Chapter 1140: ~Divorce Counselling Part-3~

Proud!

Morgana stared at his proud member—towering, pulsing, almost begging for attention. It stood upright with a dominance that made her lips curl, so proudly and so painfully stiff, the veins throbbing up its thick length, tracing like sinuous rivers under the skin. It looked angry, and needy, the tip already blushing and glistening as if it had been waiting too long to be touched.

She stared at it with a slightly surprised expression, her eyes wide, her brows arching as she glanced at Aether’s face—so innocent, so sweet, so frustratingly unaware of what he carried between his legs. Then her eyes lowered again... to that hard, beautiful cock.

His face and his cock... absolutely not matching up.

"Fu~Fu~ They say the most innocent ones are always the most dangerous... I wonder if that’s true in your case,"

Morgana whispered, her voice like warm syrup dripping into his ears.

Her tongue flicked across her lips, slow and seductive, leaving a shiny trail of moisture as she tilted her head and glanced at Nyx, who looked thoroughly uninterested in anything happening—her arms folded, simply waiting for the ritual to begin.

"Since you asked so directly... I suppose I’ll tell you how. But the thing is..."

Morgana leaned in closer, her breath brushing along his length as she let her voice drop low,

"...you need to lubricate it. And the best way to do that... is like this."

She smirked like a predator finding a treat and parted her lips, slowly, deliberately, before letting her tongue stretch out—long and smooth—and gave a deep, slow lick from the base of his cock all the way to the tip.

Aether flinched, his muscles jolting from the shock. That sensation—so wet, so hot, so direct—it was just like Dora’s touch when she touched him through the pants.

His breath caught in his throat, eyes fluttering slightly.

His cock twitched violently, trembling under the intensity, and with no warning, his pre-cum spilled out, a thick, glistening stream.

Morgana didn’t stop. Her lips parted more as she inhaled, the musky scent hitting her nose and making her pupils dilate. She let her tongue curl at the tip, collecting his nectar, and paused.

Her eyes slowly lifted to meet his.

"Mmm... Not bad," she purred.

Aether gave a small smirk, his face still carrying that innocent, unreadable calm, yet his cheeks were faintly flushed. He looked at Nyx, who still hadn’t moved or said a word.

’Just what’s going on in her head?’

Morgana’s tongue resumed its dance, slowly swirling around his shaft. She dragged it along every vein, every inch of flesh, making it wetter, slicker. She was painting it with her saliva—coating it with her desire—while her hand gently squeezed the base, controlling its twitching.

Nyx, who had been quietly watching, finally spoke.

"For lubrication... can we use any other liquid instead of... licking it?"

Her tone was clinical, detached. Morgana paused and turned to her, nodding slightly while keeping her hand wrapped around Aether’s shaft.

"Yeah, we could. But this method... is far more thorough. Plus, I enjoy it."

Nyx nodded and scribbled something quickly into her notes, seemingly unmoved.

Morgana turned back with a playful hum, continuing to lick—now focusing on the swollen veins, her tongue slowly tracing the thickest one. Aether’s entire body stiffened. His hands clenched the edge of the bed, his breath ragged, cheeks flushed deep red. Her licking... just the licking... was enough to make his mind blur.

It felt so good it hurt. The tip was so hot and swollen it pulsed with every heartbeat, aching for release.

"Now... for the main dish—" Morgana grinned, lifting her hips to straddle him.

Just as she was about to move, however—

"Nyx... I want to do it with you."

Aether’s voice sliced through the air, firm and serious.

Nyx slowly turned her head toward him, her expression one of restrained frustration. She shook her head, her lips drawn in a thin line.

"You see, Her Majesty sent her personal subordinate to help me with this. And you—always disagreeing—it’s only making things harder for us. Aether... I need to understand the ritual correctly. You’ve held back until now, so why this sudden change?"

Aether looked down slightly, a pained expression flickering in his eyes. His fingers trembled beside him.

"But... I don’t want to do it with someone else. Aren’t you my wife now? Shouldn’t you be the one to take responsibility instead of letting another woman do it? Doesn’t this feel wrong to you?"

His words hung heavy in the air.

They didn’t hit her heart—they hit the air.

Nyx tilted her head, confused.

"What’s wrong?"

Aether’s lips twitched. He turned his head toward Morgana, who was still hovering above his cock, a smirk curving her lips. Her expression was teasing, like a succubus watching her prey stumble, amused by his helplessness.

She slowly parted her long slit skirt—not enough to reveal everything, just a tease—and sat herself just over him. He couldn’t see anything. The fabric still covered her most intimate parts, hiding the view, but he could feel the heat from her core hovering inches away from his wet, throbbing cock.

His breath hitched. The scent of her—earthy, dark, seductive—wrapped around him like a spell.

She slowly rubbed her slits along the length of his cock, dragging the soft, slick folds across his twitching shaft with delicious pressure, smearing her wetness all over him. Every slow glide sent shivers up Aether’s spine, until finally, she shifted her hips slightly, aimed just right, and began to slowly take him inside.

"Arrhh~"

Aether let out a strained growl, his breath hitched, his fingers curling hard into the edge of the bed. Her insides... they weren’t just hot and tight—they were alive. It felt like soft, sinuous little snakes were coiling around him, gripping him in ways he never imagined.

Every inch deeper made him twitch violently inside her.

Morgana let out a soft growl of her own, low and feminine, her breath becoming shallow as she panted. Her cheeks flushed a soft pink, her lips parted as her body reacted to the thick girth inside her.

She glanced at Nyx with a sly smile and added playfully,

"And that... is how you take his cock into your pussy... nice and deep."

Nyx blinked, her expression unreadable at first, then she frowned slightly.

"Wouldn’t it hurt...? That thing is huge, right? I mean... Can I see it?"

Her voice carried a tone of genuine curiosity, innocent but inquisitive.

Morgana chuckled and nodded.

"Of course you can, little scholar..."

She leaned forward, careful not to expose too much to Aether’s eyes. Her long blue skirt kept her front well-covered as she lifted the back part, deliberately positioning herself so Nyx could peek from behind.

Aether bit down on his lower lip, hard, trying to hold back the overwhelming wave of pressure surging through his cock.

His release was close—too close.

He glanced at Morgana, who met his gaze with a devilish grin of satisfaction, her lower body angled toward Nyx, revealing her back completely while keeping the rest hidden from him.

"Can’t hold it, little guy~?"

Morgana teased, her voice like silk soaked in mischief. She leaned down and softly bit his neck, her fangs grazing his skin playfully.

Aether clenched his jaw, his abs tightening as he tried to resist her games. He knew exactly what she was trying to do—entice him, push him into a frenzy, make him lose control.

Meanwhile—

Nyx leaned forward from her chair, tilting her head as she squinted at Morgana’s backside.

"...I can’t see it. Your butt’s hiding everything."

Morgana let out a sultry laugh.

"Haha... Then part it with your hands, little girl~ Go ahead. I don’t mind."

Nyx nodded, setting her pen and notebook down. With a calm, almost clinical focus, she reached forward and used both hands to gently part Morgana’s large, soft asscheeks.

And there, tucked between the parted mounds, Nyx saw it—Morgana’s tight little pink asshole perched just above her soaked, swollen slits. Nestled inside those glistening folds was Aether’s cock—thick, trembling, completely swallowed by her hungry pussy. Her walls pulsed around it, squeezing it like she didn’t want to let go.

Nyx stared intently at the joining, her expression thoughtful as she tilted her head and asked,

"Now what? Does the baby come out now?"

Aether nearly groaned out loud at that. His eye twitched. His hand briefly twitched as if considering smacking some sense into her.

Baby this, baby that... gods help him.

Morgana chuckled at his visible frustration, then answered with a wicked smile,

"No, no. Not yet, dear. But the baby seeds do come out if you move like this..."

She lifted her hips slowly, dragging his cock nearly all the way out of her tight slit, leaving only the head barely inside, then suddenly slammed her ass down with a loud slap, burying every inch inside her again.

Spurtt!!

"Arrhh!"

Aether groaned deeply, his toes curled, his entire body jolting as he came hard, helplessly, spurting thick streams of cum deep inside her womb. His cock throbbed violently with every pulse, every jet of release sent heat flooding into her.

Morgana flinched at first, a sharp gasp escaping her lips. Her eyes fluttered shut for a second as she felt the intense heat spreading inside her, coating her walls, filling her up. Her energy surged, her skin tingling slightly as her body absorbed it. She frowned faintly, curiosity dancing in her eyes as she looked down at Aether beneath her.

Nyx watched with fascination. Her eyes followed the small trail of milky white fluid that began to slide out along the base of his cock, pooling between Morgana’s folds. She lifted her finger without hesitation, swiped a bit of the liquid, then stepped back and examined it.

"This is... baby seeds?"

She asked, staring at it on her fingertip.

"Yes, darling," Morgana said with a soft chuckle. "Those are the seeds that will grow a baby once they’re inside you."

"Oh? Hmm... Ohh..."

Nyx nodded slowly, her mind racing as she picked up her notebook again and began scribbling furiously. After a few seconds, she nodded twice with sudden determination.

"Okay. Now I understand the ritual. I will do it!"

She declared with a serious face.

Morgana laughed gently, still sitting atop Aether’s cock. Then, with calm grace, she finally lifted her hips and pulled herself off. His length slipped out with a wet noise, a little trail of mixed fluids clinging to her thighs.

She walked over to her chair, sat down with a composed expression, and began patting down her clothes casually—as if nothing had happened at all. As if her pussy wasn’t dripping with a fresh load of his seed.

"Go on... I will watch it"