Lemon in this chapter!
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Night time…
In Marika's bedroom,she sat at the foot of her bed, staring at the ceiling with lonely and complicated eyes, and her mind kept repeating the grief-stricken face of Renalla today. She didn't even pay too much attention to the fact that a new magic fragment of the Elden Ring was absorbed by her. Although Renalla's loss of her children and husband was mostly due to the fault of the Greater Will, as Lenara said, the reincarnated cannot deny the original Marika's involvement. It was indeed Marika's plan that freed the Lands Between, but how many people sacrificed their lives during this strife for freedom? How many happy families have been ruined? The people who died in the war of the Shattering one after another were all part of her responsibilities. Since the reincarnate voluntarily inherited Malika's memory, she must also bear these responsibilities.
She wanted to cry, but she wouldn't allow herself to. She knew she didn't deserve it. No matter how many tears she sheds, she cannot save the dead, and the terrible enemies will not stop their march. The reincarnated soul who has gone through battles and regrets have become stronger than before. The obsession called "strong" has taken root in her heart. The path before her is to become stronger, to devote herself to the system's mission, and to brave unknown dangers in exchange for the chance to revive her people. This was a promise she swore to herself that she would fulfill.
However, in the dead of night, in her most private moment, Marika still wanted to vent her vulnerable side and show it to a man she absolutely trusted and relied on. Like an overwhelmed little girl seeking approval from her father.
"Bedivere, can you come and sit next to me?"
Marika asked Bedivere as he stood guard at the door. Her voice didn't have the majesty in the court, only the softness of the two of them alone. But today there was an extra emotion in her voice, a pleading emotion. She hopes someone can accompany her and comfort her spirit.
"Yes… Master."
Bedivere was unusually not shy about her request to get close to him, and instead sat on Marika's right side obediently. As the king's butler, Bedivere was good at observing people's emotions, so he could easily notice her low mood and the reasons for it.
But Marika did something that surprised him. She suddenly took the initiative and gently rested her head on Bedivere's shoulder in an extremely natural movement. Bedivere's shoulders were not too broad, allowing Marika to lean on them comfortably and feel the sense of security he brought. Although Bedivere was excited inside, on the surface he only shivered for a slight second and did not disturb Marika again.
"It's so strange. I only feel at ease when I'm close to you like this..."
Marika closed her eyes and sighed in a soothing voice.
"I am happy to serve you, Master. I will always be with you."
Bedivere looked at the beauty leaning against him, smiled unconsciously, and answered gently.
Marika usually wouldn't have the courage to get close to Bedivere like this, but after what happened today… When she was depressed, she instinctively wanted to get close to this man who made her feel at ease and ask for his comfort. Bedivere would never show disgust to her no matter what, and would still tolerate her even if he knew about her miserable past, working hard to fulfill her willful requests. He would encourage her when she was at her lowest. When she succeeds, he will be happy for her.
Moreover, Bedivere even swore a promise to Marika to protect her for the rest of his life. This is so precious to the Knights of the Round Table who value their oaths. It was a man such as this can win Marika's trust and favor. This has nothing to do with her gender in her previous life or this life, it just makes her feel at ease and happy when she is with Bedivere. Her admiration for him is a kind of love that transcends gender, a sense of stability that is endearing to the reincarnated who is overwhelmed by the responsibility of the crown and her other past, nothing more.
"Bedivere, do you think I am a bad person?"
Marika asked Bedivere. This question has troubled her for a long time. As a reincarnated who has shouldered Marika's fault, has she become someone that even she herself can't recognize?
"No, Master...people sometimes make wrong decisions under the influence of situation and emotion. At the end of the Battle of Kamlan, I defied King Arthur's orders three times because I was afraid that my king would die. I did not…could not return Excalibur to the Lady of the Lake... In the end, I shamefully ran away with the holy sword. Even if I knew that this would prevent my king from enjoying the peace of death. In order to protect Lady Renalla, you did the same, forcing yourself to marry Radagon so you could both protect her and their children, although it would break her heart. We sometimes just make bad decisions for the people we care about."
Having said this, Bedivere paused, as if recalling the feelings of past memories, and then continued:
"But since Master is willing to make up for your past mistakes, then I believe you are definitely not a bad person. Just like when I finally mustered up the courage to go to the singularity and return the holy sword to my king, thereby gaining her forgiveness. As long as Master is wholeheartedly willing to repair the gap between you and Lady Renalla, then eventually, one day she will definitely forgive you. You having this intention is the best proof of your kindness."
"Ha...Bedivere, you can always say words that make me feel at ease. It's incredible."
Marika heard his words and sighed with relief.
"Every time… as long as you are by my side, I feel like I have the courage to face the difficulties in the future. So... thank you... really... Thank you so much… I mean it."
Marika raised her head from Bedivere's shoulder and looked into his emerald eyes.
"Master..."
At Marika's affectionate words, Bedivere couldn't help but feel shocked and blushed.
'Bedivere, thank you for the courage you have always given me. Now, I will use the courage you gave me to do something I didn't dare to do before. To make up the regret of that past me.'
Marika thought in her mind. Maybe it was the appropriate atmosphere, or maybe her wounded heart wanted someone to comfort her in a more intimate way. Or maybe it's the instinctive selfish possessiveness of human beings who wants to take possession of this man whom she loved and feel at ease as soon as possible. Marika decided that today was the day to risk it all!
"Bedivere, I think I...I'm in love with you."
"Pardon?!"
Hearing Marika's abrupt confession, Bedivere couldn't help but open his eyes in surprise.
"Ma–ma-Master, I didn't seem to hear you clearly just now. Could you please say that again?"
Bedivere couldn't believe what he heard. He lost his usual composure and became incoherent.
"I-I love you, Bedivere."
Asking her to repeat what she just said made Marika feel extremely embarrassed. But in order to get Bedivere's answer, she was willing to say it no matter how many times. Sometimes love is so mysterious, sometimes just a right look or a word can make the other person know that you are the only one for her.
"Master...Master?! Do you know what you are talking about?!"
Bedivere heard Marika's affirmation again, but did not immediately agree to her. Although he was delighted by the love for Marika buried deep in his heart, his rationality as a knight told him that he should reject his king's advances. The struggle between emotion and reason led him to say such unintelligible words.
"I don't know...I just know that I want to spend the rest of my life with you. You are always there for me… And this feeling...makes me want to have a closer relationship with you."
Marika's cheeks were red with embarrassment, and her heartbeat was so fast that she felt it was difficult to breathe, but she still had the courage to speak sincerely. Even if she fails, Marika will try her best to pursue Bedivere. The time to give up is far from coming.
"But - but we are Servants and Master. Besides, if you and Mr. System can one day bring back Lord Godfrey, then we..."
Bedivere mentioned Godfrey as if to avoid accepting Marika's advances. Bedivere knew it was irresponsible to do so to her feelings, but he also didn't want to become the third party who ruined other people's relationships. He would rather not be the second Lancelot! And during the days he spent with Marika, he already knew from their casual chats how important Godfrey was to Marika. In addition, Godfrey is also the father of Malika's first three children, which makes Bedivere hesitate to move forward and does not know what to do.
"I knew you would say that..."
Marika thought about Bedivere's words for a moment and made a decision. Or rather, when she decided to confess to Bedivere, she had already made her decision.
"Godfrey has gone through too much for me, and what happened with Radagon... I don't know if he resented me for abandoning him… But when I saw him defeated by the Tarnished One from the cage of the old Erdtree, I knew the voice of his heart. Godfrey has always been a warrior. Even if the responsibility of Elden Lord made him temporarily suppress himself, he is still the barbarian warrior who loves fighting from the beginning to the end."
Recalling the scene in her mind where Godfrey was at the gate of the golden tree, with all his strength dissipating, yet still a satisfied smile on his face, and the sad feeling in the memory that did not belong to her, Marika continued:
"When that battle ended, what I felt from him was peaceful satisfaction and relief. That is the satisfaction a warrior feels when he dies against a respectable opponent. But if I raise him from death again, awakening him, who has already surrendered, is unfair and an insult to his warrior pride. So, although he is indeed an irreplaceable person in my life, I think it is better to let him rest in peace..."
Marika knew how selfish she was for saying that. But as a soul from another world, although she inherited Marika's memories, she is also an independent and brand-new person. Her standards for liking someone will definitely not be the same as those of the original person. As an independent and free personality, the reincarnated Marika believes that she naturally has the right to choose the person she likes, although doing so is selfish and arbitrary. But love itself is selfish. To possess a person selfishly, to be stingy in not sharing him with others, and to get him by any means necessary, isn't this the highest manifestation of selfishness?
"So, I hope you can understand the meaning of my feelings to you. Choosing you does not mean Godfrey lost his meaning to me, rather I want to be honest with this memory. This is not a hasty decision, but a decision that comes from the bottom of my heart. My feelings for you are real and unchanged."
Marika blushed and continued.
In addition, Bedivere is definitely not a bad partner. He is loyal, he is considerate, no matter how she looks at it, he is an ideal life partner. And Bedivere is not a civilian knight. According to historical records, he is a respectable noble knight! So there is no need to worry about status either.
Back to Bedivere, although he understood and agreed with what Marika said. But his self-denying character still allows him to maintain a trace of restraint.
"Master, but...but you are the king, and I am your knight. Although I am happy you chose me, I...I don't deserve you! I am sorry…"
After hearing Marika's words, Bedivere also understood her feelings. Although he was secretly happy that he was chosen. But Bedivere still endured his impulse and his feelings for her.
"That kind of talk again! Since I fell in love with you, then I already regard you as my equal. Your status and titles, it doesn't matter to me. I love you because you are you. Besides..."
Marika said, gently holding Bedivere's left hand with both hands, and moved closer to him, while Malika's eyes became blurred and charming.
"Bedivere, you are unique to me and a very precious person to me. You are the only one that I feel I can be vulnerable with, that I can trust. And…this feeling, I don't know, it just… just drives me crazy and… makes me want to take you as my own..."
At this time, Marika's whole body was pressed against Bedivere's body, and the two of them were so close that they could feel each other's pounding heartbeat. Marika towered over Bedivere, letting her shadow loom over him.
"I just can't control how I feel about you...and I don't want to control it either..."
Marika said this directly in Bedivere's ears. The affectionate whispers of the woman he admired, Marika's faint fragrance that seemed like sunflowers, and her voluptuous breasts squeezing his arms were all teasing Bedivere's sense of reason all the time.
"Master...I..."
Bedivere shyly turned his head away, and the blush on his face was visible to the naked eye. At this moment, Marika was just one step away from making Bedivere completely fall into her gentle embrace.
"Bedivere... I will not lose someone precious to me again. This time I will do the thing that I did not have the courage to pursue in the past..."
As she spoke, Marika gently stroked Bedivere's cheek with her left hand, drawing his eyes toward her so that she could speak to him eye to eye.
"Bedivere...I love you… And that won't change till this day forth."
After saying that, Marika kissed Bedivere fiercely before he could react!
"Wha—~~~?!"
Bedivere's eyes widened. Marika's boldness made him completely at a loss. He struggled rationally and instinctively, wanting to push away the tall figure in front of him. However, Marika was much taller than an ordinary woman. But now her body was locked tightly to Bedivere, making it difficult for him to move.
'This is Master's lips...so soft...and warm. I feel like my head is getting dizzy...'
But soon under Marika's passionate kiss, Bedivere no longer resisted. He had no thoughts of resistance in his subconscious mind. After all, Bedivere really loved her.
He hugged Marika's slender waist directly, and at the same time, a spark of joy filled his heart. This time he didn't have to restrain himself anymore. He was originally afraid that his admiration would offend the aloof queen, but the other party actually fell in love with him. Is there anything more joyful about this? But the reason why he agreed was actually the same as Marika. He was afraid of losing important people, and he had lost important people because of his own mistakes. Therefore, the two of them will only cherish the important people around them even more.
After a long time, the two reluctantly separated slightly, but they were still close enough to feel each other's breath. Staring at the beauty who was panting slightly, with a red face and moist eyes, Bedivere said expectantly:
"Master, choosing me...do you really not regret it?"
Marika just smiled brightly and said:
"Never."
After that, the two kissed each other again. The two hugged each other tightly, as if they wanted to absorb each other into themselves. In this passion, Bedivere could feel Marika's delicate little tongue fighting with his own in an amateurish manner. There was... a certain sweetness like nectar in it that made him not want to be separated from her. Following this momentum, Bedivere lightly laid Marika onto the bed, and their hands caressed each other's body with loving and gentle force, trying to remember every detail of the other's body.
Then Bedivere's hands touched Marika's big breasts, full of temptation. Bound by clothes, they are like gifts tied with ribbons, waiting for the right person to open them. With both hands, he kneaded her melon-size breasts. The thick and absolute weight, and the elasticity that deformed like water balloons with the kneading, could be felt even through the armor's gloves and clothes. .
"Nnmh, my chest—it is so hot..."
Marika also moaned shyly during the fondling.
As for Marika? She was a little embarrassed here. Bedivere still wears his armor, although his good figure can be seen and touched from the outline, it is still separated by a layer of iron armor, so it is definitely not as satisfying as directly touching the skin.
"Bedivere, won't you take off your clothes?"
Gently pushing her lover away, Marika sighed with dissatisfaction.
"Take off!? Are we going that far today?"
In response to Marika's request for more progress, the innocent Bedivere became even more incoherent. He was already content to be so intimate with Marika, and now he was allowed to take one step further? The speed at which their intimacy progressed made him blushed beyond belief.
"Is that fine with you? Heh…well, technically speaking. I am several thousand years old. It must be awkward to bed such an old hag huh?"
Marika laughed at herself with a half-joking tone. As a god who has experienced most of the history of the Lands Between, Marika's real age will never be less than four digits. And coupled with the life of the reincarnated, her life really does span thousands of years, although the reincarnated has not been able to organize these long memories well.
"N– no! of courts not. Master has always been the most beautiful in my eyes. I have always thought so. You are the most beautiful person I have ever seen, both physically and mentally."
In response to her teasing, Bedivere unexpectedly responded seriously. The affectionate words made Marika blush and her bottom became even more moist. Such a reaction made her certain that her sexual orientation really changed with her gender. However, in the face of true love, this change doesn't really matter to her.
"But if you really care about age, I had wandered for 1,500 years in order to return the Holy Sword. As a heroic spirit, my age will not be much different from the Master."
Bedivere added humorously. This made Marika chuckle again, and her sweet and clear laughter echoed in the bedroom.
Marika then hugged Bediwell into her arms and buried his face completely in her breasts.
"Speaking of which, Bediverel, you just rubbed my breasts so vigorously. I didn't expect you to be a person who likes big breasts!"
As she spoke teasingly, Marika slightly shook her chest, allowing Bedivere to enjoy the high-end service of a goddess.
"I...I...I'm really sorry, but Master's figure is just so charming. I– I couldn't help it..."
After being caught red-handed, Bedivere shyly turned his head away and apologized honestly.
"It's okay. I'm actually happy to hear you praise me like that."
After saying that, Marika sat up. But she had no intention of ending this happy time. When her lover praised her beauty, she just felt this unexplained burst of happiness.
Turning to face Bedivere, Marika took off her long black gown, revealing a pair of proud white breasts that even Venus would be jealous of. The pink areolas, neither too big nor too small, were just right and stood up due to arousal. With no clothes to cover her, except for her underwear covering her private parts, Marika's flawless body was exposed in front of Bedivere's eyes. Such gorgeous scenery made Bedivere unable to take his eyes away. At this moment, Bedivere wished he still had his right hand, so that he could embrace his lover's body wholeheartedly, instead of his cold prosthetic right hand.
"Don't just look at them, don't you want to give these a taste?"
Malika teased with a chuckle, cupping her breasts with her hands to invite impatiently.
"Y-yes of course!"
After giving a hesitant yet excited answer, Bedivere climbed forward, held her big breasts with both hands, and sucked one of Marika's nipples with his mouth.
"Hmm~hmm~ugh~"
Bedivere sucked and licked without too much force, and the gentle caressing made Marika, who had sensitive breasts, moan repeatedly. She was not afraid of Bedivere's touch, rather she longed for it, because she was now sure that he was a man who respected her and loved her.
With Marika's excitement, a stream of warm liquid spurted out from Marika's nipples, and Bedivere, who was sucklinging Marika's nipples, was sprayed by its sudden spurt
The liquid had a strong milky smell and was fragrant and sweet. Instinctively swallowing the milky white liquid in his mouth, Bedivere remembered what the liquid was. A liquid buried deep in his memory as a toddler.
"Breast milk? Master, what-what's going on?"
Bedivere was puzzled. According to his passable knowledge of physiology, women only produce milk during pregnancy and when caring for young infants. But Marika shouldn't be pregnant at this time?
"Ah! Crap! I'm so sorry, Bedivere! Oh no it's all over your face, you didn't choke on it did you?"
Marika was concerned and quickly helped Bedivere wipe away the milk sprayed on his face with her hands.
Bedivere didn't particularly care about being sprayed in the face. He just asked again out of curiosity:
"Master, why did your body...?"
"Oh... you know I'm a Numen, right? Women of the Numen race can produce breast milk at any time, uh… maybe? Because I don't have any members of my people left in this world to confirm, so I'm not sure."
Marika scratched her face in embarrassment and explained.
"Sorry, I...I didn't mean to make you remember that..."
Thinking that he reminded Marika of her kinsmen who were wiped out, Bedivere apologized with a shameful expression. When everyone you care about is gone, the feeling of being alone in the world is terrifying. As the only survivor of the destruction of the Knights of the Round Table, Bedivere understood the pain very well.
Realizing that Bedivere had misunderstood her, Marika showed a helpless smile. Bedivere sometimes cares too much about her feelings, which is why the two of them have only gotten together until now. But staring at Bedivere's body, Marika's next move let Bedivere know that she didn't care.
"Bedivere, isn't it your turn to take off your clothes?"
Urging with a provocative tone, this expectant and coquettish expression appeared on Marika's face. It seemed as if she was about to pounce on Bedivere and strip him naked in the next second. Having never seen Marika show such an expression, Bedivere was happy because he could see a new side of his lover.
"Yes, my Master."
Obediently, Bedivere sat on his knees, dispelling the armor composed of mana, revealing his naked form for Marika to watch.
He has a tall and lean figure, well-trained eight-pack abs, slender thighs, and...a majestic manhood.
"W-wow, you're so big!"
Looking at Bedivere's thick penis, with the smooth and round glans continuously leaking precum, Marika couldn't help but marvel in surprise. Although it was not as big as the monster that Godfrey had seen in her memories. But Marika's size is probably comparable to Radagon's. With such a majestic penis, Marika was sure that it could reach the door of her uterus and fuck her to the point of ecstasy. Although Bedivere has always been the legendary Knight of the Round Table, his meak appearance gives people the illusion that he is a soft gentleman. Now seeing the beast hidden in his pants finally showing its true colors, Marika felt that her lower body was pulsing involuntarily, and the hot love juice flowed out of her pussy, as if it couldn't wait to swallow his huge penis.
Being stared at by Marika without concealment made Bedivere blush like an innocent virgin, as he averted his eyes from her
"Hmhm, my lovely knight cares about me so much, it seems I have to reward you well!"
"Ah~um~~"
After saying that, Marika climbed forward on all fours, opened her small cherry lips, and gently swallowed Bedivere's cock, which was already hungry and thirsty.
"Master, please don't do that! Guh~~ It's very dirty there!"
As a knight, how could he ask the king to serve him? Bedivere wanted to refuse, but Marika showed skills unlike her amateurish kiss. Her tongue flexibly stirred every sensitive point on his penis and glans, making him moan in comfort and unable to move.
"Hehe, umum~~ Don't worry, I am yours, so it should be okay to give you some "service" right? "
Relenting for now, Marika said in a coquettish tone. After saying that, she lowered her head and continued to suck Bedivere's penis.
Marika was secretly glad that she was a man in her previous life. Men are the ones who understand men best. Marika also had this "thing" in her previous life, so she could roughly guess where her lover's G-spot was based on her feelings and memory.
After about ten minutes of sucking, Bedivere finally couldn't suppress his desire. When he was about to be unable to bear the pleasure, he quickly reminded her:
"Master...I can't hold it anymore...I...Gah...I'm about to–!"
However, Marika ignored him and moved her head back and forth more vigorously, as if she wanted to suck him dry completely.
"Ahhhh!"
Unable to hold back any longer, the powerful pleasure made Bedivere involuntarily pull Marika's head towards him, and his waist could not help but thrust into the depth of Marika's throat. Bedivere's cock pulsed excitedly in her mouth, and with that, the beating, hot and sticky white semen was sprayed deep into her throat like a hose. Maybe this is the powerful physique of the heroic spirit?
"Ommmm"
As her lover's semen erupted in her mouth, Marika didn't mind and swallowed it without any complaints. Although there was a salty and bitter taste in her mouth, the feeling of pleasuring her man brought her a new pleasure, and the lustful transparent liquid flowed out of her pussy in greater amounts.
"Pfftwah~~~"
After swallowing the remaining semen in her mouth, Marika reluctantly let go, as if Bedivere's cock was like a delicious hot dog. But her action stimulated Bedivere's cock that had just finished climaxing, causing him to ejaculate a small amount of semen onto Malika's big breasts.
Seeing Marika's white breasts dyed with his own color, slowly flowing down her skin with the force of gravity, Bedivere felt not only guilt but also the possessive lust that scared him. Marika could also tell from his still erect penis that Bedivere was far from exhausting his energy.
With lustful motion, she wiped her lips with her fingers, stretched out her long white legs, slowly took off her underwear and threw it away, then spread her legs and lay down. Her tender pussy opened and closed regularly with her breathing, now clearly exposed in front of Bedivere.
"Then let's continue, my knight. I'm quite hungry down here!"
After saying that, Marika used her hands to open her pussy and let Bedivere take a closer look at the wet hole. This scenery and Marika's charming mature voice stirred Bedivere's nerves. Although he really wanted to be truly united with Marika now, before that, his gentlemanly demeanor as a knight required him to do something before that step. He lay down in front of Marika's lower body and gently caressed her inner thighs with his hands. At this time, Bedivere also imitated his lover and showed a provocative smile, but his blushing face and erratic eyes made him feel more like a clueless young boy than provocative. But this cute display just made Marika even more horny.
"As a knight, how can I not give a suitable "gift" in return when I am "favored" by a beautiful lady? Master, I may not be very good at this. So please forgive me. "
He was obviously talking about sex, but Bedivere insisted on speaking politely, which made Marika couldn't help but chuckle and said:
"Heh, thenI'm looking forward to your performance then!"
With Marika's permission, Bedivere leaned forward and began to gently lick her erect clitoris. At this moment, Bedivere was like a docile puppy, trying hard to satisfy his master.
"Amazing! Mmm~ do it harder!"
But Marika was not satisfied with such sensory stimulation. Marika, who had already tasted the sweetness, wanted more intense love. Bedivere agreed to his lover's request and turned to attack her hole with his tongue. Enjoying Bedivere's tongue stirring the folds in her vagina, Marika moaned with lustful abandon, and her inner walls contracted tightly. But Bediwell seemed to be self-taught, and while moving his tongue, he was not injured by the tight inner wall, but continued to provide services efficiently.
"Hnnn~hnn~! I am– I am cumming~!"
Soon, Marika was licked to climax, and the erupted juice splashed on Bedivere's platinum hair, allowing Marika to defile him in her own way, marking Bedivere as her's.
Bedivere simply wiped his face with the sheets, and then returned his attention to his lover who was still waiting for him. Marika's plump and voluptuous body lay softly on the bed, still intoxicated by the afterglow of her recent orgasm. Her posture at this moment made it unbearable for his already fully recovered cock, and he had reached the limit of his endurance. Everything that had happened so far tonight had been preparation for this moment. Bedivere moved his body, resting his left hand on Marika's soft thigh, while his right hand guided his penis to block the vaginal hole that was constantly leaking love juice. The slightly twitching hole seemed to be inviting him, spontaneously sucking his glans.
"Master!"
Calling his master, Bedivere obeyed his mating instinct and inserted his cock into the deepest part of Marika's body. But Marika hadn't woken up from the afterglow yet, so at the moment of insertion, Marika's eyes widened unexpectedly due to the sudden impact coming from her abdomen, and she let out a high-pitched moan:
"GYAAAH~~~"
The powerful electric pleasure rushed directly to their brain, and Bedivere couldn't help but bite his lips to control himself not to ejaculate immediately. Marika, on the other hand, immediately arched her back due to the pleasure just now, rolled her eyes and stuck out her tongue, and climaxed for the second time due to the violent pleasure.
'This is...what it feels like to have sex with a man… It's so good! '
Marika found that she was surprisingly not disgusted by the sudden insertion of the man's thick cock. On the contrary, she seemed to like Bedivere treating her roughly like this. This feeling of giving her body and mind to her partner and letting him invade her at will is so satisfying that it almost makes her climax for the third time!
'No way! Why is it so good– Am I a masochist? '
Marika thought, but then Bedivere kept thrusting in and out. The pleasure made Malika unable to resist, and her thoughts were occupied by the desire for more and more intense sex.
"Nnnn~~ I–It's too amazing! Hyaah~ my head is going empty!"
She was as weak as duckweed, allowing Bedivere to hit the door of her uterus with his glans with all his strength. Marika's tight flesh walls were locked tightly like a virgin girl, and every thrust would stir up the wrinkles on Marika's inner walls, allowing the two of them to experience this new round of pleasure.
"Nnnn~You're amazing! That's it! Yeah~ so fast! Keep going~ Ummmm~ I want more!"
"Master, you are so warm and tight inside!"
Facing Marika's request, Bedivere showed his love to his lover without reservation. And during rapid thrusting, he would carefully use his cock and glans to rub every G-spot in Marika's vagina. Especially when Bedivere's glans reached the G-spot of her uterus, she couldn't stop climaxing.
During this period, the two looked at each other's beautiful eyes lovingly, trying to imprint each other's expressions in their minds. Or they would passionately kiss, showing their love to each other.
"Master, I can't bear it anymore...haha...you're so tight inside...I'm going to release soon!"
Bedivere gasped, and the movement of his waist became faster and faster.
"Come on! ~Hmph~ It feels so good! Bedivere~ Just cum inside like this~ Yeah~ Please cum all your thick semen inside!"
In her excited state, she immediately began to look forward to her lover's essence, moaning and begging without reservation.
"It's coming!"
And with the last push, Bedivere's glans hit Marika's uterine door for the last time. Then the hot and thick white semen poured into Marika's uterus. Marika felt like a warm volcano erupted in her vagina and uterus, pouring "magma" into her body. Every violent vibration of the cock stimulated her flesh walls.
"Ahhh~! Wow~! My pussy, it's so full~There is so much~~nnn. I love you so much!"
Marika's legs trembled unconsciously, and she had another orgasm amidst the satisfaction of being creampied. Her pink lips were open and she was panting slightly; her beautiful breasts with a proud curve rose and fell with her violent breathing.
Marika knew that letting Bedivere ejaculate inside her would most likely lead to pregnancy with Bedivere's child, if the heroic spirit even still possessed such functions in their body. But she was so in love that she didn't her, having Bedivere's child will make the relationship between the two closer and inseparable.
Pulling the penis out of her soaked pussy, Bedivere sat aside and gasped to recover.
But just after experiencing the climax, Bedivere briefly woke up from the excitement. Thinking of his rough actions just now, he suddenly became worried.
"Master...I'm sorry that I was too rough just now. I didn't hurt you, did I?"
Looking at the panting handsome man in front of her, sweat dripping from his long platinum hair, Marika wanted to possess him forever, and all her embarrassment was temporarily thrown out of her mind. At this moment, she just wanted to be a woman and enjoy the fierce love of her man.
"No… You did so good..."
With that said, Marika stood up and got down on all fours, facing Bedivere with her round and elastic buttocks, swaying slightly, tempting him to continue pounding her pussy.
"But~ I'm far from satisfied~"
"As you command...my Master."
With a doting smile on his face, Bedivere said softly, then stood up and inserted his hardened cock into his lover's hole again.
"GUUUH~! Good boy~!"
In this way, the two spent a night full of passion, peace of mind and curiosity.
When morning came, the newly minted couple had already been having sex almost all night, and Marika had tried all kinds of positions that she had only seen in porno comics. And every time it ended with creampie, so many times that she couldn't even remember how many times. Even her entire pussy couldn't contain her lover's essence, and she could only let it flow onto the sheets. It has to be said that the body of a heroic spirit composed of magic power has an eye-popping energy!
At this time, the exhausted couple cuddled each other and fell into a deep sleep. Holding Bedivere, who was slightly shorter than her, in her arms, Marika felt that she could unhesitatingly shed her burdens and defenses in front of Bedivere, and she would spend her whole life doing so. Love and protect him, the man who gave her a safe haven. To her, Bedivere is her spiritual port and spiritual support. And she will not allow anyone to take him away from her, no matter what.
"Meeting you, was the best thing in my life, this one and the one before."
These were her thoughts before she fell asleep.