A/N: I do like how I had about half a dozen people coming and asking for a Morgan fic, but I turned them down because I wasn't yet familiar with her character... and then saw one lovey image of her, and immediately wrote a wholesome fic of her. The power of imagery, I do suppose~
That said, do enjoy~
Entwine
''Master, take cover!''
''Right!''
Twin glowing arrows pierced through the lush green canopy overheard, soaring high into the afternoon sky – before with a flash they detonated into a blinding plume. Moments later countless arrows rained down upon the European forest below, snapping trunks and shattering stones as arrows smashed into the ground like a heavy rainstorm, blowing the various mythical creatures to piecing in moments; their dying shrieks fast to fade as they were eviscerated.
Ritsuka gazed at the rather beautiful slaughter with a tight smile, taking cover behind a thick oak tree. Stood just a dozen feet ahead of him was Atalanta, her bow slowly lowering now that her Noble Phantasm had been launched, eyes keenly observing the remnants of the monsters as they withered away, the last few arrows dealing the finishing blows to any who survived her Phoebus Catastrophe.
'Phew... remind me not to get on her bad side...' Ritsuka dryly quipped to himself.
It was a fairly normal 'mission' for the team. A minor singularity had spawned and they had been mobilised to solve it as quickly as possible, with the source of it said to be somewhere within medieval Europe. So far they'd encountered various monsters not native to the area or timeline, from Lamia to several Boggarts and even something that they at first thought was a dragon, only for it to be a malformed lizard changed by some unknown force – most likely the singularity – and spitting lobs of fire rather than breathing it.
Mercifully they had all been on the weaker side. Atalanta alone could more than likely handle them herself, but with Nero, Artoria and Okita they cleaned up shop easily. Their newest addition to their team also helped, though was much more reserved and more interested in analysing their surroundings rather than partaking in the fighting – though the moment he asked, she went ahead and fought without hesitation.
That new member being Morgan Le Fey.
The reminder of the woman made him look over, a slight smile crossing his face as he watched the pale-haired woman whack a stunned Boggart into the ground, killing it instantly with her staff. She huffed, disdainfully flicking her weapon to the side. Perhaps due to her history she had a very similar face to Artoria and her other look-a-likes, her regal beauty having never failed to catch his eye. Ever since she had joined Chaldea she had been somewhat distant, but a concerted effort on his part had brought them together, at least to the point that Morgan was comfortable in his presence.
Though the fact she called him 'Husband' so off-handedly, and so frequently, was a constant source of embarrassment. Ritsuka, however, took it in stride like he did all his other Servant's quirks.
Just then Morgan glanced back at him, locking eyes with him for several long moments, before silently looking away again. She planted her staff onto the dirt next to her and stared ahead at the lifeless bodies of monsters, silent and unmoving. Taking that as a cue Ritsuka approached her side, coming to a stop next to her – confident any further monsters would be eliminated long before they reached him.
''Are you alright?'' Ritsuka couldn't help but ask. Though her face remained apathetic, there was a slight dip to Morgan's brow, betraying her troubled thoughts.
The pale woman hummed. ''Of course. These creatures... they merely remind me of things I would rather not remember.''
Ritsuka blinked in slight surprise – before recalling her 'origin', as it were. The Fae. Though Lamia were hardly reminiscent of the devious creatures, Boggarts held some vague resemblance, if not in looks then in myth. He had a feeling if Morgan came upon any actual Fae she'd show a very unkind side of herself, a side he couldn't exactly fault. He just hoped that should such a thing ever occur, she'd at least come to her senses by the end of it.
''I see...'' He murmured. ''Do you wanna stay back, then? The others are more than capable of handling them on their own.''
''No.'' Morgan declined with a hum, stepping forth. ''I am more than capable of handling them myself, reminder or not.''
As if to punctuate that statement she swung her staff, lopping off the head of a Lamia that weakly lifted its torso up, killing it for good.
''Come, Husband.'' Morgan stated, peering back at him. ''Should you stay by my side, none of these vermin shall hurt you.''
Ritsuka chuckled sheepishly and complied, following close behind her as she led him through the ruined forest, the others all marching ahead as well.
X-x-X
Their expedition carried on until nightfall, by which point they had to give up – if only because he needed the rest more than they did.
Mercifully the singularity wasn't devoid of humans or anything. It was just a short walk to return to the nearby town they were using as their unofficial base-camp, with stone and wood buildings abound. The inn that they called home was a large one-storey thing at the edge of the town, the stone walls keeping the warmth inside and the hay roof illuminated by the warm fire in the middle of the room, several rooms locked behind wooden doors reserved for each of them.
Ritsuka had spent most of the evening eating and chatting with the women with him, resisting Nero's playful teasing and trying to coax Atalanta into drinking a little; a promise from Artoria to make sure nothing bad happened finally enticing the huntress to loosen up a little. Eventually though Ritsuka felt like the room was getting a little stuffy – and loud, thanks to Nero's drunken singing – and thus he decided to take a walk.
''Haah...''
The black-haired Master exhaled a breath, gazing up at the night sky. In town with very little lights on the stars were perfectly visible, only a scarce few clouds drifting through the air and failing to blot out the full moon, its silver rays shining down upon the forest that lined the edge of the town. It was a sharp contrast to modern cities where seeing the night sky so clearly was a challenge more than a normality, though given how many Singularities and Lostbelts he'd visited he'd had the pleasure of seeing the clear sky more often than most.
Ritsuka idly strolled down past the edge of the inn when movement caught his eye, tempting him to lower his gaze – and a flash of surprise filled him when he spotted Morgan disappearing into a stable, her long hair fluttering behind her as she melted into the shadows. He recalled how reserved she had been at dinner, mostly only talking with him or Atalanta, whilst keeping Artoria at arm's length. Something that Artoria herself did with equal measure, the two maintaining politeness even as they ignored each other so blatantly.
'What are you doing at the stables, though...?' Ritsuka wondered curiously, slowly making his way over.
The soft crunching of grass and dirt underfoot was the only sound, not even the wind howling. The stable was small with plain wood walls and a slanted roof, the heavy sliding door ajar and unlit, hiding what was within. As such when Ritsuka approached it he did so slowly, carefully laying a hand on the edge and peeking inside.
Only to be surprised as he found Morgan inside... petting a horse. The aforementioned horse looked at her slightly but appeared calm, letting the pale woman run her hand over its neck slowly, almost tenderly. From his position behind the door he could see her soft expression, her lips tilted up into a faint smile and her eyes wistful. With only a single barred window on the far wall illuminating the room in pale moonlight she looked distinctly... serene. Unburdened, in a way.
Gently Morgan rubbed the horse's neck once more before letting her hand drop. ''I know you're there, Husband.''
''Ah...'' Ritsuka sheepishly stepped out from behind the door. ''Sorry. Didn't want to disturb you.''
Morgan hummed, glancing over at him. The horse decided then to move on, its hoofs tapping against the hard stone floor as it marched into a separate stall area, probably its rest area. Morgan followed it, sliding shut the old wood door and sealing the horse away from them.
''It's fine.'' Morgan then at last spoke.
Ritsuka smiled. ''I didn't know you liked horses.''
Morgan's lips curled up into a slight smile. ''Yes. They... remind me of better times. Of more peaceful times, in a sense.''
The Master made an understanding hum, his cheeks colouring as Morgan looked at him – her icy-blue gaze focused, intense, yet soft. Slow as a gentle breeze she turned to face him, her heels tapping against the stone floor as she approached – before she smoothly snaked her arms over his shoulders, tangling them behind his back. The young man blushed at the sudden closeness but any protests caught in his throat, unable to tear his eyes away from Morgan's beautiful icy ones, her heart-shaped visage filling his vision.
''Though... I do think I prefer these days more, at times.'' Morgan mused. ''With you by my side, Husband... I do not mind these long days at all.''
Ritsuka chuckled sheepishly. His hands came to lay on her waist and Morgan rested her head on his shoulder, tucked into the crook of his head. The intimacy was new but he didn't reject it, holding onto Morgan and resting his chin on her head, their shared warmth contrasting the slight chill that the summer night brought.
Then Morgan shifted, lifting her head and resting her forehead against his, gazing into his eyes with her own icy ones. He found himself enamoured by them, losing track of time. For all he knew an hour could pass and he'd be none the wiser, though in truth it was only a matter of seconds and no more before Morgan blinked slowly, her hold on him becoming a little tighter. Ritsuka's cheeks warmed as she leaned in, her lips brushing just past his cheek and grazing his ear, allowing her to whisper into it.
''Do you know why, I call you 'Husband'...?'' She inquired.
''Uh... not really...?''
He could hear the smile in her voice. ''Because, my pure-hearted, naïve Master...''
She leaned back a bit, brushing her lips against his. ''I love you.''
Ritsuka's eyes widened in surprise and he moved to speak – only for Morgan to claim his lips in a kiss. It was sudden but gentle, her pale pink lips surprisingly soft as they pressed against his own. The arms wrapped around his neck stopped him from retreating and let him feel her warm body press against his, the simple kiss conveying the quiet adoration Morgan held for him. Slowly, as she dragged the kiss out, Ritsuka began to melt into it, his heart pounding in his chest as he leaned in and pushed back into the kiss.
Morgan's lips curled up into a pleased smile, their lips drifting apart for air a moment later, revealing said smile in all its beauty. The pale woman slid one hand down to his cheek and caressed it tenderly, a gentle sort of love within her eyes, awaiting his response. Swallowing Ritsuka replied not with words, but with actions; gently grasping the back of her head and pulling her into a kiss, their lips sealing together and muting Morgan's gentle hum, her eyes fluttering shut as they kissed.
''Mm...'' She slid a hand around to the back of his neck, tugging him down.
Enamoured by the pale woman Ritsuka didn't resist, only peripherally aware of Morgan easing down onto the floor and him following her. His hands left her waist, one holding her lower back and the other reaching out as they moved onto the floor, a small pile of hay being a suitable cushion to lay Morgan down upon.
''Hah... Husband...'' Morgan breathed against his lips – only to moan softly when he reclaimed her lips in a kiss, making the pale woman tilt her head back to keep it going.
Ritsuka shuddered as her hands slid down his back, curving around to his front. Just kissing Morgan was exciting in ways he hadn't previous thought possible, but also bubbled previously-unknown emotions up to the surface. He had always thought of her as beautiful in ways that even other female Servants couldn't compare to, her history drawing him to her. The more he had come to know her the more enamoured he felt, and it was only now, as he laid atop her with his lips on hers, that he realised it. He was falling for her.
Maybe it wasn't love. Maybe, it was just a crush. But all Ritsuka knew was that he wanted her; not just her body, but her heart and soul; every last part of her.
Morgan seemed to sense that, another little moan arising from her throat. One hand held the back of his head, her fingers tangling into his hair and pulling him down against her, keeping the kiss going until they were forced apart for air – and then after a few quick breaths they were back to kissing again, groans and moans shared between their mouths. She slid her hands back around to his front moments later, hastily starting to undo the top few buttons of his white jacket; getting them all undone by the time they broke apart from the kiss.
''Mm- haah...'' Ritsuka exhaled a hot breath. ''Morgan...''
The pale woman just smiled, head tilting slightly to the side. ''You know of my feelings, Husband, and I do yours. Take me as your wife, and I swear to you under this pale moon, I shall never leave your side, no matter what gods or Fae the world throws at us.''
Faced with such an oath Ritsuka couldn't resist; diving back down and claiming her lips in another kiss. Morgan moaned into it, her hands slithering over his black underskirt and undoing the buttons of it, at last peeling it open and exposing his chest to the cool night air. Her hands slid over his toned muscles intently, fingers applying a delicate amount of pressure to his ribs and pectorals, thumbs tracing slow circles around his nipples before she felt up his collarbone, committing all of it to memory.
Ritsuka shivered at her gentle touch, breaking off the kiss and gazing into Morgan's eyes, about to ask to do the same to her – when a little smirk crossed Morgan's face. An instant later her clothes flashed, glowing a bright hue, and then dissipated into motes of light... leaving her laying completely naked beneath him. Everything, laid bare. He soaked in the sight almost hungrily, gaze tracing her slim shoulders and down her lithe arms, to her plump, generous bust and flat stomach. Her hips were wide and legs slim, the latter crossed over to preserve some minimal modesty of herself, giving him a tease of what laid between.
''Hah...'' Ritsuka couldn't resist her; easing himself down and shuffling back slightly – kissing the top of Morgan's right breast.
The pale woman moaned, voice slow and sensual as his lips smooched over the top of her chest. They were soft beneath his lips, one kiss after another trailing along the tips before he pressed his lips more firmly against her breastbone, sliding his lips down between her plump breasts. Fingers weaved into his hair and tugged gently, Morgan's other hand running down his back and pushing his jacket off, forcing Ritsuka to shrug his jacket and shirt off, leaving him shirtless.
The moment his hands were free he slid his hands up, cupping her plump breasts from below – sinking his fingers into Morgan's chest and bringing one pale nipple up to his lips, enveloping it without hesitation and sucking upon it. A deep, shaky sigh answered him, pleasure written across Morgan's face as he sucked it more. His tongue came down and flicked the little nub about, pushing it about or simply licking it, smearing saliva across it and leaving it wet.
Before with a soft grunt Ritsuka popped his lips off and went for her other nipple. Morgan quivered, her grip on his hair growing tighter as he sucked on her right nipple, her left exposed to the cool air – the saliva upon it rapidly cooling, making the pale pink nub hard from the chill. Ritsuka replied by pinching the hardening nub between two fingers, rubbing it about and coaxing out more gentle sounds of bliss from his lover.
''Mn... ah...'' Morgan guided his head down lower, groaning as he kissed her stomach. ''Yes, haha... like that...''
The breathy words fuelled Ritsuka's arousal, his pants becoming uncomfortably tight as he shifted down to Morgan's waist. With a slight smile the pale woman at last opened her legs, revealing her womanhood to him – a gentle push on the back of his head guiding her between her thighs. Her thighs were cool thanks to her revealing clothing but he was tempted in regardless, his tongue stroking itself up her slit.
A shaky groan answered him. The sound felt so much louder in the quiet, enticing Ritsuka to hold her waist and lick her womanhood again, dragging his tongue up her slit experimentally – having no prior experience eating a woman out. Whether Morgan knew that or not she encouraged him all the same, a breathless mewl escaping her as she tugged on his hair, her other hand sliding down and laying two fingers on her pussy lips, spreading herself open for him.
''Mm!'' And then immediately moaned as his tongue pushed inside of her pussy.
Ritsuka tightened his hold on Morgan's waist as she shuddered, her knees lifting up and her toes curling. Taking that as a good sign Ritsuka pushed his tongue against the searing-hot walls that tried to clench around his curious tongue, pushing his wet appendage against her walls and moving it in a rough, experimental circle. The pale woman gripped his hair tighter, tugging him into her crotch and encouraging him to move his tongue about in novel, experimental motions, pushing and wiggling it about her inner heat.
Pressing his nose against her clit Ritsuka pushed his tongue in as deep as he could get it, pushing it up and then down to the sides, stroking the walls that pressed down against it. His hands weren't idle either and crept down to her cool thighs, groping them tenderly and coaxing out more breathy sounds from Morgan. His hands shifted further down, moving under her body and groping her defined ass, palming it and sliding his hands partway back up her thighs.
''Mn... ah...'' Morgan groaned, lifting her stomach up off the hay bed as he ate her out. ''Husband...''
The pale woman tugged on his hair, tempting him to pull his tongue out – licking her clit once before raising his head back up. Morgan smiled, pulling him atop her and mashed their lips together, muffling their mutual moans. One of his hands came to rest on her breast and fondle it; sinking his fingers into her tit and tugging another lilted moan from Morgan, her lithe legs rubbing his hips, tempting him to shift between them.
A lithe hand slipped down, joined by its sibling as Morgan started unbuckling his belt, getting it off in record time. Ritsuka shivered and helped her along, one hand helping shove his pants down and discarding his boxers with it, both of them kicked off his feet with his shoes, leaving him as naked as Morgan. In the moonlight her ivory skin seemed all the paler, his gaze drawn to the saliva glistening across her hardened nipples or the little smile that curled at her lips, tempting him.
''Mm... you know what to do, Husband.'' Morgan breathed, opening her legs. ''Take me as I am.''
Ritsuka did. With one hand on his cock he guided it between her pale thighs, rubbing the head against her wet folds several times – and then at last he aimed lower, and pushed inside.
Pleasure assaulted his cock in an instant, the tip disappearing between her lower lips and soon followed by his shaft; inch after inch of his cock pushing into Morgan's womanhood, claiming her as his. The sensation was intense, a rush of heat racing down his cock as he felt her vaginal walls clamp around his intruding shaft, the soft gasp that fled Morgan's lips preluding the tight, sexy groan that oozed sexual relief, her head tipping back as he slid himself in deeper and deeper.
Until eventually his pelvis touched hers, his entire length stuffed within her. Morgan pursed her lips and squirmed a little, her inner walls tightening and relaxing erratically as she adjusted to his length, every little shudder causing her to tense up around him again. Ritsuka gave her time, leaning over her and slipping his hands under her, holding her shoulders as he throbbed within her tightness. Morgan glanced up at him, a soft smile crossing her lips before she leaned up, kissing him on the lips; a kiss he wholeheartedly returned.
''Mm- hah...'' Morgan's lips curled up into a smile as they drew apart. ''You may move now.''
Ritsuka obliged, letting loose a moan as he reared his hips back, intimately feeling her vaginal walls grip his cock – before with a sigh of relief he pushed back in. His thrusts were slow and his rhythm a little rough, just getting used to moving his hips in such a manner, but Morgan groaned all the same; shivering as his cock pistoned in-and-out of her tight tunnel. Her bare thighs rubbed against his hips and she laid her arms on either side of herself, submitting herself to him.
The young man didn't disappoint, his hips rocking forth and sliding his girth into her clenching heat, cherishing every soft groan and low moan he coaxed out of her throat. His right hand shifted around to the back of Morgan's neck, helping support it as she held her head up, gazing down her front as he pushed into her womanhood. With every thrust the motion became easier, her insides tight but adjusting to his girth and her honey making his cock slick; causing his pelvis to bump against hers each time.
''Mm... ah... hah...'' Morgan shut her eyes, smiling. ''You're doing well, Husband...''
''Thanks.'' Ritsuka murmured back, leaning down.
Tilting her head back into his hand Morgan let her lips be claimed, humming into his mouth as they kissed once more. The rhythmic bumping of skin was barely audible, growing moreso when he got into it, their flesh starting to slap lightly and his balls hitting her ass. They kept the kiss going until their lungs burned for air, forcing them apart with a soft gasp. Rather than reignited the kiss Ritsuka instead put his lips on the top of her head, kissing it as he kept pumping into her, his cock fitting snugly within her slick heat.
''Mm...'' He tilted his chin down, resting his forehead against the top of her head. ''You feel so good... hah...''
Morgan giggled faintly; a rare, pretty sound he found himself loving. ''Then enjoy yourself to your heart's content, Husband~''
Ritsuka shuddered at the lilted, almost teasing suggestion, his hips driving himself forth more eagerly. His cock scraped against her inner walls and they tightened around it in response, the snug embrace amplifying how intense it felt. When she shifted slightly he could feel her walls press down upon his length tighter, the heat of her pussy melting his cock and encouraging him to pump into her more, his grip on the back of her neck becoming tighter as he rammed himself into her sex.
The hay beneath Morgan served as a suitable bed for their act, soft enough to make their act intimate but loose enough that Morgan's body rocked slightly in tandem with his thrusts. The wood walls of the stable bounced the sound of their pelvises smacking together, ringing it in their ears and heightening their act, their heavy, laboured breaths mixing in with the sound. When their lips joined the sound became muted only briefly, the kiss lasting only a few short seconds before they were forced apart for air, his muscled body leaning over hers as he drove into her.
''Hah... c-can I...?'' He punctuated his words by bucking his hips harder, the tip of his cock kissing her innermost parts.
Morgan smiled breathily. ''Yes... fill me, Husband~''
''What about you?'' He grunted, throbbing against the wet walls smothering his cock.
The pale woman chuckled. ''Mm... wanting me... to finish as well? How kind, heh... Mm... if you can hold on just a little more, then I might... haha...''
The breathy, laboured words that escaped Morgan made it that much harder to hold on, but Ritsuka tried – grunting huskily as he slammed his hips forth harder and faster, sliding into her velvety tunnel and hitting her deepest parts with unerring accuracy. Morgan's body twitched and shuddered, her plump breasts jiggling from the force of his thrusts and her hair clinging to her sweaty skin. Her lips remained ajar, letting out grunts and moans as he smacked their flesh together, her legs raising up and crossing behind his ass, preventing him from pulling out.
''Yes... ah, y-yes...'' Morgan bit her bottom lip, shutting her eyes. ''Now, Husband... I...!''
Ritsuka managed only a few more thrusts, pumping his cock between her clenching, vice-like walls – before at last he came, spurting out hot ropes of cum into Morgan. The pale woman gasped, tensing up and squeezing his shaft tight, her own orgasm rushing through her lithe frame and squirting around his cock. Her lips parted further as he kept thrusting, adrenaline giving him the strength to pound himself balls-deep into her hard and fast – at at last drew a soft cry of pleasure from Morgan.
''Ah!''
It was quick, short, and ever-so-sweet – tempting him to mash his lips against hers. Morgan moaned into his mouth, fingers curling into fists as his seed filled her as if to impregnate her; his load splattering deep and pumping into her womb. Even when he stopped thrusting his orgasm didn't quite end; her walls squeezing his meat and wringing out every last drop she could from him. When air grew thin he broke off the kiss and pressed his lips against her forehead instead, the lip contact sending a powerful shudder throughout Morgan.
And then at last the moment passed, a shiver travelling through them both as they came down from their highs. Morgan moaned slowly, tangling a hand up into his hair and pulling him down, laying back and leaving him atop her, his chest flush against hers and their sweaty skin making contact; the lewdness tempered by the intimacy of it.
''Hah... haah...'' Morgan rested her head in the crook of his neck. ''You did amazing, Husband.''
The compliment, breathy and tender, warmed his cheeks as much as it did his heart. ''T-Thanks...''
Morgan merely chuckled, cuddling into his body's natural heat.
They didn't leave the stable for a little while longer; sharing the intimate moment for as long as it would last.
X-x-X
The next morning everyone gathered at the main dinner table for breakfast; the assembled group of Atalanta, Nero, Artoria, Okita, Morgan and Ritsuka all tucking into bowls of oatmeal provided by the inn.
''So, what's the plan for today?'' Okita asked lightly.
''Hmph. The same as yesterday, I would think.'' Atalanta curtly responded, waiting for the others to speak... only to raise an eyebrow when she noticed Artoria was being awfully silent compared to normal.
It was then Atalanta looked over and noticed Artoria was staring sternly at Morgan... who had a tired-looking Ritsuka next to her.
''Is thee alright, Master?'' Atalanta inquired flatly.
''Hm? Oh yes, he's quite alright.'' Morgan's smirk became increasingly smug. ''I have claimed Ritsuka as my Husband, officially. We even consummated it, so he's a bit tuckered out~''
The reactions were nearly instantaneous.
''Oh. Good for you, I guess.'' Atalanta sipped her water, deadpan.
Artoria nearly popped a vein. ''Indeed.''
Nero pouted. ''Aw~''
Okita blushed darkly. ''E-Eh? C... C-Consummated...?!''
And Ritsuka put his head in his hands. ''You didn't have to announce it Morgan.''
Morgan merely giggled, merrily petting his head and spoon-feeding him some oatmeal.
[END]