Then, jin woo turned his gaze toward the rows of silent, frozen fairies.
"Now," Jin-Woo said calmly, "put one hundred and twenty percent effort into what I ask of you."
"One of those task is put Morgan Le Fay's life above your own. That is your new standard. You will protect her, day and night. Twenty-four hours. No excuses."
"And when the time comes—when my second task is given—you will carry it out. With one hundred and twenty percent of your soul. And if you succeed…"
He raised his hand toward them like a god granting mercy.
"…I will reward you. With the right to remain in this world. As living beings."
The fairies—once proud, once ready to revolt—all bowed their heads and said in unison:
"Yes, sir Jin-Woo."
A chorus. Clear. Definite.
Jin-Woo waved his hand toward the throne's double doors.
"Now get out. I want to speak to Morgan."
The crowd began to disperse without hesitation. No complaints. No questions. One by one, they get out of the throne room, shadows parting to allow them passage.
Only Aurora remained. Still on her knees. Still clutching her arm. Silent.
A young fairy rushed to her side. Coral , her eyes wide with worry, knelt beside her.
"Milady," Coral whispered gently, "let me heal you…"
But Aurora didn't respond. She didn't speak. Didn't nod. Didn't even look at her.
She just stared—at the floor, at the blood, at her own broken reflection—lost in her thoughts, silent as the weight of everything she'd believed in began to crack around her.
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In the grand throne room of Camelot—now reshaped by shadows and rule alike—Morgan sat upon her throne, her long silver hair cascading like a veil. Beside her stood her loyal knights: Melusine, arms folded and brow furrowed; Barghest, silently watching with her usual blunt seriousness; and Baobhan Sith, her daughter, silent but attentive, her gaze flicking between each speaker.
Melusine finally broke the quiet, her voice firm but respectful.
"Is that really necessary, Sir Jin-Woo? Forgive me for saying this… but you're worse than my Queen."
A soft, unexpected chuckle escaped Morgan before she responded—her tone calm, but edged with irony.
"My husband... Even when I ruled with an iron fist, I still allowed my people time to breathe."
Jin-Woo stood at the base of the throne's steps, arms crossed. His gaze was sharp, merciless in clarity.
"And they used that breath to plot rebellion," he replied. "I don't need rest to become a gift. I need them exhausted to the core. I want them to understand… that even being alive is already a mercy."
Barghest's eyes narrowed slightly, a beat of silence passing before she asked:
"…Is that what Bellion meant, then? When he said you chose your army? You brought them back to serve you… to obey you in death?"
Jin-Woo nodded. "I am the second Shadow Monarch. After Ashborn—the King of the Dead. Every dead soul hears my call. And those who are worthy… they answer it."
His gaze swept the room, like judging each of them.
"That is how my army never stops growing. And the moment one side achieves absolute victory… no complaints can be made. All parties give no quarter. But I do the same."
His words echoed across the stone walls like judgment itself—sharp, decisive, final.
Baobhan Sith shivered slightly but said nothing.
Melusine turned her head away, brow tight with restrained emotion.
Morgan only smiled faintly. She had once ruled with fear. But now, beside this man… she understood what it meant to rule with command—with presence so absolute that even rebellion broke before it could begin.
She glanced toward her daughter with a teasing grin.
"My daughter… I think you've finally met someone who'd make a proper friend for you."
Baobhan Sith's eyes lit up instantly. "You mean it, Mother?"
But Jin-Woo stepped in before she could daydream any further.
"Sith Lords and someone who just has 'Sith' in their name… are two very different things," he said flatly. "And it's best you don't meet one. Your mother already got bloodied and nearly lost a limb fighting just one."
Morgan chuckled, rubbing her arm slightly. "Jacen Solo… I fought his Jedi self. He was already overwhelming. But you're right, my husband—Caedus, his Sith identity, was completely different when I thought ."
Barghest, still looking contemplative, finally spoke up.
"My queen… May I ask? Between Bellion and this Caedus man… who was stronger? Bellion defeated me like I was nothing."
Morgan leaned back, gaze thoughtful.
"I never fought Bellion, not directly. But I watched your duel with him, Barghest. He's powerful—undeniably. Probably stronger in raw strength. But Caedus…"
Her eyes darkened slightly as she remembered the pressure of the Force.
"Caedus had abilities that… defied Natural Laws . His so-called 'Force powers' bypassed all my passive magical defenses like they weren't even there. He flung me through the air like I weighed nothing.
Jin-Woo gave a short, focused explanation of the Force to Baobhan Sith, Barghest, and Melusine—condensed and efficient, lasting just around fifteen minutes. He broke it down simply: the Force is a living energy that connects all things, flowing through every being and object. Some individuals are sensitive to it, able to tap into its power. There is a Light side, guided by serenity and selflessness, and a Dark side, powered by emotion and domination. The Force itself isn't evil or good—it merely reflects the will of its user. Its application depends on intent, not nature. It is instinct, reaction, awareness, and presence.
Morgan, sitting silently through it, absorbed every word with fascination—especially the duality of the Force. Her eyes lingered thoughtfully on Jin-Woo, clearly intrigued by the concept of balance between such powers.
Later that night, Morgan quietly led Jin-Woo into her royal chambers. The room was quiet, the air cool and steady. As they both sat beside each other on the edge of the bed, Morgan leaned in and embraced him tightly.
Before Jin-Woo could say a word—she broke.
Tears welled in her eyes again and rolled silently down her face, soaking into his chest. She clung to him, wordless and trembling. And Jin-Woo… said nothing. He held her gently, letting her cry. Letting her be. Because she wasn't just a queen tonight—she was someone who, for the first time in centuries, had found love. And he honored that moment in silence.
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Morgan's tears slowly subsided as she felt the warmth and comfort of Jin-Woo's embrace. She pulled back slightly, looking up at him with red-rimmed eyes and a trembling smile. "Thank you," she whispered, her voice hoarse from crying. "No one has ever do what you did ."
Jin-Woo's heart ached for her, this powerful queen who had never known the simple comfort of being held. He cupped her face gently, wiping away the remaining tears with his thumbs."You deserve to be loved, Morgan, Truly loved, not just desired or feared."
Morgan gasped as Jin-Woo's hand slid into her pants, his fingers finding her already wet folds. "Ahh, Jin-Woo, I'm too... oh!"
She couldn't finish her sentence as pleasure overwhelmed her, her hips bucking against his hand.
At the same time, Morgan's hand wrapped around Jin-Woo's hard cock, stroking it firmly. She pumped her fist up and down his length, her touch confident and eager.
"Jin-Woo, please," she panted, her eyes locked on his ."Cum with me, together."
Jin-Woo hips thrusting into Morgan's hand. He felt the pressure building, his release imminent.
Morgan's body tensed, her inner walls clamping down on Jin-Woo's fingers.
"I'm cumminggg! "she cried out, her orgasm crashing over her.
Morgan's aggressive nature took over as she roughly pulled down Jin-Woo's lower clothes, revealing his hardened cock. She pouted, her eyes flashing with dominance.
"My husband, this is your punishment for embarrassing me," she said, her voice stern despite the desire in her gaze.
Jin-Woo smirked, unfazed by her commanding tone.
"Scary, scary Queen of Britain, now showing her true colors," he teased, his eyes gleaming with mischief.
Morgan huffed, pressing her large breasts against his length and stroking him with her soft flesh.
"Release it, Jin-Woo," she ordered, her voice husky with need. "Release your cummm."
Jin-Woo groaned, his grip tightening on Morgan's hair.
"Ahhh, Morgannnn!" he cried out, thrusting his hips forward and forcing his cock into her mouth.
Morgan's aggressive facade crumbled as Jin-Woo's thick cock invaded her mouth. She moaned around him, her eyes fluttering closed as she savored the taste and feel of his manhood. Her hands gripped his thighs, her nails digging into his skin as she surrendered to his dominance.
"Mmmph!" she muffled, her throat convulsing as Jin-Woo's hot seed spilled onto her tongue. She swallowed greedily, drinking down every drop of his essence. Tears pricked at the corners of her eyes, but they were tears of submission and pleasure, not sadness.
Jin-Woo held her head in place, his hips jerking as he emptied himself into her willing mouth ."That's it, Morgan,"
he growled, his voice thick with satisfaction." Take it all. Show me how much you love your husband's cum."
Morgan, her eyes shining with devotion and submission, looked up at Jin Woo.
"My husband, my master, Jin Woo the Shadow Monarch," she began, her voice trembling slightly with emotion. "This lowly queen begs for your permission to insert your magnificent cock into her virgin vulva."
Jin Woo gazed down at her, his expression a mix of desire and concern. After a moment, he nodded.
"Permission granted, my queen,"he said, his voice low and husky.
With a shuddering breath, Morgan positioned herself above him. Slowly, she began to lower herself onto his massive shaft. The head of his cock pressed against her virgin entrance, and
she gasped at the unfamiliar pressure. Inch by inch, she slid down, her tight channel stretching to accommodate his girth. The pain was intense, tears streaming down her face as she was filled beyond anything she'd ever experienced.
Morgan's tears flowed freely as she impaled herself on Jin-Woo's massive cock, her virgin pussy stretching painfully around his girth. She cried out against his lips, her body shaking with a mix of pleasure and agony.
"Ahhh, Jin-Woo! It's too big!" she sobbed, her nails raking down his back.
Jin-Woo froze, concern etched on his face.
"Morgan, are you okay? We can stop if it's too much," he said gently, trying to pull away.
But Morgan held him tighter, kissing him deeply."
It's okay, my master," she whispered against his lips.
"Let this lowly queen pleasure herself for you. I need to feel you inside me, filling me completely."
Jin-Woo hesitated for a moment longer, searching Morgan's eyes for any sign of hesitation. But all he saw was love, submission, and a desperate need for him.
Morgan's hips gyrated wildly, her juicy ass slapping against Jin-Woo's thighs with each downward thrust. The lewd sound of their flesh meeting echoed through the room, punctuated by Morgan's breathy cries. " pap pap pap pap "
"Am I pleasing you, my husband?" she panted, her blonde hair plastered to her forehead with sweat.
Jin-Woo's eyes darkened with desire as he watched Morgan's hips sway, her tight pussy gripping his cock like a velvet vise. The wet sounds of their joining filled the air, obscene and erotic.
"Not yet, my queen," he growled,
Morgan's eyes fluttered closed, her head tilting back as she surrendered to the pleasure. Jin-Woo's massive cock stretched her impossibly wide, each thrust sending shockwaves of ecstasy through her body.
"Ahhh, Jin-Woo!"she cried out, her nails digging into his shoulders.
Suddenly, Jin-Woo grabbed her wrists, pinning them above her head. With a fierce grunt, he began to pound into her mercilessly, his hips moving like a piston. Morgan's eyes widened, her mouth falling open in a silent scream as Jin-Woo's brutal pace drove her closer and closer to the edge. "Yes, my master!"
Jin-Woo's grip on her wrists tightened, his fingers digging into her soft skin. He leaned down, his lips brushing against her ear.
"You're mine, Morgan,"hegrowled, his voice low and commanding.
"Say it.Repeat after me: I am Jin-Woo's queen, his possession, his to use and dominate as he pleases."
Morgan's body shuddered beneath him, her arousal spiking at his dominant words.She could feel her orgasm building, coiling tight in her core.
"I... Iam Jin-Woo's queen,"
she panted, her voice trembling."His possession. His to use and dominate as he pleases."
Jin-Woo's hips snapped forward, driving his cock deep into her."Louder,"he demanded, his breath hot against her neck."I want all of England to hear you claim me as your master."
Morgan's screams echoed through the grand halls of the palace, her voice ringing with submission and ecstasy.
"IAM JIN-WOO'S QUEEN!"she cried out,
her body convulsing beneath him as a powerful orgasm tore through her.
"His possession! His to use and dominate as he pleases!"
Jin-Woo growled in approval, his hips pistoning wildly as he chased his own release.The sound of their flesh slapping together filled the room,
He leaned down, sinking his teeth into the soft flesh where Morgan's neck met her shoulder, marking her as his.
"Come for me again, my queen," jin-woo commanded, his voice a low, guttural rumble.
"Come on my cock like the perfect little slut you are."
Morgan's body obeyed his command without hesitation, another orgasm crashing over her like a tidal wave.
Master... I'm reaching my limit..."Morgan gasped, her voice trembling as she clung to Jin-Woo, her nails digging into his back. "Ahh, Master...I'm going to .."
Jin-Woo's grip tightened on her hips, his thrusts becoming erratic as he chased his own release.
"Fuck, Morgan...I'm gonna cum...I'm gonna fill you up so fucking full..." With a final, powerful thrust, Jin-Woo buried himself deep inside Morgan, his cock pulsing as he spilled his hot seed into her waiting womb.
Morgan's eyes rolled back, her body convulsing violently as an intense orgasm ripped through her.
"Master... too much...I can't..."she whimpered, her vision blurring as she slipped into unconsciousness, Jin-Woo's cum overflowing from her stretched hole and dripping down her thighs.
Morgan's eyes fluttered shut, her face contorted in an expression of pure ecstasy as she fainted, her body convulsing uncontrollably beneath Jin-Woo.
"Morgan...Morgan... MORGAN!" Jin-Woo roared,
his hips moving in a frenzied rhythm, the sound of his pelvis slapping against her ass filling the chamber with a lewd, pap-pap-pap-pap noise. Cum overflowed from Morgan's hole, dripping down her thighs and pooling beneath her as Jin-Woo continued to pump his seed into her limp, unconscious form.
Jin-Woo's hips moved like a piston, pounding into Morgan's unconscious form with brutal intensity. He grabbed her breasts, squeezing and kneading the soft flesh as he milked her for all she was worth.
"Take my cum, you slut queen ," he growled, his voice dripping with dominance.
"I'm going to breed you like a bitch in heat."
Morgan could only moan weakly, her body jerking with each thrust as Jin-Woo's thick seed flooded her womb. The sound of his hips slapping against her ass echoed through the chamber, a primal rhythm that spoke of his animalistic need to claim her completely. He continued to pump load after load into her, determined to impregnate her with his royal heir, marking her as his forever.
Jin-Woo's final thrust was brutal, his hips slamming into Morgan's with enough force to lift her off the ground.
"Take it, Morgan Le Fay!" he roared, his voice echoing off the chamber walls. "This is my final load, the one that will bind you to me forever!"
Morgan's eyes snapped open, rolling back in her head as she felt Jin-Woo's massive cock swell inside her, pumping her full of his royal seed. Her stomach began to distend, growing larger by the second as Jin-Woo's potent cum filled her to the brim.
"AAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH JIN WOOOOOO!" she screamed, her voice hoarse and raw from the intensity of her orgasm. The pleasure was overwhelming, bordering on pain as Jin-Woo's final load stretched her womb to its limits.
Jin-Woo collapsed onto the bed beside Morgan, his chest heaving as he sleep to catch his breath.
Morgan stirred, her movements sluggish and uncoordinated as she regained a semblance of consciousness. With a soft moan, she rolled onto her side, facing Jin-Woo's sleeping form. Her hand trembled as she reached out, wrapping her fingers around his semi-hard cock.
"The Shadow Monarch still has some left..." she murmured, her voice barely above a whisper.
She began to stroke him gently, her movements slow and deliberate, a submissive gesture born of exhaustion and lingering arousal. Jin-Woo stirred, his hips twitching slightly as Morgan's hand worked his length, coaxing him back to full hardness. Even in his sleep, his body responded to her touch, craving more of her submission.
Morgan's grip tightened, her movements becoming more urgent as she pumped Jin-Woo's cock with renewed vigor. Despite his exhaustion, Jin-Woo's hips jerked forward, his body responding instinctively to Morgan's touch. With a low groan, he spilled his final load, his cum splattering onto the bedsheets as Morgan struggled to guide his length to her mouth.
"Even now... I don't have enough strength..." she panted, her own exhaustion evident in her weak, trembling limbs. She crawled back up the bed, collapsing beside Jin-Woo and curling into his side.
"My Shadow Monarch..." she murmured, her voice slurred with sleep. Within moments, she was fast asleep, her head resting on Jin-Woo's chest, their bodies intertwined in a sated, exhausted embrace.
The chamber was silent, save for the gentle sound of their breathing, a testament to the intense, passionate encounter that had just unfolded between the Shadow Monarch and his queen.
Jin-Woo stirred, his eyes fluttering open as he slowly regained consciousness.He glanced down at Morgan's sleeping form, taking in the bruises and marks that adorned her body, a stark reminder of his earlier brutality. A pang of guilt twisted in his chest as he recalled the way he had ravaged her, his dominance and desire overriding his usual restraint. He leaned down, pressing a gentle kiss to her forehead.
"Sorry for being too harsh on you, Morgan," he murmured, his voice barely audible. He slipped out of bed, moving silently towards the balcony that overlooked his World of eternal slumber.
The night air was cool against his skin as he stepped outside, the darkness that enveloped his realm a mirror to the turmoil within his own heart. With a flick of his wrist, he summoned a cigarette, the ember glowing brightly as he took a long drag.
Morgan woke with a start, her hand instinctively going to her stomach as she felt the unfamiliar bulge. She looked down, taking in the dried cum that smeared her face and body, a vivid reminder of their earlier encounter.With a wave of her hand, she cleaned herself up, her magecraft erasing the evidence of their passion.
She dressed quickly, slipping into a fresh gown before moving towards the balcony. Jin-Woo stood silhouetted against the darkness, his cigarette glowing like a beacon in the night. She wrapped her arms around him from behind, pressing herself against his back.
"Want another round?" she murmured, her lips brushing against his ear.
Jin-Woo tensed, his grip tightening on the cigarette, its ember glowing faintly in the dark.
"Not now," he replied, voice cold and firm. "I have problems that need to be dealt with."