𝒫𝓁𝑒𝒶𝓈𝓊𝓇𝑒𝓈 𝒜𝓃𝒹 𝒟𝑒𝓈𝒾𝓇𝑒𝓈 | A Book of "Cultured" Things

[Morgan Le Fay - Fate/Grand Order] | Master Is Mine... Right?

Requested by TalesOfGh0st16. Hope you like it, good sir.

Anyway, like I've said before, I pick the requests at random and decide which one I would like to do. What factors in are the characters, which is whether I know them or not, if kinks have been listed or not (if kinks were not listed, those are the ones I tend to prioritize more because I get to have more creative freedom with them. I hope you understand), and depending if I've already been given a particular scenario for them or not.

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One of the familiar and famed Masters of Chaldea, Y/N L/N, was currently seated and kneeled. Sweat pooling down his face, his legs and arms quivering a little as he held a somewhat terrified expression, his head facing the floor as he couldn't even think about raising his head up to face a particular white-haired woman that was in front of him.

Her pale skin that was akin to the feeling of soft silk, her pale legs covered in skin tight black leggings with blue highlights to them, a lavish cloak and robe of the same color that covered her upper body. Well, it would be covered, if it weren't for the clear fact that some of the clothing was a bit see through, a good section of the woman's stomach and midriff was showing alongside a good chunk of the chest area exposed. A icy stone expression on her face, a cold look reflected in her bright blue eyes as she stared down at the kneeled over Master.

"Explain yourself, Master," Morgan ordered rather icily, crossing her legs over as she sat on the side of her Master's bed. "Explain to me why you were exposed bare in my dreaded sister's room, hmm?"

"Gyaa—" Y/N bit his tongue as he felt Morgan's heel placed on top of his head. "Y-You see, B-Berserker—"

"That's Morgan to you, Master." Her tone was sharp and curt.

"Er, Morgan, there's a perfectly reasonable explanation to it. I promise you, really."

"Oh, really? Go on then, tell me. What is that 'perfectly reasonable' explanation, Master. Tell me. Now."

"Y-You see, wh-what A-Artoria and I were doing were... Th-That! Magic transfer! Yeah, that!"

Morgan's glare simply intensifies, beginning to push her heel more into his head. "Is that so? Then, this 'magic transfer' involves having sex with that bitch, Artoria, correct?"

Y/N's voice was strained. "In... All technicality... Yes...!"

"I see." Morgan lifts her heel off her Master's head... Surprisingly.

Y/N raised his head up, although he did so with caution. Who knows whether he was going to get another boot or heel to his head or face by the Fairy Queen herself.

Though part of him was very and eternally grateful that Morgan was very much so devoted to him, but this was a whole other level of... Devotion. Was that the right word to call it? Much to his surprise, Morgan began to strip herself right then and there, first starting with her white cloak, which were actually just detachable sleeves with transparent wing-like extensions, letting them slide off her silky, smooth, and pale skin. Morgan then moved onto the remaining areas of her complex gothic gown, her fingers maneuvering themselves behind to her back, swiftly undoing the knot of the corset that connected everything. Y/N watched as the black dress then fell down, letting everything lay bare, his eyes completely wide and his face a complete and total blush.

Seeing such an expression on the young Master's face couldn't help but elicit a grin on Morgan's face. Crossing her legs in a sensual manner, teasing the young man's boner with a visual show, she would eventually uncross them to have the young man watch her take off her skin-tight leggings that hugged her proportioned thighs and waist. Y/N couldn't help but be aroused even more.