Chapter 41: North Wales 6
As night deepened, only the crackle of the bonfire and the chirping of insects echoed through the makeshift camp of the North Wales Knights.
The knights, sated and drowsy, had taken turns standing watch before falling into a deep slumber, and the Servants inside the carriage had finally quieted down as well.
“Maybe I should get some sleep, too.”
Kay, who had volunteered to tend the embers and keep watch, stretched his limbs as he stood up.
“My lord… are you still awake?”
A sultry voice drifted from behind him.
Turning around, he saw Tamamo approaching, her tail swaying rhythmically. Instead of her usual ornate kimono, she wore only a thin sleep-slip, her cheeks flushed with a strangely bashful expression.
“Oh, Tamamo. Did you wake up? It’s freezing—why are you dressed so lightly?”
As Kay moved to drape his outer coat over her, Tamamo stepped back slightly and gently tugged on his sleeve.
“Um, my lord. It’s embarrassing to admit… but tonight, for some reason, I find myself craving your warmth. I want… to do it. Just a little.”
She whispered in a low, tentative voice, her head bowed.
Normally, she would have wagged her tail openly and pounced on him with a mischievous, “I’ll make sure you can’t even move tomorrow, miko!” But tonight, her sudden shyness and cautious demeanor felt oddly out of place.
“…Here, at the camp? Everyone is asleep. How could we possibly… If we make any noise, we’ll wake the knights.”
“That’s why… could we go just a little deeper into the forest? Neither you nor I are the type to be easily ambushed in the wild, right? Please… I beg you…”
Tamamo looked up at him with pleading eyes, pressing her chest firmly against his arm.
Kay scratched the back of his head, feeling conflicted, but the truth was that he, too, had been wound tight. After days of constant tension since crossing from the Abyssal Realm to Britain, his desires had been building up.
Moreover, he wasn't heartless enough to reject that seductive fox when she was asking so timidly.
“Fine. But we keep it quiet, and we make it quick.”
“Ah! Thank you, my lord…!”
Avoiding the presence of the sleeping knights, the two slipped away into the deep, oppressive shadows of the forest where the moonlight barely penetrated.
They found a small clearing blanketed in soft moss.
Kay spread his coat on the ground and slowly slid the thin slip off Tamamo’s body.
Under the pale moonlight, her skin was as dazzlingly white and smooth as ever. Kay wrapped his arms around her waist and pressed his lips softly against her, tracing the line from her nape down to her collarbone.
“…Hnn.”
Tamamo trembled, letting out a short, sharp moan.
But something felt off.
As Kay stroked her skin, he noticed a subtle dissonance. While Tamamo’s skin usually felt like the warmth of a spring afternoon, the body in his arms now felt strangely cool, her muscles taut with tension.
The sensation of her lips and the scent of her skin were different too—instead of her usual playful sweetness, there was a heavier, deeper aroma.
“Tamamo? You seem a bit stiff tonight. And you smell a little different.”
When Kay asked, tilting his head in confusion, the woman in his arms flinched and answered hurriedly.
“A-ahaha… It’s probably because I’m breathing the air of Britain instead of the Abyssal Realm! And… it’s my first time doing this outdoors, in secret, so I’m just nervous…”
Her tone wavered slightly, but Kay dismissed it, assuming she was simply overwhelmed by the thrill of an outdoor tryst.
“Is that so? Then relax. For now, start with your mouth, like usual.”
“Yes… yes…”
Tamamo lowered herself carefully and moved toward Kay’s lower half.
The moment she faced his rock-hard, swollen member, her eyes widened in sheer disbelief.
As if confronting a massive beast for the first time, her breathing became ragged and her fingertips trembled violently.
Eventually, her soft lips closed around him.
“…Ugh.”
Kay frowned.
Tamamo’s usual dazzling, seductive technique—the kind that felt like it was stealing his very soul—was completely gone.
Instead, she licked and sucked with clumsy, rigid movements, driven by raw instinct. Every so often, her sharp fangs would graze him, sending a dangerous shiver down his spine.
Is she seriously doing this on purpose? Is this some kind of 'beginner' roleplay?
Despite his confusion, the raw, desperate nature of her caresses provided a primal pleasure that left Kay breathless.
Soon reaching his limit, Kay gripped her hair and released a flood of hot, dense white mana into her mouth.
“…! Mmph, mmmph…♡”
Her eyes flew open in a mix of shock and pain, but she didn't spit it out; instead, she swallowed every drop of Kay’s mana.
Licking the remnants from her lips, she wore an expression of pure, intoxicated bliss.
“…It tastes delicious, my lord.”
She slowly turned over, pressing herself against the coat and arching her hips upward.
It was Kay’s favorite position, and the one that allowed her to best support his weight.
“I’m coming in.”
Kay gripped her pelvis tightly and merged their bodies in one powerful thrust.
“AAAAAH!!”
A scream tore through the silence of the forest.
Tamamo gripped the dirt beneath her, trying to stifle the pain. Kay felt a strange, tight friction—a foreign sensation that once again signaled something was wrong.
But instinct had already overridden reason. Panting like a predator, Kay began to claim her depths with merciless intensity.
“Hah, haa…♡ Deeper… deeper… aaah!”
Despite the pain, she matched his violent rhythm, clinging to him even tighter.
The sounds filling the forest were no longer Tamamo’s usual soft coos, but low, animalistic moans of desperate longing.
The woman panting beneath Kay was not Tamamo.
It was Artoria Alter, wearing the fox’s guise through Tamamo’s perfect transformation and illusion magic.
Ah, Kay…♡
Alter felt as though she would lose consciousness from the overwhelming impact and pleasure striking her from behind.
While her mind tried to mimic a novice, her body melted helplessly under the violent ecstasy. Every time a drop of Kay’s sweat fell upon her back, she called his name a thousand times in her heart.
Alter knew the truth.
Her oblivious, stubborn, and rigidly honest brother would never embrace her as a woman.
As long as the shackle of being his "little sister" existed, he would treat her as nothing more than a cute sibling for the rest of her life.
That thought was unbearably miserable.
That was why she had swallowed her pride and bowed her head to that seductive fox she had fought during the day, begging for the spell.
If it meant being loved by Kay, if it meant conceiving his child, wearing another woman’s skin and playing the part of a whore was a small price to pay.
I don’t care if it’s a lie… I don’t care if it’s a deception…
Alter clawed at the ground until her nails bled, absorbing every ounce of pleasure.
If this is the only way I can fill myself with Kay…♡!
Finally, reaching the peak of climax, Kay growled like a beast and poured his heavy, searing seed into her deepest reaches.
“AAAAH♡♡♡!”
Alter shivered violently, letting out a cry of pure rapture.
Kay’s life force, hot and pulsing, filled her womb.
Overwhelmed by the sense of possession and fullness, tears of joy and longing streamed from Alter’s true eyes, hidden beneath the illusion.
It didn't end with just one. They shifted positions, continuing again and again.
And finally, a last spray of white mana covered her.
As that life-filled mana scattered across her, Alter basked in the ecstasy of the taste.
As the dawn mist cleared and morning broke, Kay returned to the carriage after their secret affair and collapsed into a deep sleep, utterly exhausted.
In the furthest corner of the carriage, the real Tamamo, disguised as Alter, pretended to be asleep.
Tamamo held up a small hand mirror and dispelled the illusion. The fox's mask vanished, revealing the sweat-drenched face of the real Artoria Alter.
“Well done, sister-in-law. For your first time, it seems things were quite intense, hm?”
Tamamo asked with a mischievous grin, handing her a wet towel.
With a flushed face, Alter took the towel and wiped herself down. The heavy sensation of Kay’s presence remaining in her lower abdomen brought an irrepressible smile to her lips.
“Truly… it was everything I dreamed of… no, it was far more wonderfully terrible than any dream♡”
Alter murmured, tenderly caressing her stomach. Her gaze was no longer that of a tyrant, but that of a girl deeply in love.
“I owe you a great debt. I take back calling you a beast. Later, I shall compensate you grandly—even if I have to raid the warehouses of North Wales or some other territory.”
“Oh, there’s no need for payment. As a woman, I completely understand the desire to monopolize one's beloved. Since we share the same man, a little mutual aid is only natural, don't you think?”
Tamamo giggled coyly, covering her mouth with a fan.
“But, sister-in-law, when do you plan to reveal this scandalous secret to my lord?”
Alter gazed silently at Kay’s broad back as he slept soundly.
“I have no intention of telling him yet,” Alter replied softly.
“Once we arrive in North Wales, I will first notify that stifling, obnoxious Lancer of this joyful news. I’ll shatter his spirit by telling him that I was the first to receive my brother’s seed… and only then, long after, will I tell my brother.”
The fact that she had become the sister most physically cherished by her brother made Alter’s heart race with a mixture of guilt and triumph.
“I know it is a wicked thing to do. But Kay would never embrace me of his own accord. I know it is selfish and despicable, but this is the Pendragon way.”
“Wow, exactly like your trashy father’s methods~”
Uther had seduced Igraine by transforming himself into her husband, Gorlois. It was a Pendragon family tradition—or perhaps a mythological one.
Even in distant Egypt, Nephthys, who loved Osiris, had disguised herself as his wife, Isis, to sleep with him behind her husband Set’s back.
It was a traditional *yobai*.
Though Alter felt a flicker of guilt toward Kay, her desire to be loved by him far outweighed it. After all, they weren't blood-related.
As Kay continued to snore, oblivious to everything, a storm of jealousy and passion—more dizzying and terrifying than any training in the Abyssal Realm—was slowly gathering on the horizon of his future.
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