The shameless King(dropped)

The Fall of Britain part 1

You know, at this point I'm just gonna accept the fact that this story gonna be full of smut/lemons. Why am I finally accepting the fact? Cause Altria finally old enough to enjoy doing such acts if you know what I mean.

But yea I'm back, the reason it took so long is that I had zero clue on where the story should go, should I time skip it? Continue writing even if it means forcing myself? Honestly I was stuck so I just focused on my other stories, but then my mind entered the degenerate phase, forever stuck I sought answers and then as if God himself was guiding me I found my way back...so yea enjoy.
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Uther Pendragon, The Great King of Britain, an imposing man few can hope to match.

Yet such King is currently being cucked by none other then his daughter.

"Ahhh!!!" Releasing a wanton moan from cumming from her daughter, who she nourished from birth brought about such great shame and excitement that made her wonder why she's enjoying such sinful act.

"Oh my, Mother, I didn't think that a regal women such as yourself would ever release a shameful voice...in front of your own daughter no less" being shamed by her own daughter, her very own flesh and blood made her want to hide from Uther for failing to raise Morgana as a prim and proper lady.

"Ah.." a small moan escaped from the Queen as Morgan stoped playing with her, watching with hazy eyes as her daughter slowly strips down leaving nothing but her bare body making Igrain gulp as she sees the intent in Morgan's beautiful emerald green eyes.

Sitting at the bed Morgan spreads her legs, showing the most sacred and important part of a women, such place that maidens regard as sacred is currently dripping wet with arousal.

Pleadingly looking at her daughter, hoping she won't ask of her to degrade herself to such degree, but alas such tiny, insignificant hope is quickly crush at her daughters rising annoyance.

No words wore spoken, walking towards Morgan on all fours like a dog, wafting a bit of the enticing fragrance coming out of her daughter, the smell of a young maiden making the shame and guilt grow nigh-unbearable.

"Please, O mother of mine" not much a request but an order causing Igrain groin to leak her love juices, even if it was a bit but to Igrain it was a telling that Morgan was successfully degrading her, how much longer till she's nothing but a harlot doing shameful acts to get even the tiniest of pleasure?

Bit by bit, she felt her body want the feeling of being ordered. Six months is all it took. Was she, the graceful Queen of Britain who stood by Uther Pendragon as a monarch and lover such an awful person? Slowly pushing her head till her lips touched Morgan sacred place, the enticing smell that the fey are commonly known about slowly corroding her rationality.

Opening her mouth before sticking her tongue out, tasting her daughter's love juices making the disgust grow within her heart, at herself for enjoying how Morgana taste, for failing to raise her right, and most of all, for having an affair behind her beloved back.

—Morgan—

"Ohh...right there" pushing her head to lick the deepest of my parts, I release a small moan while watching mother facial expression be filled with guilt and shame at my enjoyment.

I'll give Altria the benefit of the doubt, she was definitely correct on how to manipulate mother only using guilt and shame.

Honestly, the sheer excitement of having an intimate relationship with one's family member is what made me do this, that and Altria would definitely be happy at having her mother serve her 'needs'. That's all, it's not like the thought of having the women who birthed and nourished me be on all fours pleasuring me with a guilt written expression got me sexually excited or anything.

"...so it's showing it's effects?" murmuring under my breath as I see mother uncomfortably start rubbing her thighs with a flushed expression looking at me with a confused and scared...expression?

"W-what did you..do to me?"

"Hmm, whatever to do you mean?" Coyly asking as I run a finger down her spine making her slightly arch her back before stopping at the entrance of her ass.

"P-please...don't"

"Don't what?" I whisper into her ear as my finger gets ready to enter her perfectly shaped ass that I gladly inherited from her.

—Igrain—

Feeling my body burn with desire greater than when I'm with Uther at hearing Morgan seductive voice next to my ear made me want to drown in shame for getting excited.

"I'm not gonna ask again mother, don't what?" Staying silent as my mind war between guilt and the ensuing pleasure from getting played with.

"Ohh..!" Letting out a moan from the intense pleasure that course throughout my body at getting my arse penetrated.

"I guess the last time wasn't a fluke, you really do love getting it on your ass don't you?" Not responding as I felt a second finger enter making me moan even louder.

Omake
A certain Witch Grand Order.

Ritsuka Fujimaru takes a deep breath as he summons another servant to help him in saving mankind, feeling the small tug to his magic circuits he smiles, half due to the excitement of meeting a being of legends and the other half wondering who the servant will be.

"Fufu...interesting" a stunningly beautiful women says as she materializes, platinum blonde hair that reaches her waist adorned with a black crown signifying a ruler. Looking at him with emerald green eyes similar to Altria "Morgan le fey of the caster class...I wonder, are you my-"

"MORGAN!!!!!!!" With a loud yell the witch turns to Mordred who rushes at her with mana burst.

"Hmm...troublesome" sidestepping she narrowly dodges the slash from the enraged saber face with an amused expression.

"Mordred calm down" finally noticing that two servants are about to duke it out Ritsuka steps in before any damage while trying to calm down a pissed of Mordred in the process.

"Master, we heard an explosion are you alright" with mash and the other servants arriving seconds after they felt an explosion of mana, standing in front of him as they warily stare at the women who somehow managed to earned the rage of the berserk saber.

Seeing the other servants along with Ritsuka telling her to calm down she sighs while glaring at the women in front of her.

"Geez, not even two seconds and I'm already attacked by a rabid dog...kinda cruel you know" laced with sarcasm Morgan stares amusedly at the Homunculus who bears a striking resemblance to her daughter.

"Does she have a death wish?" The voice of doctor Roman is heard asking the question that's currently running through the kinds of everyone.