True Magician

Chapter 97

Emiya's residence.

I woke to the feeling of someone's gaze and breath on my face, and I opened my eyes, sighed tiredly, then closed them.

- "Why this tired sigh, husband?" snidely asked the person to whom both the breath and the look belonged, "You don't like what I'm doing?"

- "It's just that this situation bears a striking resemblance to the one tonight, and I don't know what I should expect from you now, Your Majesty."

Now, just like that night, Morgan loomed over me, resting her hands on the bed. I don't know if this will develop into a habit, but I'd hate to wake up to a relatively unruly and powerful person watching me sleeping intently.

- "Oh? So, did you enjoy what followed, husband?" She asked in a teasing tone with a dash of sensuality, "Would you like more?"

- "Honestly, I don't know."

- "Hmmm... You're not lying. And I find that very strange." Morgan rumbled thoughtfully and sat down on my stomach, straightening her back.

The view from my angle was... quite seductive, to say the least. Her particular dress, which exposed a lot of skin, stirred the imagination. At the same time, it did not make its owner too vulgar or immoral, but rather gave her a kind of charm and sensuality.

It contrasted well with Morgan's pale skin, her silver hair, and her clear gray-blue eyes. If it had been me, I doubt he would have been able to contain himself. And yes, of course she noticed my gaze, to which she smiled contentedly and arrogantly.

- "That kiss was very unexpected, Your Majesty, and I was, to say the least, too confused to realize it."

- "Oh? Is that how it was?"

And as soon as the last word was out of her mouth, Morgan leaned forward sharply and pressed her lips to mine, giving me a deep French kiss.

Like last time, I wasn't ready for it, but after a couple seconds I came to my senses and returned it, to which Morgan made a satisfied face. The difference between her kiss and the one Tia and I had had felt very good.

It felt aggressive and superior, and the closest comparison I can think of is war, where there are only two choices: submission or annihilation. I can't say I outright dislike it, but Tia would be preferable. With the latter I feel a closeness and sincerity, which in this case, although present, is not enough.

She broke the kiss after a while, forming a thin, transparent thread between our mouths that stretched from her tongue to mine, and, of course, she smiled wickedly.

- "Well, did you like it, husband?"

- "Quite... not bad," I mumbled thoughtfully, to which she made a smug face, "But if you add sincerity, it will be better."

- "You're very brave to say something like that to me," Morgan smirked, then got up from the bed and took my hand in hers, "Let's go. Our walk awaits."

-0-

An unknown place.

As it turned out, I'd been asleep for quite a while, judging by the shining stars and the full moon casting its light all around.

Morgan led us to a small lake surrounded by a dense green forest. Birds were singing, white puffy clouds floated slowly across the sky, and the air smelled of flowers and fresh dew.

For some reason, however, there were no fish or other aquatic creatures in the lake. The water itself was strangely crystal clear, and I couldn't see the bottom.

However, this was relatively understandable, as the aura that permeated the place was 'natural'. That was the word that fully described what I was feeling at the moment. Nature, no, it was as if the planet was breathing fully here, in this very place. I would even call it sacred to her. And for me? A slight discomfort, I suppose. The closest thing I can compare its level to is if I was less than welcome as a guest, but not so much that I was instantly chased away. Unwelcome guest, in short.