In Marvel as a summoning Mage

Ritsuka stepped onto the balcony, carrying two steaming cups of coffee, the warmth of the mugs seeping into his hands. It was already midnight, the world around them quiet and still, with only the soft chirping of crickets to break the silence. As he approached Morgan, he found her sitting gracefully on the bench, her elegant figure bathed in the soft, silvery light of the full moon.

She was wearing a sleek, professional outfit—a white blouse that hugged her form and a dark pencil skirt, her long, flowing hair cascading over her shoulders. The moonlight seemed to dance in her eyes, reflecting off her pale skin and making her look almost ethereal. The sight was breathtaking—both the moon and the way its light danced on Morgan's features. Ritsuka paused in the doorway, just taking her in, and for a moment, Ritsuka found himself lost in thought, simply admiring the woman he loved.

Morgan turned her head slightly, catching him in his quiet reverie. A gentle smile spread across her lips, and that simple gesture was enough to bring a smile to Ritsuka's face as well. He walked over to join her, sitting beside her on the bench. For a while, they just sat in silence, watching the moon and sipping their coffee and handle her a coffee.

"Thank you, Ritsuka," Morgan said softly, her voice warm and soothing, matching the serene atmosphere of the night.

They sipped their coffee in comfortable silence, the cool night air wrapping around them. The moon hung high in the sky, casting its glow over the landscape, creating a scene of tranquil beauty. The stars twinkled faintly, and the vastness of the night sky stretched out before them, a reminder of the endless possibilities and the challenges they had faced together.

As they finished their coffee, Morgan leaned against Ritsuka, resting her head on his shoulder. Ritsuka could feel the softness of her hair against his cheek, the warmth of her body close to his. He instinctively wrapped an arm around her, holding her gently as they continued to gaze up at the sky. eventually, the thoughts that had been swirling in Ritsuka's mind found their way to his lips.

"Morgan…" Ritsuka began, his voice quiet, almost hesitant. "Do you… really want to have children with me?"

Morgan's body tensed slightly at the question, but she didn't pull away. Instead, she closed her eyes, focusing on the steady beat of Ritsuka's heart beneath her ear. "I do," she admitted softly. "I've thought about it often, especially when I see Karen. I want to give her a sibling. I want to have that family… with you." she finally replied, her voice tinged with affection.

Ritsuka's heart swelled at her words, but the joy was tempered by a familiar ache. "I… I want that too, Morgan. More than anything, I want to be the kind of father who can be there for his children, guide them, protect them." He paused, his voice faltering as emotions tightened his throat. "But… what if I'm not capable of that? What if… I'm not worthy of it?"

Morgan lifted her head slightly, enough to look at him, concern and love in her eyes. "What do you mean, Ritsuka?"

He closed his eyes, the memories of his past weighing heavily on him. "I've done terrible things, Morgan. I destroyed the Lostbelts, entire worlds, and I did it with my own hands. How could any child look up to a father who's done something like that? I… I'm afraid, Morgan. I'm afraid that… what I've done, who I am… it's made me unworthy of being a father. It's made me… less."

Tears welled in his eyes, and he couldn't stop them from falling. "No child deserves a father who's a monster, Morgan. No child deserves someone like me."

Morgan's heart ached at his words, at the pain he was holding inside. She could see the toll it had taken on him, how it had affected every part of him, even his ability to feel desire. She knew this wasn't just about having children; it was about everything that had been building up inside him.

"Ritsuka…" she whispered, her voice full of love and understanding. She gently cupped his face, wiping away his tears with her thumb. "You're not a monster. You're a man who's been through hell, who's made impossible choices, and who's carried the weight of the world on his shoulders. But that doesn't make you any less worthy of love, or of having a family."

She leaned in and kissed him, a tender, loving kiss that spoke of all the emotions she couldn't put into words. Ritsuka responded, leaning into the kiss, feeling the love and acceptance in it. When they finally pulled apart, Morgan rested her forehead against his, their breaths mingling in the cool night air.

"I know what it's like to carry the weight of the past," she said softly. "When we first met, I was consumed by my own desires, my need to create my perfect Britain, my need to protect my daughter. I was willing to destroy your world to get what I wanted. I treated you like an enemy, like someone who was just in my way. But you… you showed me a different path. You showed me that I could be more than my past, more than my mistakes."

Ritsuka looked at her, his eyes full of gratitude and admiration. "Morgan, you don't have to apologize for that. You had your reasons, just like I had mine. We've both been through so much, and we've both made mistakes."

Morgan smiled at him, her eyes shining with love. "But that doesn't mean we can't have a future together, a future where we can be happy, where we can be a family. And that's what I want, Ritsuka. I want to build that future with you. I want to help you heal, to show you that you're not alone in this. We don't have to rush anything. We'll take it one step at a time, together."

Ritsuka nodded, feeling a sense of relief wash over him. "Thank you, Morgan. For being here, for understanding. I don't know what I'd do without you."

"You'll never have to find out," she replied, her voice full of promise. "I'm here, Ritsuka. And I'm not going anywhere."

Morgan lifted her head slightly, looking into his eyes with a tenderness that spoke volumes. "Ritsuka, No matter how dark things get, I'll always be here with you, helping you through it."

Ritsuka felt a lump form in his throat, the emotions he often kept buried deep within him starting to surface. He wanted to say more, to express how much she meant to him, but the words seemed to elude him. Instead, he leaned in, pressing his forehead against hers, their breaths mingling in the cool night air.

They stayed like that for a while longer, just holding each other, finding comfort and strength in each other's presence. It was a small step, but it was a step forward, toward healing, toward a future where they could truly be happy. Finally, Ritsuka whispered, "I love you, Morgan. More than I can ever say."

Morgan's eyes softened, her smile growing as she replied, "And I love you, Ritsuka. Now and always."

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Ritsuka and Morgan entered the bedroom, a soft blush coloring their cheeks as they exchanged shy glances. The room was dimly lit, the moonlight filtering through the curtains casting a gentle glow on the bed. They sat down together on the edge of the bed, the space between them filled with a mix of anticipation and nervousness.

They had shared so much that night—hopes, fears, and the raw truth of their pasts. Yet, despite the heaviness of their conversation, there was a warmth between them, a bond that seemed to grow stronger with each passing moment.

As they sat there, the weight of their experiences hung in the air. Both of them had faced unimaginable horrors, but they had found solace in each other. Ritsuka's empathetic nature allowed him to see beyond Morgan's cold and sometimes harsh exterior. He understood the pain that lay beneath her facade, the deep wounds she carried. Likewise, Morgan, with all her wisdom and experience, could see the burden Ritsuka bore, recognizing both his strength and his vulnerability.

Without saying a word, they gravitated toward each other. The next thing Morgan knew, she was cuddled up in Ritsuka's arms. It happened so naturally that it felt as if it was always meant to be. She immediately accepted the comfort, burying her face in his chest, letting all the walls she had built come crashing down.

It was incredible, almost paradoxical, how life had brought them together. If she had succeeded in her goal as the Faerie Queen of Britain, everything Ritsuka loved and cared about would have been destroyed. Her actions had been selfish, destructive, and inexcusable by any measure. She had been a tyrant, a force of chaos who had nearly taken his life on more than one occasion.

Yet here she was, held in his arms, finding protection and warmth in the very person she had once sought to destroy. The world had been cold and unforgiving to her, so much so that the simple act of getting up in the morning often felt like a Herculean task. But somehow, day by day, it had gotten a little easier, and that was because of the man who now held her in his embrace. The man whose life she had once tried to take away.

Anyone with a shred of decency would have said she didn't deserve this—this warmth, this affection. And maybe they would have been right. But in this moment, all those thoughts faded into the background. All that mattered was the warmth of Ritsuka's arms around her, the way he held her, not as the tyrant she had been, but as the woman she had become.

Her icy blue eyes widened in surprise as she felt a gentle kiss on her soft lips. "R-R-Ritsuka," she murmured, her voice barely a whisper, her heart pounding in her chest.

Ritsuka pulled back slightly, his face flushed with embarrassment. "S-S-Sorry, if that was sudden," he whispered back, clearly flustered by his own actions.

But Morgan wasn't angry or upset. If anything, her heart beat even faster, not from fear, but from a warmth that spread through her entire being. For so long, she had been cold, distant, but now, in his arms, she felt something she hadn't felt in a long time—hope.

She looked into his eyes, seeing the same nervousness, the same uncertainty that she felt. But beyond that, she saw something more—a genuine care, a love that was slowly blossoming between them. It was this love, fragile and new, that gave her the strength to lean in, closing the distance between them once more.

This time, it was Morgan who kissed him, softly, tenderly, as if to say that she accepted him, all of him—his past, his present, and the uncertain future they might face together. And in that kiss, she poured all the feelings she had been too afraid to express until now.

When they finally pulled away, both of their hearts were beating wildly, but neither of them moved to break the embrace. Instead, they stayed there, holding each other close, finding comfort and strength in the silence that followed.

In that moment, everything else melted away—their fears, their guilt, their pasts. All that remained was the warmth of their connection, the promise of a future they could build together, one where they could both heal and find happiness, not alone, but with each other.

Morgan's body trembled as she gazed into Ritsuka's turquoise eyes, her heart pounding with a mix of fear and hope. "My husband, Ritsuka Fujimaru," she whispered, her voice thick with emotion. "You've earned a lifetime of happiness."

In that moment, Morgan revealed something she had kept hidden—she had glimpsed some of his memories, moments from a life that should have been filled with simple joys and normalcy. Instead, he had been thrust into the heart of the Moonlit World, tasked with saving humanity and the world itself, not once, but twice again in this world. And the second time, the stakes had been even higher, the moral dilemmas even more agonizing.

But with her Lostbelt, there had been no moral dilemma for him. Faerie Britain deserved to be destroyed, down to the very soil she had once tried so desperately to save.

"You deserve more than I could possibly give you," she finished, her voice breaking as guilt washed over her.

She felt the weight of his suffering, a suffering that mirrored her own, but with one crucial difference—where she had abandoned her feelings and become a tyrant, Ritsuka had never let go of his compassion. He had never forgotten the people he met, even in the Lostbelt. He was reckless and stubborn, refusing to let go of the connections he made, even when it hurt him deeply.

Tears welled up in her eyes, and Ritsuka gently wiped them away, pulling her into a tight embrace. She returned his embrace immediately, unable to deny her heart's longing.

"I know…it isn't easy getting back up from everything you've been through," he said softly, his voice full of understanding. "God, there have been times when I've felt like there's no point in going on, but I got up and pushed on. I had to because people I care about are depending on me."

Morgan clung to him, her tears now flowing freely. "I did that. I…did that," she choked out, memories of her past failures gripping her heart. "I got up and tried so many times…so many times only to end up failing. I…I don't know if I can do it again, Ritsuka. I just…I just don't think I can live without you. If I lose you, I don't know if I can live a life like this anymore. When the Phoenix took you from me, I felt my entire life was gone. Waiting for you like an idiot… it felt like endless pain." Her voice broke with a sob. "I want to become stronger, to be with you and our children."

Ritsuka tightened his embrace, his voice firm but full of love. "Stop talking like that. My wife, Morgan, is not some loser. Morgan doesn't lose hope, not even against fate itself." His eyes blazed with anger, not at her, but at the cruel fate that had once taken her life. "And I'm still angry about how fate ended your life," he added, his tone softening as he looked into her eyes.

Morgan couldn't help but smile at her husband's silly anger. His hands moved to her slim waist, and he gazed at her with all the love in his heart.

"You came to Chaldea and helped me many times. That's not how a woman who's lost all hope acts," Ritsuka affirmed, his words filled with conviction.

Morgan laughed softly, a beautiful sound that warmed Ritsuka's heart. "Well…I am the strongest Servant in your roster, stronger even than any version of King Arthur, am I not?"

Ritsuka groaned playfully. "Come on, are you really going to make me answer that?"

"Answer it," she responded in a deadpan voice, her expression serious as she sat on his lap, her icy blue eyes staring into his. "As your wife and queen, I command you to do so."

Sighing in defeat, Ritsuka leaned forward and kissed her on the lips again. Her cheeks burned red at the small act of affection, but her heart swelled with joy. It was a taste of what she had always wanted. "You're stronger than the whole lot of King Arthurs Chaldea has… and more beautiful," he said, the words flowing easily because he meant every one of them from the bottom of his heart.

Morgan's heart fluttered at his sincere words. She put her hands atop his and leaned in for another kiss. There was a part of her that feared rejection, that this one good thing in her life would fall apart just like everything else had. But when Ritsuka kissed her back, that fear evaporated, blown away like smoke in the wind. They maintained the kiss for as long as they could, and to them, it felt like hours.

When they finally pulled apart, Ritsuka's eyes were still burning with that same fire, albeit a little more subdued. "All you've seen are moments from my past, Morgan," he declared. "I know you've had your dreams crushed too many times to count, but… I'm asking you to please, just… one more time, hope for the future. A happy future with me."

Morgan stiffened at the proposal. As he said, she had fought for a peaceful future many times, only for each attempt to end in disaster. Her Lostbelt had been her final, desperate attempt.

But as she looked into Ritsuka's eyes, she saw a future—one where they could both find happiness, where they could heal together, and build a life that neither of them had ever thought possible.

"I too want you to have a happy life, my husband," she whispered, her voice filled with determination. "And I will only accept yes as an answer. Understood, my Ritsuka?"

Ritsuka smiled, a warmth spreading through his chest as he held her close. "Yes, Morgan. We'll face the future together, and this time, we'll make sure it's a happy one."

And as they held each other, all the pain and suffering of their pasts seemed to fade away, leaving only the promise of a future filled with love, hope, and the strength to face whatever challenges might come their way.

Morgan looked into Ritsuka's eyes, her gaze both tender and serious. "Ritsuka, you once mentioned your dream was to open a bakery with the people you care about. Is that still true?"

He nodded, his smile warm. "Yes, it's been a dream of mine for a long time. I was looking forward to starting it after the Stark Expo. But…"

Morgan interrupted gently, a hint of sadness in her eyes. "I'm not very good at making the kinds of bakery items unlike Archetype: Earth or Ereshkigal excel at. My specialty is creating giant chocolates for special occasions, like the Valentine's Day chocolate I made for you."

Ritsuka remembered the giant chocolate and the similar concept behind Artoria Lancer's creations, but he kept that thought to himself. Instead, he replied, "That's perfectly fine. If you want, I can teach you how to bake. It'll be an adventure for both of us."

A relieved smile spread across Morgan's face. "I'd like that. I'm willing to learn."

Despite her agreement, Morgan's thoughts were troubled. She had been hurt and rejected too many times in her life. The possibility of loving someone like Ritsuka—could she love him so intensely that it might suffocate him? She feared repeating her past failures and the shattering of all that was good in her life.

Whenever she thought she found something precious she will lose it. This fear still haunting her.

As she pondered the future, a new possibility emerged. What if this time was different? What if she could actually grasp that elusive future?

"Ritsuka," she began, her voice trembling slightly. "You know from the Pan-Human legends that I've never truly found love. It's been a significant regret, both in the Pan-Human History and my Lostbelt self. Love has always eluded me, and I've often rejected it out of fear of losing it. And never got to know what love is."

Her admission was painful, revealing her vulnerability. "I want to try. I want to experience happiness and build a future for the first time."

Ritsuka's hands encircled her waist, pulling her closer. "I'll do everything in my power to make sure you succeed this time. We can build that future together."

Morgan smiled, a rare and heartfelt expression. It was a smile that held genuine hope and affection. "And I vow to help make that happy future a reality."

His heart fluttered at her words, knowing that she was the first person to come into this world for his sake. It was one of his goals to hear such promises more often. "A future for both of us," he corrected softly.

Morgan's voice dropped to a whisper as she leaned in, their foreheads touching. "Ritsuka…" She kissed him again, their connection deepening with every moment.

Morgan uses her magic to remove the clothes on them, leaving them both naked.

The kiss caused his recently expanded cock to twitch again. Morgan felt the masculine member poking at her. While still maintaining the kiss, she reached down and stroked his cock. Ritsuka moaned and she take this moment to kiss him passionately, her tongue sliding into his mouth, mingling with each other and deepen the kiss. Her arousal is evident, and it only fuels Ritsuka desire for her.

Ritsuka's hands moved to the Servant's waist. He lifted her up, positioning her wet pussy above his erect cock. Morgan looked straight down at him, her heavy pants serving as a prelude to what was about to come next. The two lovers stared into each other's eyes, silently agreeing that once they did this, there was no going back. Neither of them wanted to go back, only further to the future that they would share together.

Ritsuka push forward, slowly at first, allowing her to adjust to his big 9 inches cock. Her walls grip his cock tightly, and then both of them moan in pleasure as he fill her completely. He pause for a moment, savoring the feeling of being connected to her.

"Husband ahhha aaaahh" morgan closed her eyes tightly.

"Morgan" He shouted in return, his own senses being overwhelmed by the sheer heat and tightness of her pussy. As he had before, he adapted. Her heat and tightness were accepted, and put to the test as he began to bounce the gorgeous queen atop his member.

Her ability to speak once again took flight, leaving her to scream and shout incoherently. Morgan's mouth hung open in a lustful scream to the ceiling. It bounced all throughout the room, reverberating in her ears and Ritsuka's. For the latter, it made him thrust into her even harder, he was determined to make his wife scream herself hoarse. Based on the completely disheveled look on her face and how nonstop her screams were, he was fast on his way to doing that. Ritsuka grinned as he watched her boobs bounce with every thrust of his hips. Each bounce was marked by a resounding scream.

He could only take looking at her jiggling tits for so long. His own eyes flashing, he sprung up, suck into Morgan's left tit. It wrought one hell of a fierce, erotic scream that filled the bedroom. Her walls tightened around his member, squeezing it with the intent to force another orgasm out of him. Ritsuka responded by increasing the speed and power of his thrusts. Morgan's right breast freely jiggled in the wind while her left was aggressively sucked.

"Aahhh!! My dear... Aaaaahhhh! Ritsuka...Ohhh... It's bigger ahhaaah than I aahha thought... "

"Morgan.... You are so tight...."

"Ofcourse, .... now you took the ownership of my womb. I'm yours now"

"My wife is so cute and so fucking hot, Morgan!" Ritsuka growled after briefly tearing himself away from her left breast. His eyes swerved to his left, her right. The Morgan's other breast quickly fell under assault under his hungry mouth, something that Morgan welcomed. Her screams continued, potentially growing louder. He felt her walls clenching at his cock from both sides, the smoldering heat increasing.

As enjoyable as it was having her lover savaging her breasts, she wanted to see his face. With great difficulty, she gripped the back of his head and pulled him away. She pushed him down onto the bed and stared at him with crimson cheeks, a parted mouth and pleading eyes.

"R-R-Ritsuka," she whispered. "Y-You promise…y-you absolutely promise t-that…you're mine? Never leave me and karen." She asked while bouncing with cute expression.

Then he pushed her on bed with his cock still inside her and now he is on top of her.

"Yes, I promise Morgan. I never leave anyone"

He grab her hips tightly, their bodies moving in unison. The intensity of his thrusts increases, his mouth pressing against hers as their tongues dance together. As he wrapped his arms around her waist. Morgan welcomed the change up; Ritsuka's chest had become her favorite place to be, and her waist the preferred placement of his arms.

"Morgan, I'm close." He said against her mouth while thrusting in her pussy.

Her response is immediate, her voice breathless

"Ritsuka, Come inside my womb."

She wraps her legs around his waist, pulling him closer to her. With a final thrust, he release his hot seed deep inside her, claiming her as his own. The two of them Moan into each other's mouths, the pleasure overwhelming. They both remain locked in this position for a few more minutes, basking in the afterglow of your lovemaking.

Morgan felt his cock is still hard as rock in her womb. Ritsuka removed himself from Morgan's pussy, but only temporarily. He peered into Morgan's icy blue eyes and blushing cheeks. She read the look in his eyes.

She position herself on her four legs and presented her back to him. Her large breasts press into the bed, her ass swaying invitingly. Ritsuka position himself behind her, his throbbing manhood ready for another round.

"…I loved this position." She whispered as Ritsuka took up position behind her. The tip of his cock was brushing up against her pussy. A part of her wished that Ritsuka would take her asshole, but she supposed maybe that was best saved for another time.

"So…do I." The teenager admitted.

Looking back, the morgan smirked. "Such things are not wrong when done in the presence of your wife."

"I am yours, Ritsuka." Morgan whispered.

He basked in the sweet sound of her gasp when he inserted his cock back into her pussy, this time from behind. "Yes, you are, Morgan, and I am yours." A feral growl building in his throat, he made his first thrust, countless more multiplied from there. Thanks to their previous orgasm, her pussy was wet and ready for him. In spite of that previous orgasm, Morgan's pussy clenched at his cock. "Wow, you feel even tighter than you were a second again." He growled.

"I-It's because…I want more! And why are you bigger than before. Oh goodness"

Morgan's body shudders at the invasion, her moans filling the room.

His hips slam against her ass, the sound of flesh meeting flesh echoing in the room. Morgan's moans grow louder, her body arching to meet each thrust. The massive bed seems to creak under the weight of their passionate lovemaking.

Ritsuka, the human, continues to rock the queen fairy from behind, the two of them lost in the carnal dance of desire. Morgan's body quivers with each thrust, her nails digging into the sheets as he claim her once again.

As Morgan looked back at him, those questioned fell away. His right hand shot from her breast to her hip, his face lunged toward hers. Their lips slammed together and a new kiss was born. Ritsuka continued to thrust into her, hitting her core and slamming into it again and again with the intent of splattering her insides with his cum for a second time.

"You're all mine, Morgan." He affirmed one final time.

"Yes, I am, and you belong to me, my beloved Ritsu." She whispered in sweet bliss. They shared a joint smile before their bodies signaled to them. The pair shared one final kiss before the teen's cock slammed against the fairy's core, igniting the ball of smoldering kindling. He wrapped his arms around her slim waist tightly from behind.

"Morgan!!!"

After releasing his seed deep inside her as he claim her once again.

The two of them remain like this, his breathing heavy and unsteady. The sounds of the day fading away, replaced by the soft whispers of their love for each other. Morgan's body quivers, her muscles relaxing as she surrenders to the afterglow of their lovemaking.

As they collapsed onto the bed together, Morgan dreamed of children being born from those intimacies. Children had been another dream of hers, going hand-in-hand with the desire for genuine companionship. Children born from her and the man whom she'd chosen as her own and play with Karen. She was certain that man would be Ritsuka Fujimaru.

They cuddled together in the aftermath of their orgasm, sweaty and naked. Ritsuka's arms curled around her, holding her against her.

"For your sake…I shall…even if I'm a faerie, I shall live amongst humans…and even fight for them." She whispered in the serene silence that followed their lovemaking. He looked to her, surprise melting into understanding. Morgan smiled at him. "Typically, we fae look down on you humans, yet it was a human like you who saved me, and showed me more kindness than I could have ever imagined. I am a fairy, and you've seen the worst of us."

"Yeah, and I…won't really be forgetting that any time soon." He admitted, yet his smile remained. Its prevalence was astounding, truly astounding. "Still, I'm not exactly willing to rule all fairies as being pure evil. I'm lying next to one who tried over and over again to save them and humanity."

She smiled and then she blush at him after feeling his hard cock.

"Let's continue my husband. The night is still young and my womb had plenty of space to be filled " she said and started to ride on Ritsuka.

They did this act upto 4'0 clock morning and after making sure her womb is filled with Ritsuka semen. They fell in sleep in each other embrace.

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