It didn’t take long for the first bead of pre-cum to stain her pants, the sight of it made Morgan’s desire to come in proper contact with her sister’s member exponentially increase.

So she grabbed onto the hem of her sister’s pants and pulled them down along with her undergarments. A smile appeared on her face as she saw all eight inches of her sisters cock in front of her. She reached over and wrapped her hand around it, a shiver of pleasure running through Artoria has she finally got the skin-to-skin contact she didn’t know she needed.

Just like Morgan had requested, Artoria didn’t hold back her moans when her sister began to stroke her. It was slow and deliberate at first, Morgan wanted her sister to feel the slightest bit of movement that came from her fingers. Her movements were rhythmic, each time she reached halfway down the shaft she would bring them right back up.

Artoria had always (unwillingly) heard rumors of how good her sister was in bed, and with how euphoric she was feeling with just her hand, she was beginning to believe they were true. Her moans were out of control and Morgan relished in that fact. A sense of pride filling her at even the smallest squeak her sister let out, she loved knowing that she was making her feel good.

That want to her moan only grew, so when she was halfway down again she brought it the rest of the way to the base and leaned her head in, inhaling its scent before planting a kiss right on Artoria’s tip. The taste of her pre-cum igniting something fierce within her. Parting her lips, Morgan it into her mouth.

The king let out a sharp gasp as she felt her bottom half become engulfed into her sisters incredible mouth. Despite the rest of her body being cold as ice, her mouth was so warm. Internally, Artoria had to remind herself not to cum immediately so she could enjoy this for longer. As good as Morgan was with her hands, she was twice as good with her mouth.

Morgan expertly worked her way down Artoria shaft, her tongue wrapping around it the best it could when she was below the tip and prodding at the hole in her tip when she was at her tip. She was going at pace that was agonizing to Artoria. She was getting impatient, she wanted to feel more of her sisters mouth, but it seems like all she wanted was to tease her.

So, when Morgan was back at her tip, she gently grabbed her head with one hand and pushed her all the way down. A jolt of surprise hit Morgan as her sisters cock was suddenly shoved down her throat, she gagged a bit before steadying her breathing and adapting to it. She was surprised by this sudden show of dominance, but she definitely wasn’t upset either.

With Artoria’s hand guiding her, Morgan’s pace increased exponentially. Her head bobbing up and down at speeds that tempted her sister to explode each new cycle. But again, she did her best to hold on.

Despite her efforts, she didn’t last that long. Once Morgan was at the base once more, Artoria couldn’t last any longer and she finally saw white, she came releasing all of her cum down her sisters throat, not caring about the troubles it might have caused her sister while she enjoyed the mind-numbing sensation of her orgasm. While Morgan made sure not to pull away, so she could swallow all of it. Which was becoming increasingly difficult as her sisters load just wouldn’t stop.

She was unprepared for how much her sister would let out, she would have choked on it if she wasn’t so good with her mouth. When her load finally began to die down, Morgan internally breathed a sigh of relief. She gulped down the last few remnants that came out of her sisters cock and pulled away from her sisters crotch and stared up at her with a smirk, a bit of semen still on her lips.

“Almost drowned me there.” She teases, making Artoria smile as well. She always liked the sarcastic side of Morgan.

“You got something…” She brings her fingers up to wipe her semen off her lips, but before she pull her hand away, Morgan gently grasped them and pulled them towards her, sticking them in her mouth as she licked all over Artoria’s two fingers, she wanted all of her sisters essence inside of her.

Artoria watched in amazement as Morgan gave a thorough cleaning of her fingers, her tongue going in between them, around them, across them, any motion she could think of, Morgan did to her fingers. When she was finally satisfied, she pulled them out of her mouth with a pop. And within a couple seconds all the stamina Artoria may have lost from cumming earlier was now back tenfold.

And that didn’t go unnoticed by Morgan, her sisters energy excited her. She pulled back enough so Artoria could see her legs and she spread them, showing Artoria just how wet she was. Her thighs were almost completely drenched and the dress she was wearing was now unusable for proper clothing.

So, Artoria did the only logical thing.

She grabbed onto her and ripped apart her dress, exposing her dripping wet pussy to her, and also revealing that she wasn’t wearing any panties. This time, it was Artoria’s turn to smirk as she rubbed her index finger against her sister’s folds, not going in just yet to tease her.

“No undergarments? How perverted of you.” Morgan couldn’t hold in her voice as her sister mercilessly teased her, she had been aching for this moment for a while and now she was denying her the pleasure she so desperately needed.

“Y-you’re the one who a-ah!” She couldn’t finish her sentence before getting cut off by another moan. She wanted to reach up and maybe grab Artoria’s arm, force her to properly finger her, but she had all but lost strength in those at this point, the best she could do was gently place her hand onto Artoria’s free arm, a silent plea for her to give her what she wanted.

And as much as Artoria wanted to continue to tease her, the cute face she was making just too much for her to ignore. So, she finally shoved her finger inside of Morgan’s dripping pussy, giving her what she had been craving.

A loud euphoric moan came out from Morgan, instinctively she began tightening around Artoria’s digit, wanting to get as much pleasure out of her as she could. Her hand gripped tighter onto her sisters arm, needing support from her sisters pleasurable assault.

Meanwhile Artoria was amazed by just how much her sisters folds were constricting around her finger. The pressure was so delightfully tight that Artoria couldn’t help but imagine what it would be like for her cock to be in her fingers’ place, but she discarded those thoughts quickly, she wouldn’t need to imagine soon enough.

Slowly, she began to pull her finger out but was met with heavy resistance from her sister’s insides, almost as if her body didn’t want to let her go, an idea that made Artoria’s heart flutter. But Morgan didn’t have to worry at all, because as soon as her fingertip was about to leave, she quickly pushed it back in. The suddenness of it coerced a sweet moan out of Morgan’s mouth, a small giggle escaped Artoria’s mouth, inaudible to Morgan at the moment, as she relished in the beautiful sounds of her sisters moans.

She repeated her motions over and over, each one eliciting a louder moan from her sister, the noises culminating in a sexy symphony that both of them were too invested in to properly hear. Each thrust back in hit a sensitive spot within Morgan, she could feel herself getting closer to an orgasm… but something felt wrong. It took a bit but then she realized what it was.

Morgan let go of her sisters hand and instead wrapped both arms around her neck, pulling her in close-r. Artoria wasn’t oblivious to that sign and she inserted another finger inside because of it, but before Morgan could let out any more noises, Artoria trapped her lips in another kiss.

It didn’t take long until Morgan was finally pushed over the edge. She pulled away from the kiss and locked eyes with her sister, a silent message in them that Artoria already heard well before.

“A-Artoria! I-I’m-!” She couldn’t finish that sentence before her orgasm finally caught up to her. Her surroundings disappear and her mind goes blank, her eyes closed tightly as she engrosses herself in the mind melting pleasure her sisters was giving her. Her grip around Artoria’s neck tightened at first, but the strength in them very quickly faded the longer she came.

Coming back to reality was difficult, many times Morgan wanted to get lost in this high, just keep feeling it for eternity if that was even possible. But like all things in life, it couldn’t. Her eyes opened back up as her mind began to function again, constant pants coming from her mouth as she began to register how exhausted this made her. She hadn’t had an orgasm that good in a while and damn was it showing its effects.

Her hands finally fell to her sides as Artoria slowly began to pull her fingers out. An action Morgan gleefully accepted, the pull letting her feel just how deep her sisters digits were buried inside of her. Once they were completely out, Artoria stared at her fingers in amazement, Morgan’s juices coating every centimeter of them, some even got on her arm which made her just a bit confused.

Feeling curious, Artoria brought her fingers up to her lips and tasted them. Surprise hits her face as she tastes just how good it was. “Delicious…” She whispers to herself, bringing in more of her two fingers to taste more of her sister. Her eyes darted back over to her sister, she had fully recovered at this point and she was tempted to taste more of her right now, but it seemed she knew what she was thinking and quickly grabbed her cheeks, making her look into her emerald eyes.

“Artoria, I want you to ravish me.” She says her gaze intense and her tone impatient. She let go of her cheeks and laid back down on the mattress, she spread her legs apart, her drenched pussy on full display for her sister. A small sense of pride welled up inside of Artoria, knowing that shewas the one who caused Morgan to get this aroused.

“Of course My Lady.” Artoria sarcastically replies with a small chuckle. She slowly positions herself right against her entrance, she was a bit nervous. This would be the first time she (consciously) had sex with someone else and she was wondering if she was doing anything wrong, she had been mostly relying on instinct these last couple moments and it worked very well.

But she wasn’t sure if she could continue to do that now, this was as much a pleasurable experience for Morgan as it was for her. She didn’t want to make the opening act the most engaging after all. However Morgan was perceptive, she also noticed her hesitation and put her hand onto Artoria’s arm, giving it a gentle squeeze and her a reassuring smile.

A soft blush appeared on Artoria’s cheeks, her lips curving into a smile matching her sisters. Her emotional support for the last… however long she had been there, was highly appreciated by her. Unconsciously, she had been relying on Morgan for support, and the fact she was willing to help her to this degree was… relieving to say the least.

With newfound confidence, Artoria realigned herself with her sisters entrance and, with one more deep breath, pushed her hips forward. A blazing inferno of pleasure engulfed the two of them as the tip finally penetrated her sister. Moans escaping the both of them as Artoria began to bury herself deeper and deeper.

The pleasure was like nothing she ever felt before, an indescribable sensation of ecstasy flooding her lower half as she enjoyed the feeling of being inside her sister. Just like she had expected from before, the pressure inside was much greater than when she had her finger inside of her, a much welcome surprise to the king.

It didn’t take long until Artoria finally bottomed out, her pelvis meeting with her sisters. They stayed stationary for a moment, both enjoying the sensation of being inside the other. The way Morgan was constricting around Artoria’s cock was just heavenly and Morgan could very easily say the same about the feeling of her sisters cock inside of her.

Savoring the moment, both of them closed their eyes. The world around them both figuratively and literally disappearing around them as they enjoyed the moment, any thoughts of past emotional turmoil or anything of the sort all but gone as they get lost in each others bodies.

Once their eyes reopened, Artoria’s hips began to move again. Slowly, she pulled her hips back, just like with her fingers she made sure Morgan felt each and every centimeter of her cock. A whimper came out of Morgan when she felt the tip right about to exit the heat of her pussy, she knew Artoria wouldn’t completely pull out, not yet at least, but she thought her sister would enjoy it.

And enjoy it she did.

Just as slow as before, Artoria began to push herself back inside, ensuring that every inch of her cock was deep inside her sister before repeating the process. Each time she was fully sheathed the tip of her member hit a sensitive spot within Morgan, causing her to quiver in delight without fail. Her sister was a better lover than she expected.

Steadily, their pace began to increase. Morgan’s hips beginning to move in tandem with her sisters. Their movements incrementally creating a second symphony, one that was much more passionate than before. Artoria noticing her hands were idle decided to make use of them and brought them up to play with her sisters breasts. The cloth of her dress being the only flimsy barrier between the proper skin-to-skin contact.

She grabbed the dress and pulled it down, it gave way easily and she could finally see the beauty of her sisters breasts. They were bigger than her own, yet they fit perfectly in her hand, almost as if they were made for her. She kneaded the flesh and played with her nipples, occasionally flicking and pinching the hardened tips, a gasp of pleasure escaping Morgan each time she does.

Her hips weren’t stagnant either, their pace increasing to an intense degree as both their minds were focused only on the pleasure they can get from the other. The slapping of skins and the heavy breathing composing into a steady rhythm that both of them got very quickly accustomed to. Artoria became very attentive to where Morgan felt it the most, and she made sure to hit those spots everytime she thrusted back inside her.

And her efforts didn’t go unrewarded. Morgan felt herself getting increasingly closer to another orgasm, one bigger than all the others. However she wasn’t content in cumming alone, she wanted to share her orgasm with her sister, so as much as she still could, she tightened her walls against her cock, something that Artoria immediately noticed and understood.

She had been trying her best not to cum for a while, so knowing her partner was close as well was quite a relief, even if she wasn’t… lasting the longest. Again, she increased her speed. Her hips going into overdrive as she pumped into her as hard and as fast as she could.

Morgan’s hands wrapped around her sisters neck again, holding onto her tightly as she prepared herself for another orgasm. Artoria stared into her sisters eyes, getting lost in their emerald expanse while her hands were still playing with her breasts. Their breath was ghosting on each other as they slowly inched closer to each other.

Then their lips met for once final time. Both of them indulging in one last ravenous kiss, pouring all of their lust and passion into it. Artoria removed her hands from Morgan’s breasts and wrapped them around Morgan’s neck, just like she did with her. This kiss seemed to last longer than all the others, neither one of them wanting to pull their lips away from the other, both of them wanting to burn this feeling into their very souls if they could.

Unfortunately, things don’t work out they way you want. Artoria pulled away from Morgan, feeling out of breath for… multiple reasons. Despite that she still thrusted as hard as she could into her sister, feeling her constrict around her more intensely than before.

“A-Artoria, I’m close…” Morgan whispered, her breath hot against Artoria’s face.

“S-so am I.” She replied. Both of them increased the grip of their embrace on the other, Artoria’s hips moving faster then she ever thought possible. Until she finally couldn’t hold it any longer. “I’m cumming!” Artoria warned.

“Don’t hold back…” Morgan whispered, wrapping her legs around her sisters waist, a very physical sign for her to not pull out. “Do it…” She didn’t need any more encouragement.

With one final thrust, Artoria fully sheathed herself inside Morgan once more and finally blew her load. A flood of semen exploding into Morgan’s insides as both of them began to see white. The euphoria of the situation taking over their minds as more and more came out of Artoria. Both of them still held onto the other tight, afraid they might get lost in the pleasure if they weren’t holding onto their partner.

Their orgasm was almost eternal, semen relentlessly invading Morgan’s womb, each additional spurt another attempt to impregnate her, and she was accepting all of it graciously. She knew she wouldn’t actually get pregnant (not yet), but the feeling was very much enjoyed.

However, nothing can last forever. After a while of Artoria continuously flooding her sisters womb with semen, the stream finally began to die down, the last few remnants of semen finally coming out of her cock as both of them opened their eyes. The bliss from their mutual orgasm dying down as their exhaustion began to catch up to them.

For just a moment, they stayed like that. Artoria’s dick resting snugly inside of the tight, warm, walls of Morgan’s pussy, both of them basking in the afterglow and catching their breath. Their arms let go of each others necks and a smile creeped up on Morgan’s face, her hand reached over and put it on her sisters cheek.

“It seems my distraction worked well.” She teased, a bit of blush covering Artoria’s face as she heard the gentle tone her voice took.

“Yeah…” She says with a chuckle, her lips curving into a smile as well. “Thank you…” Artoria says as she pulls out of Morgan, her exit letting all the semen flood out of Morgan’s womb, and leaving a distinct emptiness within her.

It was then that the exhaustion fully caught up to her. She couldn’t find the strength to stay up on the mattress anymore and collapsed onto it, Morgan right by her side watching her with that same gentle smile. It was strange really, her sister seemed like… an entirely different person. Artoria reached over and put her hand onto Morgan’s cheek, just like she did for her. This time, Morgan had the blush on her face.

“Morgan…” She calls her name, her voice soft and dreamy, already on the brink of falling asleep. “I love-” Before she could finish that sentence, Morgan’s hand quickly moved over and put her index finger on Artoria’s lips, shushing her very effectively.

“Shhh. You’re tired dear sister.” Her voice was hypnotic, almost like a lullaby rocking her gently to dreamland. “Rest now, before you say something you regret.” Artoria wanted to object, but she knew her sister was right. She should rest. So, she closed her eyes and let her body get the rest it so desperately wanted.

Morgan watched as her sisters breathing steadied, a soft sigh escaping her as she laid on her back. She glanced one more time at Artoria, the words she was about to say lingering on her mind as she closed her eyes as well. There would be another time for those words to be said, perhaps in a bedroom within a castle in the middle of the night, but now was not the time.

With that final thought, Morgan joined her sister in dreamland.

…

“You have everything correct?” Morgan asked for what must have been the fifteen time.

“Yes I do.” Artoria lifts herself onto the horse, making sure she was steady before grabbing the reigns.

“Sword, bag, clothes-”

“Morgan, I got everything.” She repeats with a smile, that seemed to reassure her.

“And you remember the story?” She questions.

“I went into the forest to slay the dastardly faeries abducting people.” Her summary seemed to satisfy Morgan as she nodded at her. “I’ll be fine Mother.” Her sarcastic tone caused Morgan to giggle a bit.

“Alright. Ride safe.” She says one more as well, Artoria nods in confirmation and gets the horse moving. Morgan watches the horse trot away with a melancholic expression on her face, she knew they would see each other again, it was all but guaranteed, but seeing her sister walk away like that… just brought up a strange feeling within her.

Once Artoria was out of sigh, Morgan’s smile dropped, her eyes became much colder and her posture much more guarded. “I’ll be the death of that girl one day.” It wasn’t said like a vow, or a promise. But rather an admission. An admission to the inevitable future she would have to face. Even if that day wasn’t today, she knew it would happen eventually.

With one final look in the direction Artoria went, Morgan turned around as well, disappearing within the trees.

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