Her cunt was dripping, throbbing with need, and she couldn't wait a moment longer.
Gazing at his proudly standing cock, she straddled his waist, spreading her legs on either side.
Her bare figure loomed above him like a regal vision, offering the full view of her majestic form to the young man lying beneath her.
From below, he could clearly see the soft swell of her breasts, the taut lines of her abdomen, and between her thighs, her soaked rosy pussy glistening in the low light, inviting him to enter.
Without a word, she reached down and grabbed his raw shaft, aligning it with her moist entrance.
Her fingers lingered just long enough to tease him with the heat radiating from her pussy.
Then, putting her palms on his chest, she sank down on him, inch by inch, as if deliberately showing her charming movements for him to see.
And Alvin didn't blink an eye.
Staring closely at her delicate pink fleshy lips, stretching as she took his cock deep within her pink canal.
"Umm~~!!"
The moment, her fleshy hole devoured his cock, both moaned simultaneously.
Alvin gasped at the warmth and tightness of the king of knights.
Fuck, she is as tight as ever.
Like he had never fucked her before!
Her pussy was so fucking good!
No matter how many times they did it, he could never get enough.
Artoria looked down at the young man, who looked mesmerized by the sensation of her pussy, even though she hadn't even taken half of his tool.
To be honest, she was no different.
The sensation of his mighty rod inside the deepest of her depths, was just otherworldly.
The way his shaft fit in so perfectly, teasing all of her sensitive zones made her shudder in pleasure.
Her big tits heaved and shook beneath her chest as she panted heavily.
She was not in a hurry to take him all at once, instead, she slowly twisted her waist and squeezed his cock with her flesh hold, making him enjoy the delicate softness.
Alvin, who was enduring her assault, was speechless.
This feeling made him feel like he was in heaven.
A tingling and numb feeling rose in his cock, as if his semen was about to ejaculate at this moment, because the pink and plump clam lips were sucking too tightly.
"Lily ..." He looked at the woman, who was too hell bent on teasing him, and whispered.
"Um.." Artoria didn't look down.
"Alvin..." Her cold face was flushed at this moment, she was biting her lips, as if enduring something.
Although he really wanted to chuckle at her antics of not admitting defeat but it's better to throw straight ball at a tsundere.
"Kiss me.."
Looking into her eyes, he spoke as the latter smiled charmingly.
"Well..." With that said, she leaned down and kissed him.
Their lips overlapped, tongues swirled as the two tasted each other's salivas.
While kissing the young man, Artoria, slightly raised her plump and firm buttocks, one more and then sat down suddenly with force, taking him all the way in until her ass met his thighs.
"Mmhmmm~~!"
The plump buttocks swallowed the meat cock in an instant, and the slippery vaginal fluid splashed everywhere as her extremely elastic hole quickly closed and tightly clamped the stem.
In an instant, the air was quiet, with only the sound of rapid and heavy breathing.
Artoria was panting heavily, breathing hot air into his mouth as her tongue played with his.
Alvin, on the other hand, responded to her enthusiasm with the same enthusiasm of his own..
At this moment, his cock was tightly wrapped by the vagina, and the contracting vaginal walls were gently caressed his shaft.
The wrinkles were like small hands, massaging it with each movement, sending waves of pleasure all over his spine..
The two stayed in this position for a while, kissing passionately, before they finally pulled back.
As a thin bridge of saliva formed between their mouths, Artoria began to move, slowly at first, lifting her hips until only the tip remained inside, then sinking back down with a sharp exhale through her nose.
Beneath her, his hands instinctively reached for her hips, but she caught his wrists and pinned them against the mattress.
"Don't move," she said, her voice low, commanding, yet trembling ever so slightly with restrained pleasure. "Let me handle this."
Alvin could only obey her wishes.
Watching wide-eyed, as she rode him, slowly and steadily.
Her tits bounced softly with every thrust, and the wet sound of their bodies meeting filled the room, quickening with her pace.
Her walls gripped him tightly, her slick warmth coaxing every ounce of control from him.
She leaned forward, her lips brushing his ear.
"You're mine right now. Every. Fucking. Inch."
Her possessive tone sent shivers down his spine as she slammed her hips down harder, faster, fucking him with regal intensity, like the king she was.
After a few minutes, her beautiful eyes turned moist, her breathing becoming fragrant and moist.
She bent down and put her red lips on Alvin's face, and placed gentle kisses on it, from his cheek to nose, lips to chin, and then to his neck...
The moist and soft red lips touched the side of his neck again and again as she rode him wild.
She buried her head in his neck and kissed him gently, like a dragonfly touching the water, bringing a subtle and comfortable touch.
"Ahnnn~!!"
"Ohh~~!!"
With every thrust, the umbrella-shaped edges of the glans would ruthlessly scrape the pink and tender flesh of the vagina, bringing out a little splash of flower dew.
In the end, Artoria buried herself in Alvin's arms, her naked skin pressed tightly against his, her breasts rubbing against his, her red lips kissing him, her ears rubbing against his...
As the man and woman embraced each other face to face, with their cheeks touching and necks kissing, all the while shouting and screaming in ecstacy.
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Two days later.
Deep within the lavish interior of Camelot's royal palace, in a luxurious room, Tiamat, with her blue hair and crimson eyes, was listlessly gnawing on a large roasted drumstick.
Even as she ate her meal, her mind was elsewhere, still worried about her boy.
Tiamat hadn't been sleeping well lately.
As the banished Mother of Creation, she used to suffer frequent nightmares back in the Imaginary World.
But for the past few days, those nightmares had diminished significantly.
Especially during the time Alvin took her to visit King Marco's estate, it had been the happiest two days she could remember.
But now… she was once again feeling down.
It had been quite some time since she last saw Alvin.
Sure, they hadn't known each other long.
But the child was handsome, sweet-talking, and even willing to take her out for fun.
He was a very good boy.
Tiamat couldn't help but care.
And even though their contract allowed her to sense that he was safe and unharmed… why hadn't he come to see her even once since they returned to the palace?
'Maybe I should go find him myself…?'
As she enjoyed her food, such idle thoughts drifted through her mind.
Just then, the door creaked open from outside and the afternoon sunlight spilled in through the window, casting a soft glow on the face of the handsome young man standing at the entrance.
"Aaa?!"
Tiamat instantly looked up, her beautiful eyes lightening up the moment she saw Alvin.
"Why do you look so pale?"
However, she quickly wrote in her notebook.
Alvin's eyes were a bit glazed over and weakly waved his hand, sighing,
"Don't ask. It's nothing serious. I just… became a Holy Grail for a bit."
High EQ: "I became a Holy Grail."
Low EQ: "I got wrecked in the basement."
"…Aaaa."
Tiamat nodded thoughtfully, as if she'd understood something.
She held a teacup in one hand, and half a piece of white bread in the other.
Crumbs scattered down onto her chest and her gorgeous red eyes sparkled with innocent curiosity, giving her an adorably dazed look.
Alvin glanced discreetly a few times and, surprisingly, felt his spirits lift.
Not gonna lie… Tia mama really is so huge.
Easily the biggest I've ever seen…
Just then, Tiamat looked up, thought for a moment, and held out the rest of her bread to him.
"I'm not hungry…" Alvin waved it off gently. "Have you seen Ishtar anywhere?"
He cut straight to the point.
Though he hadn't been completely idle the last two days, whether doing proper things, or being forced into improper ones, his mind had still been preoccupied with Ishtar.
Tiamat shook her head lightly.
"I haven't seen her since the first day."
Alvin's brain shifted into overdrive, replaying everything from his earlier interaction with Ishtar.
If Morgan's suspicion is right, and Ishtar really descended with Gaia's permission… then her true purpose becomes incredibly suspicious.
Also… after returning to the palace with us, she suddenly vanished.
So, did she go back to Marco's estate?
Or… is she still inside the palace, just hiding somewhere?
"Do you want me to help look for her?" Tiamat offered as she gently patted Alvin's arm.
Snapping out of his thoughts, Alvin smiled and shook his head.
"It's okay. I've got my own way."
After all, Tiamat, being the Mother Goddess of Creation, had top-tier perception… but right now, she was still in spiritual form, and entirely powered by Alvin's magic.
If he let her go all out to search for Ishtar, then even the White Dragon Core probably wouldn't survive the mana drain…
Besides, wasn't there someone else even more suited to the job of finding a person?
"Please, just stay here in the palace for now," Alvin said. "I've already spoken with King Arthur. No one will disturb your peace."
Even if Alvin hadn't said anything, both Artoria and the rest of the royal household would have known what to do.
After all, Tiamat's very existence was terrifying enough… and that was just her spiritual projection. If Tiamat's true body were ever to awaken and descend on the land of Britain… just imagining it was enough to make one's blood run cold.
One had to remember that in the original story, even with the combined efforts of all the heroic spirits and gods of Uruk throwing everything they had at her, they could only barely slow Tiamat's advance and that was with her own powers still sealed.
'I was really lucky to stumble across her in the Imaginary World… If her true body had awakened one day, then all the Age of Gods magi, modern transmigrators, everyone would be finished.'
Schemes and plots, betrayals and alliances, all meaningless before that kind of absolute power.
Forget Age of Gods mages, even Merlin was probably restless in Avalon these days.
Not just because Alvin was looking for him… Merlin probably desperately wanted to see Alvin himself by now.
Alvin couldn't help but smile wryly at the thought, then prepared to leave.
Tiamat suddenly grabbed a big meat bun from the table, took a fierce bite, then stuffed the still half-eaten bun into a paper bag and shoved it into Alvin's arms.
"Aaaa (don't go hungry)," she said in her usual notebook scribble.
At least give me a whole bun… Alvin accepted the paper bag, helplessly. "Thanks…"
"Well, I'll be going then. If you need anything, just call for me."
"Aaa~"
Watching Alvin carefully put the bun away, Tiamat nodded in satisfaction and waved him off.
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Avalon.
A small river trickled softly, green leaves rustled, and sunlight of perfect warmth fell across the land, glinting on a tall tower rising under the vast dome of the sky.
Merlin was sitting cross-legged inside the tower, gazing out with deep, thoughtful eyes.
A white, fluffy creature slept peacefully on his shoulder, perfectly at ease.
"So he's finally come out, has he?"
Watching Alvin appear in the royal palace, the white-haired mage's lips curved in a faintly meaningful smile.
Ever since Alvin had returned to the palace, Merlin hadn't dared to use his clairvoyance, fearing Tiamat might notice again.
Looking at things now, this was probably the best chance to meet him alone.
Merlin gently stroked the white creature's soft fur and said,
"Fou, wait here a moment. I'm going to visit an old friend."
"Fou~" Fou lifted its head and let out a pampered, affectionate call.
At this point in the timeline, Fou still hadn't been kicked out of the tower by Merlin, and so still carried a deep fondness for him.
Fou, also known as the "Primate Murderer," the holder of the Principle of Comparison, the so-called Beast IV, was in some sense on the same rank as Tiamat.
Of course… the Mother Goddess of Creation's scale was so outrageously beyond measure that even a beast-class designation was more like a limiter than a boost.
That was precisely why Merlin regarded Tiamat with such caution and even fear.
If her true body really did descend and incinerate humanity's foundations, there'd be no more fun left for him to spy on with his clairvoyance.
Merlin closed his eyes briefly.
In the next instant, a projection of himself quietly opened its eyes within the royal palace and saw the young man already standing there, seemingly having arrived unnoticed.
Merlin smiled: "Alvin, seeing you alive puts me at ease."
Alvin smiled too.
"Seeing you still have the guts to show your face in front of me puts me at ease, too."
The White Dragon Core was already humming with power.
Merlin let out a helpless shrug.
"Don't look at me like that… I was also sabotaged by the Root Empress behind the scenes. That's why I accidentally sent you into the Imaginary Number Space."
"Oh?" Alvin raised an eyebrow. "Whether it was an accident or on purpose… you should know the truth in your own heart."
Even if this was just a projection, Merlin was still the Grand Caster and Alvin didn't believe he could be so easily manipulated by Manaka Saijyou.
Pretending he'd been secretly manipulated by Manaka, then using that chance to exile Alvin to the Imaginary Number World…
That was hardly something Merlin couldn't have done.
Merlin showed a helpless smile.
"Alvin, I'm not as… ruthless as you think."
"That isn't ruthless," Alvin replied calmly, "You're a rational monster. Everything you do is simply to achieve your own goals, isn't it?"
Merlin was a monster, after all, he didn't truly possess cruelty or anger in the human sense.
Everything he did was purely to create more interesting spectacles for himself, nothing more.
Merlin opened his mouth, wanting to respond, but Alvin cut him off:
"Let's not talk about this for now. You should already know why I came looking for you."
"You want me to help you locate Ishtar, and confirm whether she's actually connected to 'Gaia,' correct?"
Merlin sighed lightly.
"When you're asking someone for a favor, can't you show a little better attitude?"
"I'm not asking you," Alvin said flatly. "I'm ordering you."
Ordering…?
At that moment, the nightmare known as Merlin paused, blinking at Alvin in astonishment.
Then, he broke into helpless laughter.
"How amusing… In all the years I've lived in Britain, this is the first time someone's ever spoken to me that way."
Merlin shook his head with a faint smile. "Alvin, you should know even if you destroy this projection… I won't die."
As long as the "Merlin" in Avalon Tower still lived, he could manifest infinite avatars.
That was the fun of humanity as long as even one person remained alive, this world would never be boring.
"If I were you, I'd rephrase that with a gentler tone… maybe Big Brother Merlin will feel generous enough to help."
"Oh, or you could try calling me 'Merlin Big Brother' instead."
Alvin didn't answer.
He drew in a deep breath and slowly exhaled before turning to look at a certain direction deep within the royal palace as he opened his mouth—
The very air seemed to freeze adn Merlin eyed him warily.
"What are you doing…?"
In the next instant, empowered by magic, the White Dragon's roar echoed through the palace:
"Aaa——!!!"
Merlin's expression twitched.
"Aaaaa——?!?"
An instant later, another lovely voice answered from deep in the palace, harmonizing beautifully —
It was as if the entire palace trembled slightly.
Tiamat!
Merlin's smile froze solid.
His eyes widened as the realization sank in and he blurted out in a panic:
"Alvin, you—!"
How could someone be this shameless?!
Threatening him by literally calling for his mom?!
What kind of bullshit is this?!
Seeing the look of pure shock in Merlin's eyes, Alvin raised his head and smiled gently:
"So… will you help me now?"
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