Incest Pendragon

Yeah, since he had already complied to solve his business and pleasure matters, why didn't he combine the two?

With that decision made, all his hesitation was swept away, replaced by a wicked smirk.

He placed his finger on her lips, forcing her to lick it as he caressed her fiery hair.

She froze momentarily, then grabbed his finger and began licking it lewdly.

Her saliva erotically spread across his fingers, and he found his movements halting as he couldn't suppress a groan.

Sith restlessly sucked on his fingers, her dripping saliva coating them thoroughly.

Her other hand was busy, focusing intently on stroking his cock, tending to his growing erection while her mouth remained occupied with his finger.

As she cast aside all of her arrogant pretense, her slutty side began to resurface.

She even took the initiative to cater to his degenerate needs, making sure he was thoroughly satisfied with her service.

Her gaze burned with lust, and each of her strokes and sucks grew more intense as time passed, pushing him closer and closer to the edge.

Yet, just as he was about to climax, her fingers denied him any chance of release.

Before he could voice his objection, Sith playfully blinked at him, signaling with her eyes that there was no need to be impatient—this game was far from over.

Then, with a teasing smirk, she spat saliva onto his cock and engulfed it entirely in her mouth.

He couldn't hold back any longer, releasing all of his pent-up urges into her mouth, feeling her throat eagerly swallowing every drop of his essence in a single, satisfying gulp.

She cast him a playful gaze once more, her legs spread wide open in a blatant invitation, teasing him with her seductive pussy.

However, this time, he didn't take the bait.

Instead, he forcefully closed her legs and said,

"Enough for now, Baobhan Sith. I want to know your game. Why the sudden change of heart? Why did you kill all the members of the Church in the Capital? What is your true intention?"

Despite all his assumptions, it was hard for him to truly believe that she had become so attached to him merely because he had taken her virginity.

Yet, he had guessed incorrectly. Her growing dependence on him wasn't simply due to the fact that he was her first; it was far more complex.

He had broken her so thoroughly, and his words about casting her aside after using her for sex had ignited something deep and intense within her.

She came to the harsh realization that she didn't want to be abandoned, that the very thought of being discarded was unbearable to her.

It was a feeling she hated, even though it stemmed from someone who had been blackmailing her into sex and forcing her into submission.

"You're doubting me even after I've shown you my sincerity, King Uther? Is it really so hard to understand? I've already satisfied all of your twisted desires, becoming the submissive slut who caters to your every need at the cost of my own pride, yet you still doubt me," Sith sighed, pulling the blanket over her naked body, trying to cover herself as best she could.

"Anyway, come with me, King Uther. Hold me tonight. I want to feel your presence beside me. There's no need for doubt, no need for questions. You can see for yourself the extent of my sincerity to serve you. I will never deny you."

Uther silently nodded and moved closer, slipping into the blanket with her, wrapping his arms around her in the stillness of the night.

No words were exchanged between them.

Only the silence and the rapid beating of their hearts accompanied them through the night.

...

In the morning

Feeling a heavy burden lift from his mind, Uther was overcome by an intense wave of pleasure washing over him.

Slowly, he opened his eyes and found the sultry fae clinging tightly to his arm, her bare skin pressed against him as she turned her face toward his.

Their gazes locked, and with a playful smirk, she spoke.

"Be grateful, pervert. I've already taken care of your morning wood while you were still sleeping," she huffed. Her hand mischievously stroked his cock, which had softened due to the so-called "care" she had mentioned.

Despite its softened state, his length remained long and firm. With just a single touch, she awakened the beast within him, causing his cock to harden in an instant.

She continued to stroke his cock gently, her body pressed closer against his, and she blew a hot whisper into his ear, asking seductively.

"How is it? Do you like it, pervert?"

Her hand continued teasing his length as she spoke, and Uther couldn't resist.

He grasped her hand in response, guiding her to stroke him faster.

She eagerly complied, eliciting a groan of pleasure from him.

Eventually, he released his grip on her hand and surrendered to the sensation, his climax spilling into her palm without hesitation.

She wiped it away with a handkerchief, then kissed him passionately, knowing full well that he disliked kissing or touching his own cum.

Considerate of his preferences, she made sure her hand was clean before indulging in the fiery kiss.

After breaking the kiss, she nestled herself against his arm, leaning her head on his shoulder with a content sigh.

"King Uther... Honestly, I never thought I would devote myself to a lecherous man like you. You should be proud to have a powerful fae who not only tends to you in bed but also slays your foes," she said assertively.

"Why didn't you ask me first if you wanted to get rid of the church?" Uther asked, his voice laced with doubt.

"It was a gift and a surprise from me. No need to doubt it, pervert," Sith replied with a snort, her fingers tracing sensually across his chest.

The lingering scent of sweat and sex filled the air as her erotic, naked form continued to provoke him. His once-softened cock began to harden once again, and the demand for more pleasure surged within him.

Without needing to be told, the fae released his arm and guided his cock to her entrance. She rode him eagerly, letting him release all of his pent-up desire into her, holding nothing back as her slutty cunt took care of every last ounce of his lust.

In this moment, Uther truly understood what it meant to be king—not through the dull and tedious act of slaying Saxons, but here, in the embrace of the fae's pussy, he felt like the true king of the world.