Fate Requests and Asks

by Simplestar770

Summary:

A prompt box where I take requests for Fate related content. Tags are in the description of each chapter.

Currently filling prompts for Fate/Stay Night and Fate/Grand Order NA. Samurai Remnant will be added at a later date.

Chapter 1: Information

Notes:

Not everything is tagged in the description, I’ve hit the tag limit (again). Pairings are listed before each prompt, along with relevant tags/disclaimers. I’ve removed relationships tags to focus on kink and character tags, apologies for any confusion. If you want me to add a tag to a chapter, please feel free to tell me.

I’ll be taking Fate requests here! Zero, F/SN, F/GO (up to where the NA server is), and Extra. I’m willing to write (in no particular order):

Futanari

Musk

Docking

Expansion (breast, ass, hourglass, muscle, etc)

Cum inflation

Outercourse (minus feet, sorry, it’s just not for me)

Lactation/Cowgirl/Milking

Cum Drinking

Pregnancy

Mind break

Bondage and stuck-in-a-wall (so long as the non-con elements are kept low)

Inhuman genitalia (ex, horse cocks), centaurs, chimeras.

And I’m sure there’s more I’m forgetting! If your request type isn’t mentioned below, feel free to ask and I’ll see if I can do it. If I’m uncomfortable doing your prompt I will tell you, don’t worry about offending me by asking.

Things I won’t write:

NTR/Cheating/Cuckolding (characters outside a canon pairing are fine, so long as the prompt isn’t about cheating)

Children (aged up is fine, petite adults are fine).

Futa on male

Bathroom kinks in general

Torture play

BBW/BBM (Chubby is fine, obese is not)

Vore

Incest (pseudo incest is situational)

Beastiality (or anything non human/Servant, Red Hare is on thin ice)

Generally speaking, any bad end/full on rape is a no. Non-con to con or things like somnophila are situational but mostly fine.

I am willing to try m/m, but I place the caveat of it being rather vanilla and likely of poorer quality than the other things I write. I lack the proper attraction to men to really do it justice, unfortunately.

I’ll be attempting to update this as I go with things I’m ok/not ok with to make it comprehensive.

Additionally, if you have a request that works in the context of my previous fic, Chaldea Futanari Profiles, I’m more than happy to continue it.

Finally, I make absolutely no promises for word count, quality, strict adherence to prompt, etc. I do prompts in the order creativity strikes and which appeal most to me. I’m doing this on my own time for fun, so please, no drama.

Chapter 2: The Shut-In’s Smell (Osakabehime/Suzuka)

Summary:

This chapter contains: Futanari, musk, ball worship, and tiny bit of mind break (kinda).

Hidden in an out of the way corner in Chaldea was a dorm room separated from the others. A sign in beautiful, sweeping lettering read “STAY OUT (or at least knock).” The room was the home of Osakabehime the doujin author and unapologetic NEET. But what made the room so appealing to Servants wasn’t the location, the sign, or even the occupant.

It was the smell.

“Ohhh, why can’t we summon herrrr?!?!” Hime cried. The object of her desire shone from the computer screen: a taller, bustier, darker version of Marie Aintoinette. This was an artist’s render of course, since they were unable to “record” in a singularity, but Ma-chan had made her look so hot! What was a fat dicked shut-in like her supposed to do aside from cum her brains out for hours on end?!

Hime was completely naked, drenched in sweat as she blew yet another load into an NFF futa-strength condom. Her proud 47 inches of NEET meat pumped her chunky ball slurry into the rubber, causing it to drop to the floor with a mighty WHAP from the sudden additional weight. Cock shot after cock shot she filled the contraceptive, her thick hikikomori seed bubbling inside. After the last thick globs of semen dropped out of her urethra she pulled the condom off her softening cock and tied it off. Despite the thing containing gallons upon gallons of her ball brew, the thin girl lifted it like a paperweight due to her Servant strength. She opened her closet to find it was now almost completely full of similarly bloated condoms from previous sessions.

“I guess I’ll need to do a trash run soon…” she muttered. She turned around and closed the tab that held Dark Marie’s enticing cleavage. She had intended to play some classic Conquer’s Command, but when the window closed she was face to face with her latest unfinished draft. Her deadline was in a week…

“Gh. Why must my life be so difficult?” She complained as she began to draw.

——

Suzuka wasn’t actually a fox. Her ears were totally decorative, and she didn’t, like, get any increased senses from being an animal person. But as much as she hated it, she was part Oni, which meant she could drink most people under the bar, but more importantly she was extra sensitive to lust. So when she happened to pass by a certain door, the JK was completely overwhelmed by the musk emitting from behind it.

“Ahhhh?!” Hime screamed as her door was flung open. “It’s so bright in the hall, turn it off!”

“Whateves. Hime, when was the last time you, like, bathed?” Suzuka asked, approaching the naked girl at the kotatsu.

“T-two weeks ago…” she admitted. “I’m sorry, I’ll clean up right now and-”

Suzuka fell to her knees. “Why tf would you do that?” She poked her head under the covers to be hit with a veritable wall of sweaty futa musk. The false fox licked her lips. “Itadakimasu!”

“Gahhhh?!” Hime yelped in shock as Suzuka rammed her face into the Assassin’s bowling ball sized sack. The JK huffed and licked as much ball meat she could, reveling in the feeling of her mind being slowly broken by the smell of these unwashed orbs. The cock draped over her face began to erect, giving her easy access to the meeting point between seed sacks and bitch breaker. “Su-Suzu-chan, what are you doing?!”

A muffled moan was her only response. Hime felt her tip brush against the kotatsu’s opposite side, causing her to shudder as her sensitive tip was touched. ‘No way I’m working like this!’ She thought as the Saber continued to mash her face into her unwashed balls. ‘Well… unless…’ she opened up a collaboration eroge doujin file she’d been ignoring. Thankfully “BigDickBigSister” and “GenjisWife973” had been patient with her. A dedicated ball slurper keeping her on edge could be exactly what she needed.

“Heyyyy, Suzuka? Are you ok staying down there for another… 6 or so hours?”

“MMMMMMPPPPPHHHHHH!!!”

Hime felt a small splattering of wetness against her legs. As the fashionable woman pushed her face further into her cum churners Hime had only one want in the whole world.

‘She left the door open…’

Notes:

Just something I wrote as a start, and so this could be more than a 1/1 “hey I do requests” post.

Chapter 3: Misplaced Saberface (Jeanne Alter/Fem!Shiro)

Summary:

Based on a prompt from Arcozius.

This chapter contains: Gender bent characters (Shiro), futanari, mindbreak, paizuri.

“We are safe now, right Jeanne?”

“Course we are. You saw that spandex guy leave.”

“And what if he comes back?”

“Then I burn him again. Easy.”

Jeanne Alter gave her Master a smirk. Last night she’d woken up in a shed with a headache that probably would have killed a regular human. First thing she saw was this red headed short stack in front of her, fear in her eyes and scrambling around in a panic. Emiya, she introduced herself later.

“Are you sure?”

“Hell yeah I’m sure. Even if he does come back, I’m not gonna let him touch a hot piece of ass like you.”

Emiya stared at her blankly for a moment, before giving her a small smile. Girl was thicker in the head than around the waist.

“Thank you, Jeanne. Here’s your soup.”

Fuck this chick could cook. The miso she prepared was like heaven in her mouth, an adjective the Avenger did not use lightly. As they ate Jeanne got a good look at her Master’s upper body, since her mouth watering bottom was currently covered by the table. The 5’0 girl was toned all over, apparently she kept in good shape, but what really captured her attention was the big, round tits hidden underneath that blue and white shirt. There was no way in hell she was wearing a bra with the way they jiggled with her movements. Jeanne felt her cock stir, beginning to grow under the table…

“I’ve been meaning to ask, Jeanne. I know you aren’t the ‘true’ version of her, but…” Emiya sighed. “She died a hero for her people. I…I admire that. Can you tell me how you managed to do it?”

Alter slurped her soup. “Sorry, my memories of everything but the execution are a goddamn mess. Comes with the whole ‘Avenger’ package. But I can tell you dying wasn’t fun. Let the hero thing go, for your own good.”

Emiya chuckled softly, sending those loose mammaries bouncing again. Did she even know she was teasing her this much? Her cock throbbed weakly. “It’s my dream to become a Hero of Justice. If I need to pursue it myself, I will.”

“Dream, huh.” Jeanne finished her soup and leaned back. “Tell you what. Tonight, I’ll give you a new dream, one that’s a hell of a lot less likely to get you killed like a moron.”

——

“I-i-it’s-”

“Huge, right?” Alter snickered. She had dropped the pants Emiya had lent her and let her massive futahood show in its entirety. “I’m about two feet long. And it’s all. Going. Into. You.” Emiya gulped. “But first, how about we get started with a bit of foreplay, huh? You’ve been teasing me with those puppies, let’s see you use them!”

“Su-sure, Jeanne…” she pulled her shirt over her head. No bra, just like she thought. “I’ve never done this before…”

“Yeah I figured you were a virgin. Don’t worry, I’ll make sure you get plenty of practice. Now come on, get with the paizuri already!” Alter demanded.

Emiya got to work. Her sizable chest was large enough to wrap around Jeanne’s log of cock, something that made the fallen Saint even more horny, something communicated by a lazy throb. Her technique however, left more to be desired.

“…You just gonna sit there?”

“S-sorry! I’ve never done this before!”

“Squeeze those milk bags together! Pump em up and down! Get over your cock shock already!”

Even now that she was moving, the red head’s inexperience was clear. Still, the sight of those big tits being used to pleasure her was enough to get Jeanne’s sperm sacks roiling. She was kinda cute in a way that made the Avenger look forward to taking her virginity and permanently reshaping her insides. Plus, Emiya’s blush every time she looked up to see Alter’s twitching cock head? Priceless.

But the novelty wore off quickly. Jeanne grabbed Emiya by the shoulder and pulled her to her feet. “We’ll work on that. Right now, I just want to get off. And you won’t have to do any of the work, Ms. Hero of Justice.”

Emiya blinked. “What do you me- woah!” Jeanne had swept her up in her arms and slammed the confused Master’s back into the wall. The Servant quickly did away with her skirt and panties, leaving her pinned against the wall completely naked.

“Now, let’s see how long you hold onto those ideals of yours.” Jeanne taunted, rubbing her thick cock head against Emiya’s mositioned pussy. Without any warning she shoved her way in, spearing into the unprepared virgin’s folds as deep as she could in a single thrust. The sheer girth stimulated all of the girl’s weak points at once, causing her to moan and tighten as she came.

“Ha! Never get tired of watching sluts like you lose their mind!” She ground her tip against Emiya’s innermost barrier, extending her orgasm with another long moan. Unfortunately her Master was only human so she couldn’t force all of her bitch claimer inside, but 10 inches would have to do. A shame, she could really go for a cervix suckling at her head right now…

“Haaaaaa, haaaa… Jeanne, please, go slow, I-I don’t think I can take th- OHHHHHHHH?!”

Alter hadn’t even let the girl finish asking before denying her.

PLAP PLAP PLAP PLAP

“Slow?! I set the pace here, and I want to see you break!” She continued slamming Emiya into the wall, taking handfuls of her meaty ass while pinning her. “So we’re going fast! Mmm, and keep that tightness! Fuck, for a virgin you squeeze like a trained whore!”

Emiya simply moaned again in response. The girl was being truly fucked, not an ounce of control as her curves bounced in time with her Servant’s enjoyment. How many orgasms had chained together in the 3 minutes since Jeanne started? 7? 8? 20? She didn’t know, and the more she came the less she cared…

Jeanne felt her orgasm approaching quickly as she fucked her Master so hard the thin wall creeked from the strain. ‘Eh, even if I warn her it’s not like she’ll understand.’ She picked up the pace further, her pale hips a blur as they met Emiya’s, her churching sack slamming into that fat, grabbable ass over and over, until finally her cock tube stretched and her massive balls began to rise.

Cum filled Emiya’s small womb in an instant, flooding the organ with Servant semen in less than a single rope. The rest of the fallen Saint ball chowder splattered in thick globs over the floor, unable to be held in such a small container. The girl didn’t even moan anymore, just lolled her head to the side as her mind was fried completely and totally by two feet of French girl cock and several gallons of warm sperm pounding against her deepest place. When Alter’s orgasm subsided she unceremoniously dropped the used woman into the large puddle of spilled cum beneath her and stepped back to admire her work.

“Hey, Master. What’s that dream you had again?”

Emiya blinked. Dream…? Well that was easy. There was nothing she wanted in the whole world, aside from one simple thing. “C-Cock…”

Jeanne’s cock throbbed again, still at full hardness. “Damn right. And when we’re done here, how about you introduce me to that Tohsaka girl? She looks like she could put even your fuckable ass to shame…”

Notes:

Hey look I added a description!

Anyways Shiro is a bit hard to write cause unlike Ritsuka who’s extremely malleable, (s)he’s got a pretty established personality that’s hard to shoehorn into a sex scene. Definitely didn’t top Nasu with this but it came out ok.

Lastly, I appreciate all the requests. It’s nice to know people want to see what I can create. However, I can’t guarantee I’ll do all of them. Going to generally stick to whatever catches my interest, cause if I’m not having a good time writing it, it’ll show. Thank you.

Chapter 4: A Very Incorrect Lesson on Buddhism (Sanzang/Male!Ritsuka)

Summary:

Based on a prompt from InvitedGuest?

This chapter contains: Titjobs, doggystyle, ahegao, shower sex, and probably blasphemy against buddhists. I apologize.

Notes:

I did actual research on Buddhism for this. Does that make it better or worse?

Sanzang placed a candle at her small altar in the corner of her room/makeshift temple. Next to it were two statues of the Buddha, one in slightly rough shape, the other hardly recognizable due to its horrid craftsmanship. On a small shelf above it sat the scripture she had spent her first months at Chaldea rewriting from memory. She smiled, as she so often did, at the shrine, then turned to examine the room. Not a thing out of place. Not that it ever was, as scatterbrained as the monk was, she was dedicated to her faith. But today she double, triple, and quadruple checked. Her disciple had finally managed to spare time to meditate today!

The young man was near constantly busy, be it dealing with the end of the world, one of the other Servants accidentally causing trouble, or some combination of both. This left her precious little time to impart her knowledge on her disciple, time she knew to take advantage of.

“Right! Candles, me and Master’s statues, the scripture, mats, bed all put away… oooohhhh, I know I’m forgetting something. Where’s monkey when you need him?” She scratched her chin. “Oh right, staff!” Sanzang quickly grabbed her staff and stood in the center of the room, waiting for her disciple to walk in for their private session.

…

She looked off at the digital clock in the open restroom. Twenty minutes until he was scheduled to arrive. ‘Well, shoot. What am I going to do till he gets here?’ She turned her gaze slightly, at the opaque glass of the shower.

——

Ritsuka walked down the hallway towards Sanzang’s room, constantly looking over his shoulder. He’d left 30 minutes early in order to make it on time, expecting some sort of fire he’d need to put out (metaphorically or physically) to delay him. Instead he only needed to defuse a brief skirmish between Fergus and Cleopatra, and Raikou had let him go almost immediately after he told her that he was going to visit Sanzang. This was far too easy…

And yet he arrived at the door without issue. “Sanzang’s Room” read the plaque. Next to it hung a paper reading “Scripture Readings Daily!” in neat, handwritten letters. Ritsuka took one last look around, and seeing nothing but Elizabeth giving him a quick wave, opened the door.

Anyone around Sanzang for long noticed three things. One was that damn, that is a really cool hat. Another was her tendency to somehow get lost and end up exactly where she needed to be anyways. The third, and usually first to be noticed, was that despite being a devout monk Sanzang had tits better fit for a street whore. Twin milkers far larger than her head, kept inside a bikini-esque top that allowed them to jiggle and bounce with the bubbly women's movements. Ritsuka really did enjoy Sanzang’s personality, her constant optimism and occasional moments of clumsiness made her fun to be with. But it was almost impossible to enjoy it while she just left all that cleavage on display! Not to mention the rest of her, soft yet toned from legs to tummy.

So it wasn’t surprising when Ritsuka almost immediately after walking in to see his teacher clad in only one of Chaldea’s fluffy white bath towels.

“Oh? Hey, Master!” The monked greeted cheerily. “Can you just wait outside a mo- hm? You’re really red.” She stepped closer to him, her breasts jiggling as she approached. “Are you alright?”

“Y-yeah.” Shit. Excuse, excuse, excuse. “Just, ran the whole way here. Didn’t want to be late.”

Sanzang frowned. “I can tell when you’re lying, Disciple. What is it?” This time she followed his eyes downward. Then it clicked. “Whuh- get out!”

——

This was so embarrassing! How was she ever going to face Master after this?! Sanzang quickly discarded the towel and grabbed her top, but stopped short of putting it on.

‘I mean, is it so bad he likes me…?’

Sanzang had spent the first years of her adult life journeying across the land, and upon her return she had attained buddhahood. While admittedly extremely cool, she spent the remainder of her life in a state of enlightenment, leaving her completely unfamiliar with this… longing feeling she had for the man she just kicked out.

‘I made him feel like that, shouldn’t I take responsibility for his desires? And what kind of teacher would just leave him like that?’

She put the towel on again, and walked hesitantly toward the door.

——

‘You really did it this time, Fujimaru.’ He stared at the door. ‘Couldn’t keep it in your pants for half an hour could you.’ He sighed. ‘I’ll just give her some space, maybe she-‘

The door opened, and Sanzang quickly poked her head out. “Come on, Master!” She whispered loudly.

Ritsuka quickly entered the room, only to once again be utterly captivated by Sanzang’s immense chest. She blushed, but didn’t stop him until he coughed and raised his gaze.

“I-I understand that I made you like… this. So I’ll take responsibility and…” she dropped the towel.

Ritsuka once again had his vision tunneled toward his teacher’s breasts. Free of confinement they were still perky, capped with a soft pink areola and matching colored nipples. “Teacher, are you sure about this?”

“It’s a bit awkward,” she admitted, “but I trust you not to make this weird!”

——

Ritsuka had laid Sanzang down on the bed then stripped off his pants. Now kneeling over her, he placed his cock between the monk's breasts.

“Just press them together.” He said, placing his hands on the wall just behind her head. “I'll do the rest.”

“I guess you’ve been staring at my chest, but is this really what guys are into?” Sanzang questioned, squeezing his manhood between her soft, springy flesh. The feeling of those boobs finally enveloping his cock caused him to buck his hips involuntarily. “Woah! Guess you are really into it!”

The young man began to thrust into her cleavage like he hadn’t cum in weeks. The sight of Sanzang’s breasts jiggling with each “thwap” of his hips, the way she awkwardly fidgeted, even the way she awkwardly tried to move her tits up and down, she was just as cute as she was sexy! He couldn’t take it anymore, dropping his hands and grabbing her breasts roughly, drawing a small whine out of Sanzang as he picked up his pace.

“Teacher! Thank you, this is better than I ever imagined!” He cried.

“I uh, thanks?” She replied. “Wait, imagined? How long have you- mmf?” She was interrupted by her disciple suddenly spewing a sticky liquid directly between her oversized udders, a few shots occasionally reaching her face. Ritsuka just closed his eyes and rode out his orgasm into the breasts he’d been trying to avoid fantasizing about since Camelot.

When he finally stopped, he slid his cock out and sat on the edge of the bed. “Thanks, Sanzang. I’m feeling a lot less pent… up…” He watched as she licked her lips and brought some of the cum coating her tits to them.

“Hmm, I’ve heard some of the other girls saying they drink this stuff, but I don’t think I get it.” She mused, licking her fingers. “Maybe it’s like that thing where some people love it and others don’t?” She caught Ritsuka staring, his cock once again returning to full hardness. “Oh, looks like we aren’t finished yet!”

——

“This position is called ‘doggystyle’” Ritsuka explained, taking handfuls of her ass while lining himself up with her virgin folds. While her bikini clad breasts were easy to get lost in, her ass was equally worthy of attention.

“I think I know why…” Sanzang said while shifting slightly, only giving her Master a show as wiggled her hips.

“Ok, gonna put it in now…” Ritsuka said, pushing his head inside her. Sanzang moaned, immediately clamping down tight. Still he pushed forward, slowly putting his entire length inside her. Finally with a soft “plap,” their hips met. “How you feeling, Teacher?”

“Guhhhhh…” she moaned. “Reallly goooodddd.” Her arms wobbled as she held herself aloft.

“You ready for more?” Her Master asked, palming her ass again.

“Yeah… I want it!”

SLAM

“UWAAAAAA?!?!”

Sanzang came on his first thrust, her arms shaking more as an orgasm rocked her body.

SLAM

“GWOOAH?!”

And she came again on the second, spurting fem cum against Ritsuka’s waist.

SLAM, SLAM, SLAM, SLAM!

Her arms failed her, she fell into the bed sheets as her eyes filled with tiny hearts. No wonder they told the monks to abstain, how could she stop thinking about sex if it felt this good?! Each meeting of their hips drew out another moan from the sullied woman, orgasm after orgasm shooting through her body like lightning through every nerve. Her eyes rolled up into her head as she began to drool onto the sheets as her disciple brought her a pleasure she’d denied herself all her two lives.

Ritsuka, meanwhile, was equally enthralled. Sanzang’s pussy tightened and squeezed every time she came, making it difficult to last long inside her in the best way possible. Every thrust sent her curves into a captivating jiggle, and now that she had fallen over her breasts spilled out from under her, making the view even more hot. He grabbed her arms and began to pull her hard, pushing himself as deep as he could go, causing Sanzang to moan louder and louder. Occasionally he’d grind against her, just to hear her whine as if begging him to keep thrusting.

He felt his orgasm brewing. “Sanzang! Is it ok if I cum inside?”

Sanzang moaned. “O-of course! Anything to relieve these desires! Cum inside, cum inside!”

He picked up the pace, running headlong toward the inevitable. “Understood, teacher! Just a few. More. Thrusts!”

He pulled her as close as possible as he came, her back arched both from his grip on her arms as much as her cumming for had to be at least the twentieth time. Sanzang felt her eyes roll up again as her vision faded, all of her senses being fried as she came harder than before at the feeling of hot cum splashing inside her. When he let go she flopped onto the bed limply, occasionally twitching. She hardly registered the last ropes coating her hair in cum.

“Phew… really worked up a sweat, didn’t we!” Ritsuka said, sitting next to her. “How about we wash off?”

——

Unlike the pounding he’d given her earlier, Ritsuka used soft, tender movements as he grouped her from behind while they washed off the stench of sex. The noises his teacher made were different like this, mewls and smaller, lower pitched whines of pleasure.

“You know teacher, I’ve been meaning to ask…” he pushed in, only to find Sanzang pushing back as well. “Why were you wearing a towel? Couldn’t you just summon your clothes…?”

The monk paused, hands still lathering her long hair. “…That’s a great point, Master.” She turned her head, doing her best to look at him over her shoulder. “I have a question too, that towel covered more of me than my usual outfit. So why’d you get so flustered?”

“…That’s another great point.”

“And you’re never here early. Not even on special days where I get everyone together!” She pouted. “Why today, the one day I take a shower before our lesson?”

“I barely ran into anyone on my way over.” He ground against her, lightly moving his hands down her body to her waist. “I guess it was a weird coincidence.” He paused, then joked, “Or maybe the Buddha set all this up so you could finally get laid?”

They paused.

“Nah.”

“No way.”

Notes:

Hot take of the day: Sanzang should be toned. Not ripped or even visibly muscular or anything, but the woman walked around 10,000 miles on her journey. You don’t do that without getting in shape a bit.

Forgive me for poking fun of the prompt a bit at the end there. I get what it was going for, and it’s hot, but if Sanzang wore a towel around she be covering up more than usual, and the joke is definitely in character (to me, at least).

Chapter 5: An Empire to Rival Genghis Khan’s (Nobu/Okita)

Summary:

Based off a prompt from Brain98.

This chapter contains: Futanari (Nobu), breeding kink, domination, mind break, excessive amounts of cum, and a tiny bit of mind manipulation (Okita and Nobu get a really intense breeding fetish)

Notes:

A heads up, the first few paragraphs are played straight for a HGW, with the themes that suggests. If you want to skip it, go directly to the first set of dashes.

“I surrender. My Servant is no more, and I have no chance of winning against you, Oda Nobunaga. You have bested me. I have but one request: My life. There is nothing left between you and the Grail, surely sparing me will be inconsequential.”

Nobunaga didn’t move her musket a centimeter, keeping it trained on the surrendering Master’s chest. Killing them would wrap up things in a bow nicely. At some point, she wouldn’t have even let them rattle off that little speech. Her finger tightened on the trigger, itching as it had so many times during this Holy Grail War. Who would care about a little more spilled blood…?

“Get up, Master of Caster,” the Japanese warlord spoke, voice low as she could make it, “Get up and get out. You’ll make an excellent example of what happens when my enemies choose to get out of my way.”

The Master slowly stood, eyes never leaving the musket pointed at them. She was giving them a chance, but that didn’t mean she trusted them. They slowly took a step backwards. Then another. “Thank you, Lord Nobunaga.”

‘Shoot them. You don’t want someone with dirt on you running around.’

Another step. Two more, they were moving faster now.

‘Shoot them! Do you want another Honnō-ji?!’

Their back hit the door. They reached for the handle, slowly, as if deliberately showing her that they weren’t reaching for a weapon.

‘Damn it, why am I not shooting them?!’

The door opened, and the Master stumbled awkwardly out. Nobunaga sighed. A problem for another time, if they turned snake. For now, it was time to claim the prize she’d worked so hard for. The golden cup of western myth, the granter of wishes, the Holy Grail.

“You know what I want, but I’ll say it anyway.” She began, approaching the altar on which the Grail sat. “I want a second chance at uniting Japan, and then the world! A Nobunaga comeback, and this time I’ll make the world’s greatest empire! Mwahaha, hahaHA!” The cup began to glow and float above its resting place. Nobunaga continued to laugh maniacally, finally, it was time! The glow shone brighter, nearly blinding her, but she didn’t care. This was it!

——

She woke up in a daze. She refused to open her eyes. Was it all a dream? What a cop out! She rolled over, shoving her face into her pillow. From the top then! She’ll win that stupid cup as many times as it takes! The short woman threw herself out of bed.

Except this wasn’t the shack she’d been staying in. Right, this was her forward operating base in Osaka, her forces were taking… the eastern half of…

It worked! She knew all of her troop deployments from Yamaguchi to Nara, the names of her commanders, how the war effort was going, even “memories” of her more modern incarnation. The Grail worked! She was ecstatic! Beyond overwhelmed with manic glee! She was, she was…

She was really, really pent up.

Winning a Grail War didn’t exactly leave the Archer much time to relieve herself. It’d been easy to ignore with all the planning, fighting, and running, but now all that neglect was creating a tent her baggy black pants.

“I suppose it can’t be helped!” Nobu yelled joyfully. “I’ll need to call on my consort! Hey, Souji, get in here!”

Okita Souji, clad in her pink haori, poked her head into the room a moment later. “Nobbu! You’re behind all this, aren’t you!” She stepped inside. “Why are the Shinsengumi alive again?! And why am I-”

“My consort?” Nobu cut her off. “I have no idea! Well, I have some idea, but I’ll explain later. Right now, can you help me with this?” She patted her bulging pant leg.

“Fine, but afterwards you’re explaining everything!” Okita bit back. It hadn’t been the first time Nobbu came to her for sex, even before these weird memories had been jammed in her head. She took off Nobu’s cape and top, the shorter woman wearing only a bright red bra from waist up. Moving down, Okita grabbed Nobu’s pants and pulled them down.

What she was met with was definitely not the cock she’d seen during their quickies before. Nobu had always been big, but this was insane! The beast she released from the Demon King’s pants had to be at least three feet long and as thick as a cannon! Not to mention those balls, both heavy orbs outclassing her head in size! The blonde could swear she could almost hear them from her position, churning up semen for their master.

“Huh. That’s new.” Nobu remarked, looking at her massive erection like it was a neat looking wall decoration. “You can still take it, right?”

“C-c-c-” Okita stuttered. Her reality had been shifted once today, but now it was shattered by that massive, stupidly thick, hulking length of futa meat! “Cock!” She yelled, placing both hands on the flanks of Nobu’s penis. Her fingertips didn’t even meet with all that girth! She quickly began long, rapid strokes while placing her face in front of the black haired woman’s cock slit and beginning to lick. Nobu let out a quick moan as her urethra was stimulated by Okita’s thirsty tongue.

“Ha, you’re doing great, Souji!” She praised, leaning onto her bed. For the briefest of moments she tore her attention away from the cock-addled swordswoman pleasuring her and took in her environment. The room was simple, just a bed, desk, nightstand, and a TV. Had she made a FOB in a hotel? She decided that pursuing that line of thought could wait until after she had blown a few loads into the devoted slut beneath her.

Okita opened her mouth wide and slipped the head of Nobu’s gargantuan prick into her mouth. Her jaw ached, the massive red bulb nearly dislocated it, but she didn’t care. She needed more! The Saber began to lather the part of her Emperor inside her mouth with her tongue, drawing out another pleasured moan. She hummed happily, pleased at the effect she was having.

This was the most pleasure Nobu could remember experiencing at once, in all her lives. Whatever the grail did to her cock, it definitely made her more sensitive. But despite that, something was missing. Her balls churned and ached for release, but she felt something was holding her back.

“Hey Okita, back off for a second.”

Okita made a loud slurping noise, but kept her mouth full of leaking daimyo cock. Her precum tasted like nothing else she’d ever had before, how had the captain ever lived without that divine flavor?!

“Okita!” Nobu attempted to kick the pink clad woman, but she was too far away for her foot to connect. Still, the jerking motion shook her from the haze and she backed off, though every moment separated from that wonderful length made its influence all the more tempting…

“Good. Now, strip!” Nobu commanded. Okita did as she was told, quickly discarding all her clothing and standing naked in front of the sitting futa. Okita wasn’t particularly curvy with her average breasts, a minor pinch to her waist, thighs thickened with a layer of light muscle. Her ass was rounded, with a bit of bounce, but her body was clearly that of a warrior’s, not a consort’s. Nobu knew just how to fix that, and given the way the swordswoman’s pussy was practically flooding, she did too.

“Come! Lay down on my bed and let the Demon King of Sixth Heaven claim you!”

——

Part of Okita had remained rational throughout all this. Questions like, ‘how did she get this huge?’, ‘why does my womb feel so empty?’, and ‘how will she even fit that giant thing inside me, it’s bigger than both my legs?!’ had crossed her mind.

When Nobbu crashed through her cervix in a single thrust, creating a cock bulge in her skin that blocked her vision, all of those thoughts disappeared under a tide of pleasure as every single one of her nerves was stimulated at once. She cried out, cumming several times as Nobbu got herself more comfortable, hearts replacing her pupils as she was reshaped around an impossible breeding tool.

Nobu, meanwhile, was still getting used to her new length. The Grail had apparently skipped the part where she built up muscle memory, leaving her used to working with a smaller, thinner length. Okita came again, arching her back against the bed while her tight hole spasmed around the Archer’s cock. She had the Saber’s legs held to her sides as she adjusted herself. Okita’s eyes had rolled up into her head by the time Nobu had finally gotten in a position she could thrust properly in. But instead of beginning, she waited for the orgasming woman to come down.

“Hm? Finally back?” Nobu asked when the Saber’s eyes returned to normal.

“Nobbu… why aren’t you moving yet…” she groaned, placing a hand on the skin displaced by the cock spearing her. In response Nobu’s cock gave a quick throb and shot a hefty glob of pre into her womb.

“Because I haven’t even told you what I’m gonna do yet!”

“You’re making me wait so you can tell me what you’re going to do instead of just doing it?!”

“It’s hotter if you know where it’s going!”

“Nobbu I can hardly think with this thing in me, I don’t care! Fuck me!”

“Ahh, whatever, I’ll just breed you senseless without the theatrics!”

She raised her hips, half standing in order to pull more of her immense length out of Okita. She felt the sucking of her cervix at the base of her head, the ring refusing to let it go. It seemed Okita really did want this just as much as she did.

WHAP

“GWOHHHHHHH!!!” Okita screamed, her rapid orgasms returning with her heart filled eyes. Nobu wasted no time, no effort, this wasn’t sex for pleasure or even to empty her backed up ballsack. No, she NEEDED to breed, to bloat Okita’s slim stomach with cum and children, to force the warrior into becoming a mother for her heirs. And there would definitely be more than just one, the way her balls groaned and churned made her certain they’d be expecting multiples.

Nobu backed up again, only to use Okita’s legs to pull her further onto her shaft. The punch to her womb may have been less forceful, but the suddenness of it caused the Saber’s vision to flash. Nobu ground her hips against Okita’s, each whine the woman let out making her smile more and more maniacal.

“Mmmmmm fuck yeah!” Nobu yelled, not caring if any of her army heard her. She skipped past any sort of build up, moving directly into deep, womb breaking, certain pregnancy rapid thrusts. “Get pregnant, Souji! Be the first to have the kids of the new Emperor of the world!”

For a brief moment Okita’s brain worked again. “Emperor of the what?”

And it was immediately shut down by the feeling of several gallons of Nobunaga semen filling her womb to the bursting and then further still, the hot, tar-thick, fertile substance absolutely dominating all of her senses as it poured into her like a geyser had gone off inside her overstretched organ. Okita unconsciously gave Nobu a double peace sign as she was filled with enough ball slurry to drown in. Nobu herself hardly registered it, the feeling of so much cum rocketing through her urethra causing her brain to fray, and that was on top of Okita’s tight pussy squeezing her like a cheap toy. She threw her head back, her hat falling off into the sheet behind her as she moaned in complete bliss.

A breeder’s cock like Nobu’s should have tapered off after a couple minutes of cumming so its owner could move onto the next fertile concubine. But, be it because it was her first time with her new size or because breeding her rival felt just that good, Nobu let out the entire contents of her seed sacks into the mind broken consort. Neither were lucid when she stopped, both utterly lost under layers of breeding bliss. The first to return to reality was Nobu, when darkness had crept into the corners of the room.

“Ha ha!” She laughed, voice softer than usual. “I guess I overdid it this time, huh, Okita?” She received no response. “Hm? Okita?”

She stood up, unable to see the Saber’s face over her ridiculously bloated womb. Okita’s tongue was lolled out of her mouth, occasionally returning as she murmured something. Getting off the bed to hear what her partner was saying, she noticed not a single drop of semen stained the bed. Had it all been trapped inside her massive cum gut? It would make sense, it was basically the size of her!

Finally moving around to the bloated women’s face, she heard the soft babbling more clearly. “Cum… more cum… need babies… Nobbu babies…” She let out a small yawn. “So full. So many…”

Nobu smiled slightly. For once it lacked its crazed attribute, instead being a one of pride and contentment. “Sleep well, Souji.”

——

Four months later.

“Okinawa beaches are much better than Osaka’s!” Nobbu declared.

“You’re just saying that to justify how far out of your way you went to conquer this place before Nagano.” Okita replied lazily.

Underneath an umbrella on a private section of beach, Oda Nobunaga and her first consort Okita Souji relaxed. Nobu was fiddling with a guitar while Okita simply laid back, enjoying not being on her feet for a while. That day four months ago Nobu had gotten her pregnant with quintuplets, and she was starting to feel the weight of their children.

“I took Okinawa for you, be grateful!” Nobu replied, not looking up from her guitar. “Now you’ll have a safe place to hide when you’re too pregnant to move!”

“And Yamaguchi, hundreds of miles away from the nearest hostile soldier, wouldn’t do it?” Okita jabbed, lifting her head slightly.

Nobbu laughed, but didn’t reply. Smooth. Well, it can’t be helped. Time for a topic change.

“I’m glad the Grail managed being my old swimsuit with us, but I think it’s getting a bit small…” Okita complained. The top only barely contained her motherhood enhanced cleavage, and her widening hips were causing the straps of her bottoms to dig into her skin.

Nobbu strummed her guitar, and smiled, seemingly satisfied with whatever she adjusted. “At least your swimsuit still covers everything.” Nobu looked down. “My skirt barely covers a quarter of me!” Sure enough, the vast majority of her flaccid length was sprawled on the towel.

“That’s because you refuse to tuck, Nobbu.”

“It’s uncomfortable!”

“What kind of Emperor walks around with her cock drooping out from her skirt?”

“The kind that you couldn’t stop jabbering about for weeks!”

“That was the Grail, not me! You got the pregnancy bug too!”

“The impregnation bug!”

They snipped at each other for hours, occasionally stopping to rub Okita’s belly or listen to Nobu’s newest song idea. There was a country to unite, sure, but time between the Emperor and her first and favorite consort was worth a bit of delay.

Notes:

The Grail also made Nobu wear bras. It wasn’t me, it was the cup.

The original request didn’t specify Archer or Avenger Nobu, so I went with the classic version. Also I think they wanted a non-con angle, but I can’t envision this pair having anything worse than annoyed sex. Hope this still works.

Chapter 6: Shorts #1

Summary:

I’ve gotten quite a few requests (thank you!) and some catch my attention, but for whatever reason I decide I can’t do a full chapter on them. So, instead I’ll put them here, in shorter form.

Long dashes indicate breaks between prompts. Characters and tags are listed above each prompt.

Based on a request from BurstEdge. Raikou/Ibuki Douji. Contains: Futanari (Raikou), cock growth, mating press, teasing.

It was no secret that Raikou had a distaste for the demonic, particularly Oni. That Shuten Douji was the worst of the lot, always pulling her Kintoki away from her by acting indecent! That ridiculously revealing outfit combined with her absurdly sized rear was simply too much for a healthy young man to resist! As his parental figure she has taken the short, bottom heavy woman aside several times and “taught her a lesson” so to speak, but they never seemed to take, no matter how forceful she was. Just one of her was a handful, and now Master had gone and summoned a second one!

Ibuki Douji was even worse than her Assassin self! The teasing was bad enough, but the Saber had the gall to flirt with her while doing it! “You’ve got quite the pair of cow tits, Raikou. Would you mind if I had a taste of their milk?” “Aww, you’re such a doting mother! I wouldn’t mind calling you ‘Mommy~.’” “That’s quite the sword you’ve got in your bodysuit. Or are you just that excited to see me?” That had been the last straw. To dare insinuate that she was attracted to her? This required discipline.

Discipline in the form of Raikou’s nearly two and half feet of Oni slaying cock, pushed balls deep as the Berserker locked the giant woman in a motherly mating press.

“Mmmf! I’ve been awfully naughty haven’t I? Why don’t you punish me harder?” Ibuki teased, wrapping her tail around Raikou’s wide hips lazily.

“Be quiet, scum!” The warrior shrieked, thrusting her hips wildly in rage. “Know your place! The only reason I have yet to fry you is because Master tolerates you!”

Ibuki let out an exaggerated moan as Raikou nailed one of her sweet spots. “And I thank my lucky stars she does. Kind, merciful master, sparing me from your- oohhh, right there- mighty blade!”

“Don’t speak of her!” The futa yelled, grabbing one of Ibuki’s nipples and twisting it. The giant simply moaned again, this time even more loud and exaggerated. Raikou’s brows knit in frustration.

‘She really is an excellent lay,’ Ibuki thought to herself as her legs were pushed even further, now resting beside her head, ‘such a shame you need to tease her so much to get that out of her. Ah well, at least I can have some fun with it.’

Raikou slowed her thrusts. “You should not be enjoying your punishment.” She said coldly, staring daggers at the teasing Oni. “I suppose I will need to inflict a harsher lesson.”

The sound of lighting crackling filled the air around them. Ibuki felt tiny jolts of electricity jumping from Raikou’s lightning rod inside her, causing her canal to spasm at odd intervals. Each shock brought with it a jolt of sexual bliss, and the random internals and intensities kept the Saber unprepared for the next one. Now this was a truly worthy partner!

“Ghh…” Raikou panted, eyes tightly shut in concentration. “I told you… to know… your place!” Ibuki wanted to tease her again. Maybe the little bolts coming off this warrior’s cock would be more intense? She opened her mouth, but could only let out a moan.

As soon as the Berserker finished her sentence her cock began to grow. Not in length, 30 inches was more than enough, but in girth. From the size of a soda can to larger than both her thick thighs combined, Ibuki suddenly felt like she was being split in half on a log.

“Guhuuuuuuh?!” She moaned in confusion, eyes beginning to cross as focusing became harder.

“I should have known you would require the same heavy hand the other insect does.” Raikou pulled her hips back and Ibuki attempted to move her legs, attempting to leg lock the fat dicked demon hunter, but found her legs pinned in the mating press. Raikou chuckled at the attempt. “After this, you will never make the mistake of sullying me again!” She pushed downward, starting what would become hours of brutal fucking, not a hole untouched.

Ibuki would go on to tease Raikou even harder, often with Shuten not far behind.

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Based on a request from Ventiplus. Astolfo/Morgan Contains: Large cock, mating press, mind break, lactation, maledom.

“Mother, are you sure you wanna marry this guy?” Baobhan Sith asked, surprised.

Barghest nodded. “I agree with Lady Tristan, Queen Morgan. He appears… eccentric.”

“Enough.” Morgan stated firmly. “Sir Astolfo has won my hand. I will hear no more on this issue.”

Barghest stood at attention. “Understood.”

“Fine.” Baobhan said dismissively. “He seems fun, just really not your type.”

“My choice in partners is none of your concern, daughter.” The Queen replied coolly. “Leave me, Tam Lin. I will be retiring to my room for the night.”

——

Morgan pushed open the door to her room, spotting her new husband lying on her- their bed, wearing nothing but his eternally present smile.

“Hey Morgan-chan!” He beamed. “Or should I call you honey now? Sugar? Wifey?”

“Good Evening, my Husband.” Morgan was already removing her clothing. “Morgan will do fine. I am already prepared, the thought of your unmatched penis on the journey here has gotten me sufficiently wet. Please,” she lay on the bed, legs spread wide, “ravage me.”

Astolfo practically jumped at the formal woman. “Aww Morg-chan, how can I say no when you ask like that?” He slapped his length onto her stomach. No matter how many times she saw it, Morgan never fully internalized how big he really was. Her womb ached, desperate to kiss his cock head once again.

“Husband, please…” she pleaded.

“Can do!” The pretty boy assured, backing up to her entrance and then spearing her without a single moment’s hesitation. Morgan groaned as she was stretched, the feeling of fullness and his fist sized cockhead proding at her cervix finally starting to satisfy her craving. The moment didn’t last long, the Rider waited for nothing as he began to slam into her. Not that Morgan would ever ask for anything different: this animalistic sex had addicted her from the very first taste Astolfo had given her.

The paladin paused his rapid thrusts to grind for a moment. “Ha ha, you’re really tightening up! Are you about to cum, Morg-chan?” He began to pull out, slowly, knowing it drove the cold queen crazy. “Well, I’ll help you!” And with a loud CLAP he forced his full length into her once again.

Morgan felt her orgasm overwhelming her, but didn’t fight it, sinking as deep into the pleasure as she could. “Moreeee…!” She moaned as she climaxed around the femboy’s endowment. Morgan’s brain turned off unnecessary functions like thinking to process the sheer amount of orgasmic bliss being fucked into her, a process Baobhan had called “mind breaking” her. But before she felt herself break completely she noticed an odd tingling around her nipples…

“Oh?” Astolfo asked. “Morg-chan you’re milking! You wanna be pregnant that badly? Why didn’t you say so?” He resumed his rapid thrusts, occasionally slowing to sample the Berserker’s creamy fresh milk, fully intent on getting the babbling Queen pregnant with a few heirs. Servants could do that right?

“Husband, more! More cock! Stretch me, break me!” Morgan yelled, cumming around his bitch breaking meat once again.

“Whaddya think I’m doing?” He replied, dipping his head for more of that delicious cream. “Gonna cum soon, get ready!”

“YES! DO IT! INSIDE!” Morgan’s perfect make up was smeared by her own tears of pleasure, eyes unfocused as she was fucked into mush.

“Cumming now!”

Rope after rope of cute boy sperm threw itself into Morgan’s deepest chamber while their owner guzzled her milk. The witch let her head fall back, in such a well fucked bliss she could no longer hold it up. “Uwaaaa…”

“Mm, great first round!” Astolfo cheered, taking his mouth off her nipple. “Next four or five should be even better!”

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Based on a request from InvitedGuest?. Kiara/Kama. Contains: Futanari (Kama), domination loss, forced kisses, mind break.

Kama watched Kiara enter her room and smirked. Now that she was finally alone, Kama could finally put that horny nun in her place. The Alter Ego had always taunted her by claiming she was the “superior Beast of Pleasure” and that she, the God of Love herself, was the lesser of the two. But now she could prove her wrong. Kama had grown herself a truly delicious futa cock for the sole purpose of showing that bitch who was really on top. A foot and half of soda can thick, vein ridden, bitch breaking meat, with her signature blue flames burning around the tip (aesthetically of course, she wouldn’t want to have to drag her to the Nurse’s office for internal burns). She’d even modified her outfit slightly so her massive tests were contained in a form of golden chain panties, leaving her penis on full display.

Kama knocked on the door. “Hey Kiara~! Can we talk for a moment?”

A moment of silence, then the door openedm to reveal her rival in her nun attire. “My oh my, what could want at this… hour…” her eyes were glued to the Assassin’s aching length, already leaking pre cum in a puddle on the ground. Kiara licked her lips. “Come in, and I’ll show you a world of pleasure.”

‘Yeah, right.’ Kama smirked as she followed inside.

——

“NWOAH! NOH MORE! SHO GOOD! TOO GOOD!” Kama screamed from her position beneath Kiara. Kiara had her locked in the cowgirl position, rubbing her stretched stomach while looking at the thrashing futa smugly.

“Mmm, this is an excellent cock. Such a shame it’s attached to such a brat…” Kiara mused, raising her hips up and slamming down, causing Kama to start screaming about tight nun pussy again. “Oh well. I’ll put it to good use all the same.”

“CUMMING! I LOHHHSST! YOU’RE THE SUPERIOR BEAST, YOU WIN, JUST KEEP GOIIINNNNNGGGG!”

“Hush.” Kiara leaned down and forcefully kissed the orgasming Assassin, silencing her with expert tongue work. Hot divine semen splashed into her womb, filling her up nicely. Perhaps like this she’ll be a bit more tolerable…

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Based on a request from ShadyManBooRadley. Nobukatsu/Xu Fu. Contains: Large cock, full nelson, hate(?) sex, anal sex, a very base level research into Chinese and Japanese histories.

Late at night in Novum Chaldea, several servants were still awake. Some were still up playing video games while ignoring a writing deadline or their divine responsibilities. Others continued to train into the darkest hours of the night, honing their combat capabilities even further. And some met in sparsely visited rooms, far from prying eyes and ears, to discuss things in secrecy. In one such room an Archer and Alter Ego were in a heated debate…

“Have you even LOOKED at Lady Yu?!” Xu Fu yelled, voice trembling with self righteous anger.

“Of course I have, when sister isn’t around dominating the room and demanding attention!” Nobukatsu replied, equally furious.

Xu Fu scoffed. “Lady Yu has more tact than to demand attention. She attracts it without effort!”

“Because she’s too busy putting effort into bossing Lan Ling around like some kind of slave.” Nobukatsu countered.

Xu Fu was actually shaking now. “As a lady of her station should! You wouldn’t know how she should act, you come from a nation of barbarians with delusions of honor!”

Nobuksatsu threw his hat onto the ground. “At least we know how to fight a war! You lost millions of people in civil disputes because the emperor lost some ‘divine right’ you never knew they even had! Sister knew that was stupid to begin with!”

Xu Fu tossed her hat next to Nobukatsu’s and began to take off her dress. The two continued bickering over which of their respective obsessions was superior as they stripped of their clothing. Neither remembered when or how this argument started, or when they began to meet up in the middle of the night to continue yelling pointlessly at each other. At some point they must have subconsciously realized all this time together had caused some level of tension, as for weeks now their arguments had taken a steamier turn.

“Of course you go with the full nelson position, it’s the only time you have control over anything!” The Alter Ego didn’t resist as the Archer took great handfuls of the fat ass she usually kept under her various cloaks. “Your beloved sister has the reins the rest of the time!”

Nobukatsu lined up his length with the hole between those immense cheeks. It was large enough to look out of place on the short man, several inches above average even for modern day. “Because she’s better than me! I’m not ashamed to admit that, have you SEEN her?!” He dropped the Chinese woman down, causing her to moan as his girth pushed its way up her digestive tract. “Ha!”

“Ghh, yeah I’ve seen her!” Xu Fu recovered. “But it’s hard to pay any attention to her when Lady Yu’s elegant form makes it hard to think about anything else!” She squeezed her lower walls, causing Nobukatsu’s grip to tremble.

“Who needs elegance when you have strength?!” He countered, reaffirming his hold and pulling back his cock.

“Like you would know any different, a-all she does is order you around!” Xu Fu’s voice cracked as Nobukatsu began to thrust.

“Why do you care so much anyway?!” The Japanese castle lord asked. “She’s married, and never stops swooning over that metal machine!”

“Me? Why do YOU care?!” Xu Fu asked, shifting in his grip in an attempt to grind against him. “She’s your sister, and you backstabbed her!”

“Shut up!”

“No, you shut up!”

There would be no winner of this argument tonight, or the next night, or the one after that. Perhaps one day they’ll come to an agreement of some kind, but until then, the clapping of the death-obsessed woman’s ass against the traitorous lord’s hips would ring throughout the dusty halls of the quiet areas of Chaldea.

Notes:

Did you know Oda Nobukatsu was also the name of Nobunaga’s son? It’s true! And for a moment I was even more weirded out than he normally makes me!

I know I twisted some of these prompts a bit (Ibuki got more than she asked for rather than poking the mama bear to many times, Nobukatsu and Xu Fu are already into it, etc.) but I tried to keep the core of the idea intact. Hope it isn’t an issue.

Chapter 7: A Kohai’s Milk Run (Mash)

Summary:

Based on a request from “Mashu’s left testicle” (sic). Contains: Lactation, self-dehumanization, self inflicted bondage, milking machines, and mentioned futanari.

“Ah swear Ahm still walkin’ funky after that third round with her sword!” Hokusai proclaimed, the swimsuit saber crossing arms in front of her modest chest. “Ain’t nobody better than Musashi.”

“Oh please. You should try out my Cu!” Queen Medb replied, placing her hands on her hips. “His spearmanship is much better than that wandering weirdo’s.”

Mordred gave the two a confused look. She’d been asked to join her fellow Saber’s when she passed them in the hall, and figured they’d be talking about combat tactics. Not… this. “Why the hell are you guys talking like that? Just say that they-”

“SHHHHHHHH” Both the others quieted her.

“Oi, what was that for?!” Mordred asked, wiping her face. “And who spit on me?!”

Medb silently pointed towards another pink haired girl currently nose deep in a book further down the hall. It was Chaldea’s resident kohai, Mash Kyrielight, Master’s personal servant and overall sweetheart. Mordred’s brow raised in confusion. “Mash?” She asked, not noticing Hokusai quickly wiping her face.

“Yes, Mash, sword for brains!” Medb hissed in a loud whisper.

“We ain’t suppos’t ta talk about the birds n bees with her ‘round.” The artist clarified.

“What? Why not?” Mordred asked, not bothering to keep her voice down. “She’s a Servant, you’ve see her go through worse than some girls talking ab- mmmph?!”

“OW?!” The pink clad queen pulled her hand away from Mordred’s mouth. “Did you just freakin bite me?”

“Do not,” the knight of treachery stepped into Medb’s space, “silence me like that.”

Medb didn’t flinch, or even blink at the intimidation attempt. “And who are you to order me around?”

Before either Servant could turn the other into a crater in the wall, Hokusai intervened. “How ‘bout we move this to the simulator, ‘fore we all end up on repairin’ duty?”

Both grumbled. “Fine.” “Sounds great.”

As the trio walked away, the quickly forgotten Shielder sighed. Her eyes hadn’t moved from the start of the page in almost ten minutes, her focus entirely on eavesdropping. “Same as always…” She murmured. This “protection” of her innocence was getting frustrating. She may be a bit naïve, but she wasn’t blind. Servants walking funny, odd noises coming from private rooms, areas of the observatory suddenly banning her from entering despite containing nothing more than some old equipment and dusty shelves for years, until suddenly she needed to be kept out “for her own good.”

But Mash was not one to sit idle. After subtly staking out several of the no-access rooms, she’d hatched a plan. One of the unused housing wings saw an unusual amount of Servant traffic, and each one of the Heroic Spirits who regularly visited were up several cup sizes since being summoned. The Artoria Lancers, Musashi, Drake, and Osakabehime, the last of which provided an opportunity…

——

Anne Bonny was bored. Today was her and Mary’s shift on “guard duty”, which basically amounted to sitting in front of a door for several hours and waving people in. The only people who ever came down this hall knew what was behind the door, making the role completely pointless. Still, time with Mary was time that wasn’t completely wasted, so she hadn’t complained that much. Still, when she saw Osakabehime walking down the hall without her usual hunched posture and chest clearly bound from how much smaller it looked, she decided to have a bit of fun.

“Heyyyy Batty~” She said in a singsong tone. “You must be really full if you’re walking like that, how about we help you instead?”

Mary looked up from the book she had been reading. “Huh? Oh, hey Batty.” She looked at Anne. “We’re on guard duty, Anne, what would Master say if we left now?”

Anne sighed. “You’ve got a point… Well, if you’re willing to wait a few more hours the offer still stands!”

“M-hm!” Mary agreed.

The yokai shook her head. ‘Quiet today, isn’t she?’ Anne thought. ‘Must be really desperate for some relief…’

“Okayyy, come on in!” The blonde pirate welcomed, opening the door.

——

Mash had been sure her disguise wouldn’t work. The wig was a cheap Halloween costume prop, the dress only barely resembled the shut-in’s own, and their eye’s shade of purple were completely different. And yet the pirates had let her in without question! She was so elated it had worked that she almost didn’t take in the room she’d managed to slip into.

Every small room of the housing wing had been converted into a stall, with gates made of metal bars instead of doors. In each room sat a metal cylindrical vat connected to some sort of machine, which was connected to two suction cups placed at its top. Some of the room appeared to have harnesses in them, but why? Mash tried to get closer to investigate, but a small “eeep!” got her attention. She turned to face the sound and nearly gasped in surprise at what she saw.

Tamamo-no-mae was strapped to the wall with the suction cups on her H cup breasts, moaning and squirming slightly with each pull of the plastic. Her hair was a mess, plastered over her face and obscuring her pleasured expression, but the state of her appearance wasn’t the pressing issue. Tamamo’s breasts were leaking milk. And quite a lot of it, the cups nearly full of the creamy white substance, the vat in the room filled halfway to the “5 gallons” mark. Mash caught herself rubbing her thighs together as she watched the fox. She was ridiculously horny after seeing that, and clearly in the right place for it.

——

Mash found a stall at the back and quickly discarded all of her clothing. She didn’t care about getting caught at this point, she just desperately wanted to have those suction cups on her nipples, pulling dairy from her breasts like some kind of Demi-Servant cow. The Shielder attached the cups to her erect nipples and looked at the harness in her stall. Unlike Tamamo’s, this one hung from the roof, suspending the user in the air while their breasts were drained of their delicious essence. It was perfect. Mash strapped herself in, limbs now useless strung up in the air, and the machine flicked on.

Immediately Mash felt a shift inside her, right down to her Spirit Origin. Something changed when the milking machine hummed to life, something concentrated deep within her D cups. The pent up girl felt her chest grow warm, a warmth that quickly spread to her whole body. It was almost like a comforting blanket on a cool day, the cozy feeling making it hard to think straight despite being strung up from the ceiling. The suction kicked on, gently tugging at her nipples as if politely asking for their product. Mash let out a small “mmf” of pleasure, but this wasn’t enough. After being denied so long, she wanted more!

The machine seemed to understand that, somehow, as the suction began to increase in tempo and force. Mash would never admit it, but she came slightly at the sudden firm tugging at her breasts, and in the haze that followed she failed to notice that a few droplets of white had flecked onto the suction cups. The warm feeling intensified and Mash struggled to keep her head from lolling. She wanted to be conscious of all the milk being taken from her breasts, to feel it as her body was forced to take the place of livestock’s, but it was beginning to become impossible to put a thought together as the warmth smothered her mind like a comforting vice. The droplets increased to a trickle of milk.

The suction increased again, now pulling at her hanging breasts without remorse. Mash could feel her thoughts slipping, but was that such a bad thing? To be a mindless, good little cow, for just a bit? The once innocent girl allowed the cozy feeling to completely envelop her, completing her transformation into Chaldea’s newest milkmaid. The cattle felt something happening in her udders and let out a little whine. More milk! More milk for Mash! She could do better!

Another firm tug of her breasts proved her right. Instead of the trickling of milk, full on ropes of her white gold were pulled out of Mash’s increasingly heavy chest, filling the clear cups quickly. The newly minted dairy slut let felt something bubble in her throat, something that felt natural, something to complete her. She opened her mouth up and let out a sound to let the world know she had won, she had finally entered Chaldea’s lewd world:

“MOOOOOOO!”

——

“Batty?” Anne asked, slinging her gun over her shoulder. “You’ve been in here for hours, you ok?”

“We know you must have some serious milk build up but we’re getting worried here!” Mary added. The pair checked each stall, occasionally switching the vat over to drain and send the liquid inside to bottling (after taking a quick sample of course), until they reached the back of the hall.

Strung up from the ceiling, letting out little pleasured moos and looking like she’d been fucked to Heaven was Chaldea’s precious kohai Mash Kyrielight. The machine was silent, long turned off as the 10 gallon vat had been filled, but the pink haired girl hadn’t moved an inch. Her breasts still leaked slightly, droplets of milk falling onto the floor in a puddle next to the fallen suction cups.

“Is she… mooing? Has anyone else moo’d?”

“I thiiiiink Busty Artoria did once…”

“Moooo…! Moo, mooooreeee!”

“Master is going to be furious.”

“Yep. Want to try her milk?”

“Of course!”

Notes:

I’ll be honest, not my best work. Definitely felt like I was trying to do to much at once. Hope it’s good enough.

Chapter 8: All holes lead to Rome (Nero/Boudica)

Summary:

A two for one based on prompts by SaigaDrop and Brain98. This chapter contains: Futanari (Nero and Boudica), one sided hate sex, huge cock sizes, massive cum inflation, and… Stockholm syndrome but kinky? Cock addiction but you hate who it’s attracted to? Can someone tell me the name of what I wrote?

Among Chaldea’s Servants were several old foes. Some buried their grudge with their body, possibly becoming friends in their second life. Others were less willing to let the past remain there, and simply decided to avoid contact altogether for the sake of saving humanity. The system worked well enough, with fights being relegated to the simulator when things eventually boiled over.

Unfortunately, it wasn’t quite perfect.

“Boudicaaaaaaa!” A loud, shrill voice called from outside the kitchen. The owner, a short, blonde woman, bounced inside and up to the serving counter. “Hello, Nameless! I am searching for-”

“Boudica?” The Archer replied, slightly amused.

“UMU! Your powers of observation are as impressive as always!” She gave him an approving nod. “Now, direct me in the direction of my comrade.”

The man sighed. “Sorry, Saber. You just missed her, she said she was -”

“Whaddya mean, Emiya?” Tamamo Cat poked her head out of the kitchen’s door. “She just ducked back in here a minute- NYOW!” The Fox-Cat yelled. “What was that for?!”

Boudica stepped outside, holding a large frying pan in one hand. “Sorry, I must have slipped. Hello Nero, I’m quite busy right now, can yo-”

“Surely you have time for an Emperor, dear Boudica!” Nero interrupted. Emiya sighed, and returned to his cooking. Looks like he was pulling double duty again.

“Nero.” The Rider said her name sternly. “I am part of the kitchen staff, not your personal assistant. I can’t keep indulging you like this.”

Nero tilted her head. “Why not? Am I not the Emperor of Rome? Should I be denied the pleasures of my station?”

“I was never even a citizen of Rome!” Boudica yelled, cheeks beginning to match her hair in anger.

“And what a shame that was.” Nero said, pity in her voice. This was always the worst part: Boudica knew that the airhead in front of her meant it. “Come! To my chambers, Queen of Victory!” Nero skipped out of the room, humming a song as she went. The automatic door slammed behind her.

“You know she isn’t going to leave you alone until you go with her again.” The tanned man said, not looking up from the cutting board he was using. “Just go, I can handle dinner.”

Boudica sighed. “Thank you, Emiya. God willing she just wants to complain about Elizabeth today…”

——

She didn’t want to talk about Elizabeth today.

Of course she didn’t.

Instead, when Boudica entered Nero’s ‘chambers’ (really a slightly larger than average bedroom initially meant to house visiting members of the Clock Tower) she was met with the Roman standing next to her elaborately red and gold themed bed, not a single strip of cloth on her entire body. The room was lit solely by the various candles Nero had placed on various surfaces, giving everything a soft warm glow. But if the room glowed, Nero was positively radiant. Soft thighs lead to a pair of sizable cheeks paired with wide hips, a flat stomach below two head sized breasts, and an adorable face with lips turned into an almost ever present smile. Nero was already quite the looker, and that was not accounting for the current limp 16 inches of barbarian claiming Roman she cock! The mighty weapon hung between her legs like a pendulum, coupled with a pair of fat, productive balls that were constantly producing more and more potential heirs for the narcissistic Emperor.

‘Let’s get this over with…’ Boudica sighed internally, slipping off her ridiculously small bottoms. She was glad that whatever made up her clothing now was ultra-compressing, she couldn’t imagine what it’d be like without it. After all, her own length rivaled Nero’s at 16 and a half inches flaccid, and with its girth almost deserved the title of ‘third leg.’ The blonde’s cock twitched as the queen stripped off her clothes, slowly rising and gaining length. Boudica felt a small ache near her core. She ignored it.

“Today I wish to use your plentiful rear first, dearest Boudica.” She gestured to the bed. It didn’t sound like an order, but with Nero, it always was. The annoyed woman crawled onto the bed, putting herself in one of the Emperor's favorite positions: doggy style. As the woman in question shoved her hardening cock between Boudica’s gigantic globes of ass flesh, she reflected about why she was even here.

——

“Boudicaaaaaaa!” A beautiful, angelic voice called from outside the kitchen. It was yet another excellent day in Chaldea, one the Emperor of Roses intended to use to the fullest! It had come to her attention that a certain Rider still held a grudge against her after some… unpleasant business that occurred while they were alive. She might have good reason to be angry, but Nero was the Emperor, a figure beloved by all! If Boudica hadn’t moved on, it was up to her to mend their relationship and ensure once again she was once again universally praised by her subjects!

And so Nero moved majestically to the kitchen counter, where the Rider in question was cleaning the breakfast dishes. “Good morning, Boudica! I have come today to offer peace between us.” Nero proclaimed.

Boudica didn’t even turn around.

“Go away, Nero. I’m busy here, if you haven’t noticed.”

Nero had expected this sort of reaction, and wasn’t perturbed. “Would you care to join me for a night of pleasure, Queen of Victory?” Nero asked, as if she was inviting a friend to lunch.

That got Boudica to freeze. “What?”

“A full night of debauchery, with only myself and you!” The blonde advertised. “What better way to bury old grudges than the pleasures of the flesh?”

Of course Nero didn’t want to admit it, but there were other motives. Boudica was one of the most attractive women the Roman had ever beheld, a bosom that looked ready to nurture many more young, hips wide for their birthing, a behind that was barely held back by her skimpy clothing, and, if Master was telling her the truth, a sizeable length of penis that rivaled even her own. And that hair, a luscious curtain of her most favorite color! The Celtic Queen was a prize the lustful blonde desperately desired, and with this method she could strike two helmets with a single sling!

“…You’re insane.”

Nero deflated.

“But- but Boudica, why would you deny my humble request? Is Chaldea not a place where even the most ancient of feuds are buried?!” She pleaded. “I beseech you, rethink your position!”

Boudica stared at her for a moment. Then, she smiled! Sure it lacked the usual warmth of her usual expressions, but a smile was a smile! Her charms had succeeded once again!

“Sure, oh great Emperor. I’d love to spend a long, long night with you…”

——

Boudica was walking funny for far longer than she cared to admit after that night. Her poor, stretched holes took days to return to normal, and then Nero had come back asking for another night. And then another. Eventually full nights were dismissed in favor of a mere few hours having her back blown out by the stupidly hung conqueror, just as it was now.

“UMU! Your behind is as excellent as ever, Boudica!” Nero complimented her. “My Imperial Endowment is once again ready for your royal folds!”

Without a word of warning, Boudica felt Nero’s soft hands grip her hips and flip her onto her back. “Huh?”

Nero smiled dazzlingly. “The other Celtic Queen gave me a recommendation for a position! She called this one ‘missionary’! A beautiful name, it allows me to look upon your face like a returning spouse!”

Boudica would have loved to snipe back at her for being so ignorant, but her eyes were drawn to their flush pelvises. Nero had always been bigger than her, that much she was sure of. But now, with their erect lengths pressed against each other, the sheer difference was on full display.

Nero could only be described as absolutely massive. Boudica had measured herself before, clocking in at an impressive 21 inches erect. Nero blew that number out of the water, her towering pillar of whore conquering meat at least a foot longer, probably more! At the very least the red haired woman had her beat in girth, but even then that was because her own cock was stupidly thick. Boudica felt her a pinch near her womb, wet heat beginning to form between her thighs, and her face heating up. She knew what that meant. And she hated it.

“Mmm? Oh I suppose the concept of such a novel position has gotten me more excited than usual.” She mused, following her partner’s eyes. “Umu, I see you’re ready! Then let’s begin!”

The Queen’s eyes widened. “Wai- UWOUGH?!”

The first Roman Emperor had spoken the famous words “Vedi, Vidi, Vici.” “I came, I saw, I conquered.” Nero was not that Emperor, and as such she put her own spin on the quote with her first, full length thrust that battered aside the motherly woman’s cervix like it was made of cheap paper: “I saw, I conquered.” Now all that was left to do was cum.

Nero humed in pleasure. “Oh, tight as usual, my fellow ruler! Hm, have I always left such an impression on your middle?” She wondered, marveling at how her cock was clearly visible through the Queen’s stomach. Boudica simply moaned in response and squeezed. The red themed Roman decided to leave such thoughts for another time, and once again placed her hands on her partner's hips.

Nero could be a passionate lover. Love was something she had learned to treasure in her time as a Servant, and she had made it a point to experience it when she could. But this wasn’t a meeting between lovers, this was casual sex between friends (in her eyes). Which meant there was no goal in her efforts aside from one: pleasure.

The second she was done staring at the outline of her own immense endowment, she pulled herself out enjoying the feeling of Boudica’s womb sucking on her tip and lowering as to not let the invading force leave its warm embrace. But there was no savoring of the sensation, as she forced her nearly three feet of weighty, virile cock meat back inside those soft, wet folds!

Boudica’s mind was blank in two thrusts, mush in five, and she had cum four times at Nero’s eighth. The feeling of her baby chamber stretching around her sworn enemy's cock always left her a brainless, cumming mess, and with her slightly enhanced length the effect was even more pronounced. Her own nearly two feet of motherly meat bounced uselessly against her stomach, spewing precum all over the pair as Nero continued pounding the queen into the bed like one of the cheap whores she took off the street in life. She laughed as she gripped the swinging cock, jerking it off as she continued imprinting the shape of her penis inside the woman who once swore to claim her head.

It didn’t take long for Boudica’s semen to come flying out of her cock, the redhead now cumming in two ways simultaneously. Nero pointed the spewing head at her naked form, painting herself in a layer of sticky off white spunk. A few shots she pointed at her face, trying to get as much of the thick reproductive sludge inside her hungry mouth as possible.

“Mm, I see you took my diet advice! Your sperm is extra concentrated and delicious today. And for that,” Nero said, picking her pace up, plapping their hips together rapidly, “I shall give you some of my own!”

All the receiving woman could do is moan and whine, her Servant brain currently unable to form a coherent word as pleasure wracked every single inch of her being. Her cock came again, this time completely hands free. Her wet folds tightened and loosened sporadically as her orgasms chained together rapidly, desperately trying to milk Nero’s thick, sperm rich semen out of those huge churning seed sacks. A request Nero was all too happy to oblige.

“Umu! Here it comes!” She cried, slamming herself to the base.

Her balls tightened, forcing her swimmers up through her cum tube, passing through the tight barrier of Boudica’s cervix, before pounding against the roof of her womb like a white hot reproductive firehose.

“Guhhnnnn!” Boudica groaned. This was always the worst part. Nero was already stupidly productive, but every time the hung futanari came she pulled a trick. Her Imperial Privilege EX allowed her to change reality itself to a degree, and she used it to replace her already insane output to gallons upon gallons of warm, custard thick ball sludge! Boudica’s already stretched reproductive pocket exploded in size, she already looked 6 months pregnant and Nero was only wrapping up her first volly!

“Nn, thank you Boudica! I’m so glad we’re able to couple as friends in our second life!”

The Queen didn’t hear a word of it, eyes still rolled up and brain still fried, cock still firing her own cum into the air uselessly. She hated this part not because of how powerless it made her feel, or how much Nero misunderstood the situation. Boudica hated it because the sensation of being so full, so stretched around Nero’s egg seeking swimmers, was utterly addicting. As yet another volley joined the gallons sloshing inside her, all the red haired woman could think about was how amazing it felt. And when the blonde’s orgasm finally petered out, accompanied by her removing that ridiculous cock from her desperate pussy, she hated the fact she felt empty. She hated that the sight of Nero, still achingly erect, made her even more horny. Her womb was practically the size of her, beyond anything a normal human could hope to hold, and she should have felt disgust, not contentment.

“An excellent first round! Tell me, Boudica, do you have any requests for our second!”

“M-my ass… please…”

She hated how her other holes felt empty and neglected.

“Umu! In my infinite generosity, I shall oblige you!”

Dinner would be served by the other two once again it seemed…

Notes:

Surprise, managed to find the time to finish this before December. Nero has a notoriously shaky history in terms of writing so I hope I did alright with her.

Some news: I have one more prompt I want to fill before I move on to another long-form project. I fully intend on returning to this once that is finished, but next update will be the last for a while. Don’t rule out a sporadic return if the mood strikes me, though. Hope you’ve enjoyed this!

Chapter 9: Night of the Round Table (Fem!Ritsuka/Tam Lin)

Summary:

Based on a request for Anime Tiddy (sic). This chapter contains: Futanari (Ritsuka), light cum inflation, rough sex, tender sex, a bit of comforting (Barghest has some issues, Ritsuka is there for her), cock worship, ball worship, musk, harems and finally, a lot of breeding kink.

Notes:

When writing this I used a fan redesign as my visualization for Melusine. She just looks way too young for me to write, even though she is and mostly acts like an adult. I tried to keep the wording interchangeable, but if something slipped through I apologize.

You can find the redesign here: https://twitter.com/_H_C_A_/status/1686229895238582272/photo/1

“…As always, your work has been exceptional. I expect this to continue as long as we are in Master’s service.” Morgan concluded, standing. The Tam Lin Roundtable meetings had moved from Morgan’s throne room to a small, slightly cramped conference room with the collapse of the British Lostbelt, but she paid it no mind. They may all be contracted to a Master now, but in her eyes, the knights were still her own. The three stood just after her, Barghest and Melusine with their backs straight and formal, Baobhan Sith instead opting to stretch her arms over her head and yawn. “Daughter.”

She opened an eye lazily. “Yes, Mother?”

“I have been informed the cafeteria will be serving shepherd's pie tonight.” The Faerie Queen’s voice was notably softer. “Would you dine with me?”

Baobhan flinched slightly. “I… uh…”

“She has a prior engagement with us, High Queen Morgan.” Melusine said, staring straight ahead from her position at the table.

Morgan’s eyes moved to the shorter Fae. Her eyes could see through lies, perceive what intentions lay behind speech. But Morgan saw nothing. It seemed that her daughter already had plans. Then why was she acting so strange…

Her gaze was practically burning a hole into Melusine while she mulled it over. The dragon knight stood perfectly still, eyes locked on the blank conference room wall in front of her. Morgan sighed. Baobhan was making friends here, far better friends than that… thing she was with in Faerie Britain. And if the knights were among them, all the better. The one thing her roundtable lacked over the original was camaraderie. “There is no need to be nervous, Daughter. Have a good time.”

Sith nodded. “Yeah, Mother, I’m gonna have so much fun!”

——

“…And then Melu jumped in and saved my ass!”

“Indeed, Melusine’s quick thinking allowed us all to be here tonight, Master.”

The three knights of Faerie Britain had once again convened, but this time it was not around a simple conference room table. It was around their Master’s immense length of Fae stretching girl cock, 15 inches and matted with powerful, throbbing veins, and a pair of volleyball sized testicles that seemed to never run out of the redhead’s thick nut custard. It had quickly become the trio’s favorite dish, that thick, salty, delicious sludge clogging their throats almost nightly.

“I guess that’s why, nhm, you’re letting her suck me off today?” Ritsuka said, running her fingers through the white haired girl’s hair as she slobbered and sucked at the part of her Master in her mouth. Melusine let out an affectionate purr, the vibration pleasuring the Master further. Barghest and Bao had taken positions further down her spire of virility, both using their breasts to further pleasure the girl sitting on the side of her bed. Only the blonde’s were big enough to fully envelop the thick she-meat, but Baobhan’s chest was still more than enough to get the job done.

“We figured it was a fitting reward. After all, tonight is special, is it not, Master?” Barghest asked, sneaking a quick lick at Ritsuka’s flank.

“Mm-hm, today’s the day we’re finally clear for breeding! That emotionless bitc- nurse,” Sith corrected at Ritsuka and Barghest’s cold looks, “gave us the go ahead earlier today! I don’t know about you two but I’m feeling extra fertile today!”

Melusine pulled herself down, face now flush with Sith’s soft tits. Ritsuka moaned, then grabbed the sides of the sucking knight’s head and gently pulled her off her ridiculous pole. Saliva trailed the journey up, as if marking just how much she had conquered before being forced away.

With a small pop, Lancelot let the cock head out of her mouth. “Master, haven’t I earned some real cum?” She asked pleadingly.

Ritsuka chuckled. “You’ll get some, don’t worry. I just want to make sure there’s plenty where it counts first.” She grinned widely. “Everyone line up! Let’s get this breeding going!”

——

The three knights stood naked in the warm air of Ritsuka’s room, each attempting to seduce their Master silently as she stalked between them. Barghest was a full foot taller than the girl with a bust that looked huge even on her height, and as if to complete the package she was quite muscular to boot, with large biceps, toned calves, and a visible set of six pack abs Ritsuka couldn’t wait to devastate with pregnancy. The woman stood tall and noble, attempting to win the redhead over with a knightly visage, but she couldn’t hide her blush as the futa began to examine her.

“Mm, already this wet, Barghest?” She asked, amused. “Try being honest with yourself, tell me how much you want my kids in your womb.”

“I-I…” Barghest huffed and stuttered. Ritsuka smiled despite herself. God she loved how adorable her big strong knight could be.

Next in line was Baobhan Sith, who instead opted to be coy, cocking her hip and giving the inspecting woman a wink. She let her curtain of crimson hair drape over her shoulders, covering her breasts in a teasing manner. Barghest might have her beat in curves, but that didn’t mean anything if she didn’t put them to use. It clearly worked, as Ritsuka’s cock gave an approving throb and belched a thick glob of pre at the sadistic seductress. “I see someone’s already made their choice.”

The Master grinned. “You’re way too good at this for a Queen’s spoiled daughter, you know that?”

Sith let out a haughty chuckle. “It’s a gift, Master. Why don’t you show me yours?” She placed a soft hand onto that throbbing meat, about to pull the girl it was attached to for a sealing kiss before a loud “HEY!” interrupted her.

Melusine stomped her foot. “Let me at least get a turn!” She pleaded. Ritsuka pulled away to Baobhan’s displeasure.

She was the shortest of the trio, and while she had a decent behind for her smaller frame, she lacked any of the curves that the other two had in such abundance. Melusine had her work cut out for her, but she had two secret weapons at her disposal. Flipping her hair, she attempted to emphasize her beauty, the thing so many had once praised her for. “Master, why not start with me? After all, is it not me who brought us all here together?”

“Hey, you got all her precum earlier, don’t-”

“Sith.”

“…Fine, I’ll be quiet.”

She gave a thankful look to Barghest, but when she looked back to Ritsuka it was clear that she and Tristain were of the same mind. With her charm not working, she decided to switch tactics.

“Master, don’t you want to see my slender belly swell with our children? I was once called the most beautiful fae in all Faerie Britain, but I think ‘Master’s favorite breed-wife’ would be a better fit for me here.” She took a step closer, pulling that pulsating log against her stomach. The massive head was only separated from Melusine’s aching womb by a thin layer of flesh, something she wanted to rectify as soon as possible. “Come, Master, please, satisfy this heat inside me!”

If Sith had drawn a glob from Ritsuka, Melusine summoned a metaphorical river. The clear, sticky substance practically coated the white haired woman’s stomach. Decades of fighting had taught Melusine how to recognize an opening, and this was the moment the dragon knight needed to go for the kill. She turned her head slightly and pulled herself even closer to her Master, the leaking tip brushing against her collarbone. “Please, Master.” She said pleadingly. “Me first!”

Ritsuka’s eyes dilated. Her cock throbbed powerfully, and later Baobhan would swear she saw steam rise from the red head’s breath. In a swift movement the futa had swept up Melusine in her arms and pressed her against the wall, moving the tip against her first pussy of the night.

“Aww, damn it.” Bao pouted, sitting on the bed in a huff. Barghest joined her a moment later, equally disappointed.

“I hope she gives me a turn soon…”

Melusine whined needingly. “Master, please, stop teasing! J- ughhhhh, so big!” She yelled, as the fat cocked Master obeyed. In another single movement she had forced the entirety of her breeding tool inside her Servant’s tight folds, crashing through her cervix without slowing a moment. “Ughhhhhhyessss! Guhaa…”

Ritsuka began to pull herself out, her thick head pulling the tight womb down as far as it could go. “And you call yourself a knight?” She said, slamming back in, accompanied by a moan from the smaller woman. “You’re right, being my pregnant cum dumpster would suit you better!”

“Yes, Master!” Melusine cried, her whole body being fucked into the wall. “More! Please, harder, I can take it! I can’t wait to see the fruit’s of tonight, how- mffffhhh…”

The blabbering of the white haired knight had been silenced by a deep kiss from her Master. As the two tongues battled for dominance (the first fight Melusine was losing in some time) Baobhan Sith sighed. “I’m getting bored…” She looked over to her fellow Tam Lin. “Hey, Bargy. You settle on any kid’s names?”

Barghest didn’t respond. In, out, in, out. Plap, plap, smack, smooch. The show in front of her was utterly captivating. Seeing Lady Lancelot- no, Melusine, debased like this… her turn couldn’t come soon enough. Would Master take her like a maiden, as she was far less forward then her companions? Or would she be treated like the first, utterly dominated and left to begin growing children? She wasn’t sure which she prefered…

“Barghest?” A voice said as a small hand grabbed her beefy bicep. “Oh you’re long gone aren’t you?”

A sudden, inhuman groan saved her from answering. The sound had come from Ritsuka, or rather her testicles, which were beginning to tighten and rise. She broke the kiss, panting. “Gonna cum, be ready…!”

Melusine locked her legs around her Master’s waist, ensuring she couldn’t pull out no matter what. “DO IT!” She screamed. “All of it, inside!”

Ritsuka’s first load of the knight pushed up her urethra. Every one of her swimmers was primed for their task: impregnating the short knight with as many Servant-human kids as possible. The thick substance launched into the twitching knight’s womb in thick ropes, quickly filling it entirely with the redhead’s hot semen. Melusine moaned as the feeling of fullness radiated out from her baby room. This was one of the most potent pleasures she’d ever had, and if her mind was working better she’d almost say it was addicting, being taken like this…

When her orgasm finally slowed, Ritsuka placed the twitching, breathless woman on the ground. Her stomach was bloated slightly, like she had swallowed a baseball, and her spread legs revealed that her pussy was leaking thick, chunky cock sludge in slow globs. “Pregnant… I can’t believe I’m finally…” she whispered, before she fell unconscious with a small thump.

Ritsuka stood and turned sideways, as if to show every inch of her still primed cock. “Well then! Who’s next?”

Barghest fidgeted. This was the moment, she just needed to breathe. Master was always so nice, so loving even when rough, she didn’t need to be so nervous. All she had to was make her move and ask-

“Well Master, get to work!” Sith had bent herself over and pulled her puffy lower lips apart, leaning on the bed and shaking her ass at the fellow redhead. “I already got two names picked out, so I want at least twins!”

“I think I can do a bit better than that…” Ritsuka said, eyeing up the cake Sith was showing off for her.

“Well put it in! I’ve wanted to have baby making sex for months now!” Bao slapped her ass.

Ritsuka lined up her cock, and just like with Melusine, went from tip to base in one mighty thrust.

“YESSSSSSS!!!” She cried out as she was split on her Master’s log.

“Mmm, you’re softer than Melu…” the futa purred. “Could tighten up a bit though!” She spanked her, sendings waves through that jiggly meat.

Barghest sniffed the air. Now that Ritsuka was closer, she picked up on the scent of her Master. The tang of her sweat, Melusine’s juices combining with Baobhan’s, and most strongly, those massive, heaving balls. Those semen spewers were so overpoweringly musky that the tall knight felt herself nearly cumming from the smell alone! As the futa pounded into Sith, Barghest found herself getting closer, and closer, and closer…

“Huh?” Ritsuka asked, slowing as she felt a wet weight against her sack. “Ah ha! Can’t wait your turn, can you? Mm, that’s perfect, keep licking!”

Barghest pressed her face into those massive, groaning orbs. Beneath the flesh she could feel all that cum swirling, gurgling, just waiting to pierce an egg or three. It was a shame it would be Sith’s first, but that didn’t stop the muscular blonde from taking a deep whiff of that masculine scent. It permeated through her pores, clouding her brain in a pink haze and driving her ball worship deeper, further. Those reproductive factories dwarfed her head, giving her so, so much surface for her to worship!

Ritsuka slowed, taking a moment to breathe by grinding her hips against Baobhan’s flush lower lips. Even a breed machine like her needed a break every now and then. “Say, Bao… what were you thinking for kid names?”

“Gh, we gotta make them first Master!” She whined, desperately wanting that ridiculously huge breeding battering ram to continue reshaping her pussy.

Ritsuka squeezed Bao’s meaty cheeks. “Come on, give me at least one!”

“Tch.” Baobhan scoffed. “You’re so sappy. Fine, I was thinking Katherine and Mackenzie. At first I wanted to name them after us, but the tall bird lady talked me out of it during shoes night.” She wiggled her hips, desperately trying to get her Master moving again. “Now come on! Fuck me!”

“Mm, was that so hard?” Ritsuka teased. “I love it! But you better get working on more, cause Barghest is definitely getting me ready for a big one…!”

The praise caused the horny hound to redouble her efforts, though considering the effort she was already putting into making out with those taut sperm bunkers, it didn’t amount to much. Barghest was already half drunk on her Master’s virile scent.

PLAP, PLAP, SMACK!

And once again the pregnancy happy futanari began to move. Figuring she had teased her bratty breed-knight enough, Ritsuka began to rush towards the main event. Harsh, deep, full thrusts, pounding her hips against Sith’s ass like a jackhammer.

“Uaghhhh!!! Damn it, fucking kiss me like you did Melusine, Ritsuka!” Bao yelled. “Show me how much you love me while you get me pregnant! I want to that stupid warm feeling in my chest while you fucking bloat me with you cum!”

Barghest felt the thrusting slow down, but the sounds of their lewd kissing was drowned underneath the intense churning of the ball sack she was treating as an altar of worship. She heard the PUMPING of those massive tests, and she didn’t need to see the white liquid spilling from between Lady Tristan’s legs to know she was being pumped full of Master’s hyper potent baby making seed.

When Risuka finally removed herself from her second woman of the night, Baobhan simply giggled. She attempted to stand up… and promptly fell to the floor, twitching from her massive orgasm’s aftershocks.

“Bao?” The redhead asked, concerned. “Oh, good, she’s just cum drunk. Just a second, Barghest.” She grabbed a pillow from her bed and tucked it under Sith’s head.

As Barghest watched the scene, her rational mind began to return. Perhaps it was the fact she was no longer face to face with the source of mind breaking ball-musk, or perhaps it was seeing her Master still looking out for her allies, even after fucking them so brutally. Either way, the large woman’s chest was tight with emotion. Something the futanari picked up on immediately, when her attention returned to the remaining knight.

“Barghest? You’re shivering, and I know it’s not from the cold.”

The blonde sighed. “I am… I am a bit worried, Master. The side of me that I have resisted for so long craves you.” She paused. “No, all of me, every part, desires you. You, and your children. I am afraid that… that I’ll take it too far. I almost lost myself merely servicing you, what will happen when we go further?”

The redhead stepped closer. She reached up to brush her hand against Barghest’s jaw, almost needing to fully extend her whole arm to reach that high. “Bargy… I believe in you. You’re stronger than that curse you’re stuck with.” Barghest nuzzled the hand affectionately, but said nothing. “Hm… It might be a bit uncomfortable, but how about we try a position where I’m in total control? That way you don’t need to worry?”

“…Are you sure such a position exists?” Barghest asked, skeptically. Servanthood aside, the Knight of Manchester stood tall and broad, muscle enhancing her figure from her thick, toned thighs to the back with more crevices than cracked marble. It was doubtful a mere human, even one as extraordinary as her Master, could hold complete control over her…

“Trust me.” She said earnestly. “I want this, and from the way you were acting earlier, I’m pretty sure you want this too.” Rituska stopped, and Barghest realized she was waiting for confirmation. Just a minute ago she was ruining Baobhan Sith’s pussy for anyone else, but now she was full of loving reassurance. Barghest’s heart beat against her chest, but she nodded. “Alright. Lay back on the bed…”

Soon, the large woman had her legs pressed beside her head. ‘Mating press,’ Master had called it. She was willing to admit, this position did make her feel powerless, like the smaller girl really was in full control. Ritsuka had her massive, leaking head positioned right above Barghest’s drenched snatch. “I’m gonna start slow. I kinda prefer rough, but if you want it light the whole time, I won’t force you.”

“It’s ok Master, just please, put it in…”

As requested, Ritsuka began to press herself inside. On Melusine and Baobhan her hefty futa meat had been oversized, especially with the former. Barghest’s height allowed her to take that giant girth easier. While Melusine had been tight and Sith soft, the final knight was hot. The inside of Barghest’s pussy was sweating, the wet heat serving to make the push downwards easier. Soon, Ritsuka’s tip bumped into something, and the muscular knight moaned.

“You feel that, Bargy? That’s me, pressed right up against your womb.” She ground her tip against the barrier, as if kissing it with her girthy head. “I still have a few inches to work with. If you want, I can push insi-”

“Please!” Barghest whimpered.

Ritsuka smiled, and began to slowly pull her hips back. She savored each noise that came out of the hound’s mouth, every moan, whine, and breathless pant was sweet as honey in her ears. “Alright. Three, two, one-”

SMACK!

Barghest groaned. “Ghnnn…” her womb, her most sacred place, was now her Master’s to fuck as she pleased. Unconsciously the knight wrapped her strong legs around the woman stretching her so wide, keeping her from fully pulling herself free. Ritsuka got the unintentional message, and began her quest to sow her seed inside the last of the Tam Lin.

Each thrust was initially slow. Deliberate. Hard. It was meant to make Barghest feel good over Ritsuka. And it was working, the frequency of her noises quickly increased, and soon she felt the scorching folds around her cock squeeze tighter. Ritsuka began to pick up the pace. Not as fast as she had been with the previous two conquests, but enough to make her Servant’s massive chest jiggle and shake in a hypnotizing dance. She wanted to play with those massive mammaries so badly! But this was about Barghest first, what kind of Master would she be if she left her knight unsatisfied?

The lying woman pushed her head back into the sheets in pleasure. “Mas… Ritsuka,” sh cried, barely holding back a moan as the rod inside her throbbed powerfully at its wielder’s name “this is so much better than I had hoped…! You can be rougher, I can take it! I want it!”

Now her pace resembled her earlier ones. Hard, fast thrusts, each time their hips met was a pleasurable push against the roof of Barghest’s organ. Pride swelled within the futa as she felt the familiar twitching of her partner’s incoming orgasm. She moved faster, trying to push Barghest over that cliff. Then, suddenly a force against the back of her head, then darkness. At first, she was confused- until the force began to trace her hair, and the softness enveloping her head registered. Barghest had shoved her face into her breasts as she came!

Spurred on by the sudden imprisonment inside those giant tits, Ritsuka forced herself to move as fast as possible. She was going to get Barghest so pregnant, making her so happy and breaking her mind with her cock in the process. Her balls felt like they were kicking into production overdrive. She wanted to breed Barghest so much! And with the way she was being hugged, Ritsuka knew she felt the same.

Her cock bloated. Her balls once again pushed themselves upwards. Semen thicker than porridge pushed itself through her urethra, stretching it almost painfully. Ritsuka slammed her hips into Barghest and CAME, cum flooding into her womb like a burst pipe. Every one of the muscular limbs trapping her squeezed harder, causing her bones to ache in protest, but Ritsuka was beyond caring. This was the most intense orgasm she’d ever had, and-

Why was she on her back.

As Ritsuka came, something inside Barghest gave. As much as she loved their coupling, Barghest needed more. She needed that cumming cock to breed her until this heat that was now overwhelming her broke, to feel that hot, thick cum fill her womb completely and then more. And so she flipped their positions, rocking herself back and then pushing her Master onto the bed, now squatting over the cock still shooting its genes inside of her.

“Barghest…?”

The hound panted hotly, keeping their hips flush. She’d seen this position before, that tiny girl with the white hair and massive chains had done it. Amazon position. Perfect for squeezing those industrious balls of all they were worth.

The moment Ritsuka’s orgasm slowed, Barghest began to move with a grunt. More! She needed more! Up and down that 15 inch rod of pleasure, squeezing her for the next round of reproductive goop!

“Barg-ghhhnnn! Barghest?!”

Her perfect mate! Only someone like the cute, squirming redhead could ever hope to make her whole! Faster! More! She needed-

“Barghest!!!”

“Wha…”

Oh. It’d happened. Her worst fear had come true.

“Geez, Bargy.” Ritsuka said, adjusting herself to get more comfortable. “Give a girl some warning! If you wanted to be on top so bad, you didn’t have to flip me like Quetzacotl!”

“Master… I… lost control.” She could hardly look at the woman still inside her.

“No you didn’t. I know how strong you are, I watched you rip one of those gingerbread golems in half, remember?” She placed a small hand on the squatting woman’s knee. “If you really lost control, my pelvis would be in pieces right now. And as hot as that’d be, I think I’d like it better when you’re happy.”

“Happy?” Barghest asked, incredulous. “Master I could have hurt you!”

“But you didn’t! You got caught up in the moment, it happens to all of us.” She gave a bright smile before continuing. “Now can you keep going? I’m starting to get blue balls here…” As if on cue, the redheads sperm sacks gave a small, audible groan.

Barghest was redder than Baobhan Sith’s hair, but began to move again. Now that she was paying attention, it was clear that Ritsuka really was enjoying herself. Her eyes roamed every inch of her body as she moved, sawing that cock in and out. Cum began to slowly trickle out of her pussy, adding to the warm pleasure spreading from between her legs again. Still sensitive from her previous orgasm, it didn’t take long for the knight to reach her peak, something it seemed the futanari close to as well.

“Gonna cum…!”

SLAM!

The second orgasm was different from the first, this one was more intense, almost paralyzing. Barghest’s head fell back, and her tounge stuck out from her mouth. Cum spewed into her already overpacked womb, causing it to bloat larger, desperately trying to hold onto as much seed as it could. It took several minutes for the pair to come down, and when they did Barghest’s abdominals looked stretched over her medicine ball sized cum gut.

“Phew… I think that’s the most I’ve came… ever, really.” Ritsuka said, staring at the ceiling. “I think I want to see more of that passionate side of you, if you’re ok with it.”

Not feral, beastial, or cursed. Passionate. Barghest knew their kids were in good hands. “Master… I, I lo-”

“Again with the sappy stuff!”

The pair looked over to find Melusine and Baobhan, once again awake, cum leaking down their legs. “It’s nice and all, but I want my second turn!”

Melusine nodded. “It’s only fair, Master. Although I would prefer you to maintain control again.”

“Ok, ok!” She worked her way out from under Barghest. Thankfully she kept water in her room for this sort of thing. “Just a moment…”

——

Three weeks later…

“14.”

“Yes, High Queen Morgan.”

“14 children between the three of you.”

“Correct. Myself and Baobhan Sith are pregnant with four each while-”

“Gawain is carrying six. I can count, Lancelot.” Morgan sighed. “I don’t know how you intended to hide this from me once you began to show. I do not need to remind you of my eyes, I assume?”

“No, Mother.”

Morgan sat at the head of the office table and folded her hands. “I could lecture you on how you will be unfit for battle for months, or how motherhood will interfere with your duties, or how your children will give our enemies targets to use against us.” She sighed once more, before unfolding her hands and leaning forward onto the table. “Instead I will criticize you for the only mistake I cannot fully forgive.”

The trio shifted nervously. Barghest was the one to ask the question Morgan had implied. “And what would that be, High Queen Morgan?”

“That you neglected to bring me with you.”

Notes:

This one took a while, and it shows. Normally I give these a light editing run before I post, but I wanted to get this out today. I’ll probably run back and do clean up soon.

Edit, 12/11/23: Editing pass is done.

The request specifically called for Barghest focus, but I still feel like I short sold Melusine. I don’t have her, Barghest and Baobhan Sith are more my type, and she has yet to appear outside of Lostbelt 6, meaning I was at a loss for what to do with her. I hope it’s not too OOC.

As mentioned in the previous chapter, I’m working on another longer fic, and thus I won’t be working on requests for a bit. I do fully intend on coming back, so if I didn’t fill your request don’t count it as dead.

Than you for all the support.

Chapter 10: Shiro Shorts Special (featuring Kuzuki)

Summary:

Four requests, with a new format. Lines indicate breaks between prompts, stars indicate time skips. Tags and pairings are placed above each fill.

Notes:

I realized that trying to write exclusively one story was wearing on me a bit, so I filled a few prompts to get the creative juices flowing. I have a lot of Shiro prompts, so he (and one she) gets the spotlight here.

As mentioned in the updated description, I’m not doing Samurai Remnant prompts yet. However I am doing prompts again, so feel free to suggest any.

Based on a request from Bitzy Bee. Medea/Souichiro Kuzuki. Contains: milking, cowgirl position, and Souichiro Kuzuki having no idea what magic or love is.

It had been two weeks since he’d found the robed woman in the rain. She had introduced herself as Medea. The Witch of Colchis. A mythological figure from thousands of years ago, once again walking the earth due to a ‘Holy Grail War’.

If Kuzuki was being honest with himself, he didn’t understand any of it. Perhaps she was delusional. That would not explain the things he had seen her do, or the sudden marks that appeared when he became her ‘Master.’ It was possible that he was the delusional one.

It didn’t change the way he felt about her. He had gained meaning in teaching. Respect from his peers, people who would call him “friend.” But Medea was different. Medea cooked them dinner. Talked about herself, not caring about his silence on his own bloodied past. She would greet him when he came home. He had bought her a figurine set when she mentioned she liked crafts, and her smile had moved something inside him. The small character now stood proudly on his shelf. A reminder of how much she loved the gift.

Loved him.

She had told him that on the night of their first week together. He didn’t know how to respond. It had been such a short time. Did she really love him, or had she merely fallen for her rescuer? And… did he love her, or just the companionship she offered?

Lacking a real answer, he had remained quiet. Medea had taken it in stride, admitting the confession was sudden. The next week it was as if she had never admitted it.

That didn’t change their established routine, however.

“Souichiro, are you uncomfortable?”

“No.”

“I’m glad. This process can be slightly awkward…”

A witch needed ingredients. If a male’s seminal fluid was required, he would provide it. Several nights a week Medea would milk him of his sperm. They were in the usual position: he sat cross legged with her behind him, reaching around to stroke him to completion into one of the various jars and glasses she seemed to possess.

“It is far from awkward. You’re quite skilled.”

There was a pause before Medea responded. “You’re lucky I know what you really mean by that.”

When Medea was satisfied with her ingredient stock, they would move to the next part of their night. “Mana transfers”. The Caster had explained it in detail once, but all he had taken away was that without regular intercourse, she risked disappearing.

And so Kuzuki lay back on his mat while Medea climbed atop him. She prefered this position. The Greek spread her lower lips and pulled herself down onto him, letting out a small moan as she did. When he saw her like this he was always conflicted. She was beautiful even naked, with her slender belly, modest chest, and long flowing hair. In a way he felt fortunate that this sort of thing was required.

“Souichiro… Souichiro…” she groaned, beginning to move her hips up and down. It was a slow and methodical movement. One he had grown familiar with. “You’re so perfect, Souichiro…”

He felt something stir in his chest. Maybe it was love. Maybe it wasn’t. But he knew his decision to stay with Medea was not wrong. There would be time to sort his feelings later. For now he enjoyed the moment. Her hands on his chest, the small pants and moans, her murmuring.

It was a gift he knew to treasure.

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Based on a request from Arcozius. Nightingale/Shiro. Contains handjobs, paizuri, assjobs, milking, and emotionless sex.

“Shiro Emiya to the infirmary.” Nightingale’s cool voice had come over the intercom. “Shiro Emiya to the infirmary. Thank you.”

The young man didn’t know what to expect from the Berserker Nurse. Horror stories about nearly amputated limbs, thrown hospital beds, and World War I anti-tank weaponry surrounded the stoic woman, but each and every one of her patients had left her infirmary healed- so far. And no one had been called down like this, why was he being singled out? As far as he knew, he wasn’t sick or anything.

When the redhead actually entered the infirmary he was left with even more questions. The stoic Nurse Nightingale was clad in a latex skirt and bikini that wouldn’t look out of place on a stripper. Despite her massive chest being on full display, she sat at her desk filing paperwork until Shiro closed the door behind him.

“Ah good, you’ve arrived.” She stood, exposing her stockings. “Ms. Tohsaka and Ms. Matou have indicated an anomaly in your health, Emiya.”

“They have?” Shiro asked, trying his best to ignore the nurse’s strange outfit. “I haven’t felt sick at all lately.”

“Indeed they have.” She nodded. “Please lie down on the cot so I can begin treatment.”

Despite still being confused, he did as he was told. Nightingale stood over the low cot, and he could see that underneath the skirt was a green latex bottom that matched her bikini top perfectly.

“Please remove your pants.” She asked evenly, reaching beneath the cot.

“I-I’m sorry?”

The nurse procured a cylindrical object from beneath the bed, unmistakable as an onahole. On one end was a glass jar with various amounts of liquid marked on it.

“I cannot begin treatment until you have removed your clothing.” The pink haired woman explained. “My outfit, or lack thereof, has already put you in a state of arousal. I simply need access.”

This was becoming more insane by the second, but Shiro did as he was asked, freeing his length from his pants and underwear. Before he could speak another word, Nightingale got to work, squeezing the modified masturbation tool over his cock and jerking it rapidly. It was fast and rough, clearly less for pleasure and more for getting him to cum as quickly as possible. Up, down, up, down…

“Please do not resist your orgasm, Emiya.” She spoke in the same voice she always used, despite jerking him off in one of the hottest outfits he’d ever seen. “This is for your treatment.”

Nightingale moved even faster, squeezing the walls of the onahole harder, as if trying to jerk the cum from him with movement. It was all too much, too sudden- Shrio threw his head back and came, his senen catching in the jar. After a few moments the scantily clad nurse pulled off the onahole contraption and examined it.

“Roughly 2.75 milliliters. Average. No signs of abnormalities.” She paused, looking over the lying man. Despite cumming mere moments ago, he was still hard as when she was jerking him off. “Patient appears to lack a refractory period. Commencing next step of treatment.”

From nowhere she procured a condom, skillfully and quickly wrapping his penis in the rubber. “What is-” he began, attempting to sit up.

“Treatment.” The nurse replied, grasping her large, heaving chest over his erection. “As with before, do not fight your orgasm. I will be employing a different technique to maximize extraction efficiency.”

With that, she pushed her soft, doughy mounds over the redhead’s cock, burying it between them. Shiro threw his head back once again, still sensitive after cumming the once. Being subjected to the stoic nurse’s breasts had to have been most patients’ wet dream, but this was starting to feel more like a confusing fever dream! And that was before she began to move her breasts, this time jerking him off using her huge, latex bound mammaries! It didn’t take long for him to cum once again, filling the condom Nightingale had attached. Not once did her face betray a single emotion, even as she snapped the rubber off and discarded it.

“Patient appears to be becoming flaccid.” She murmured to herself. “It appears Ms. Tohsaka and Ms. Matou’s boasts of your virility were merely exaggerations.”

“They were bragging about me?” Shiro said, breathless, attempting to sit up.

“Remain lying down.” Nightingale eyed him sternly. “Further observation is required. Next I believe I will use my rear, as you appear to be taken with it.” Oh no, she had caught him looking!

“Yes Nurse Nightingale.” He sighed. “How long until I can go?”

“You will be released when I have deemed treatment a success.” She unclipped her stockings and began to remove her leggings. “It is paramount I diagnose any potential health conditions you may have.” Her skirt followed her boots, leaving her in just the odd bikini. Shiro felt his erection stir once again at the sight, something that did not escape Nightingale’s watchful eyes.

“Prepare for round two of treatment.”

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Based on a request from Yorokobe. Shiro/Shuten Douji. Contains blow jobs, cowgirl position, mating press, and biting.

“My, my… all alone, are we?” Shiro looked up from his desk and to the doorway. There, the small but sensual Shuten Douji stood, clad in nothing but her revealing ‘armor’. The Assassin strode into his room without waiting for an invitation. “I thought my little hero would be out saving the masses, but instead he wastes away here…”

“Assassin, why are you here?” Shiro asked, turning his chair towards her.

“Me?” The oni put a finger to her chin. “Oh I was just thinking about all the men I used to have on Mount Ooe and got a little nostalgic. There was one who was young, strong, and stubborn enough I never did quite break him. He made a delectable morsal. You remind me of him, little hero.”

“Is that the only reason you visited?” The redhead asked, almost turning back to his work.

“Ha ha, not quite…”

**********

Gluck, gluck, gluck

Shuten had taken position under the desk and had greedily gobbled his cock, fucking her own face with long, rough movements. The mage hunched over his desk, unable to think under her practiced cock sucking technique. She licked the head, the shaft, what little part of his balls she could reach, and never slowed down for a moment. Even when his cock swelled in her mouth and precum dribbled onto her tongue like water from a leaky faucet, she didn’t stop. Instead she slammed her face against his pelvis, drinking down every single bit of his semen before pulling away with a satisfied ‘aaahhh’.

“Hmmm, good, but not quite him… you’re a bit more passive than he was.” She mused, licking her lips. “He would grab my horns and hold me down as he sent delicious man semen directly into my gullet. You’re far too passive, but I’ll make do…”

**********

Now Shuten had taken off her coverings, revealing the final bits of skin on her small body that she kept covered. She loomed over Shiro, now lying on his mat, holding herself just above his cockhead, letting him feel how warm and wet she was. “This is my second favorite position. I believe it’s called ‘cowgirl’ now? Mm, cow isn’t the word I’d use…” she dropped her hips, slamming the entirety of Shiro’s length inside her in a single movement, “…but the feeling is the same as when I called it the Oni position.”

She smirked as Shiro groaned, taking forceful grabs at the bedsheet. Her prey had left himself open. Leaning down, she bit into his skin, not enough to draw blood but enough to mark him as her’s. Despite all her teasing, she knew better than to step that far- for now. Instead she ground her hips against him and let out an exaggerated moan.

“Nmmm, so hard inside me… does letting me take you like this get you going? Aha, a hero that enjoys being claimed by a demon, it’s so entertaining.” She chuckled, raising her hips.

But before she could drop down again, Shiro took hold of her horns and pushed her onto her back. While the Servant was recovering he grabbed both of her legs, placing them on his shoulders, switching the cowgirl position into a mating press.

“…And you’ve found my favorite position.” She cooed, pulling him closer. “Punish me like the menace I am, ensure I don’t want to ambush anyone but you every time I find needing a human lover. Claim me, oh great hero~.”

It would be hours before he eventually grew tired of pounding her. When he awoke, Shuten was gone, but the scent of alcohol lingered on a note left on his desk: “I’ll be seeing you again soon, little hero.”

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Based on a request from Clockwokis. Fem!Shiro/Lancer Artoria/Lancer Artoria Alter. Contains futanari (both Artorias), spitroasting, cum inflation, and mentions of reckless endangerment.

It was night at the Emiya household. Shiro had finished serving dinner for her twin Servants. The beautiful Artoria Lancer clad in a white sweater and jeans that left none of her curves unknown gave the redhead a small smile as she placed the meal in front of her. Her twin, Lancer Alter, wore an open black jacket and crop top that exposed her abdominal muscles, coupled with dark denim. She gave a small, curt nod in her Master’s direction upon being served.

When all were seated, they spoke of the day’s events- Shiro had thrown herself in front of an opposing Servant team’s attack in an attempt to protect them, only avoiding being skewered by arrows due to the tripping at the last possible second.

“I won’t let you get hurt.” She declared proudly. “It is my duty as a hero of justice to ensure I protect everyone.”

“Master- no. Shiro, your efforts are not unappreciated, we assure you.” The blonde smiled. “In another life, I would have you trained as a knight. But by placing yourself in danger, you risk our own lives. If you are not providing us mana, we risk disappearing unless another Master can help us.”

The redhead shook her head. “I know. But I can’t bear to see you hurt. I will continue to protect you until-”

“It would be considerably easier to avoid dangerous situations if we did not need to rescue you from yourself.” Alter cut in, spooning rice into her mouth.

“Alter is correct.” The original nodded. “Please, Shiro, understand that the blood we spill is not just for your sake. We answered your call for our own purposes as well.”

The Master picked at her meal, not responding to the Lancers’ plea. The twin Servants shared a brief look, a mutual understanding coming between them.

“Master. We will try to convince you but once more. We ask that you be open to our attempt.” Alter spoke shortly, clearly wanting to return to her meal despite her concerns.

“…If I’m not convinced, will you let me try to protect you still?” She asked, looking at them both with an adorable expression.

The two shared another glance. “We promise.”

**********

“Shiro, you’re making feel so good…”

“Her throat is excellent. Warm, wet, and she knows how to use her tongue. Please, Master, continue. I’m more than satisfied by your efforts.”

The twin Lancer kings had revealed their identical 40 centimeter cocks to their over eager Master in a last ditch effort to convince her to stop running into danger. Alter was currently taking long, fierce thrusts in and out of her Master’s throat, palming the naked redhead’s chest as she did so. The original king had opted to take the hero’s virginity, instead pounding on her cervix with quick, small movements and creating a bulge over her stomach. The well fucked girl was being held aloft by the taller women’s huge endowments alone, limbs danging uselessly as she was pounded into a puddle of pleasure.

“Ugnn, Alter, Guinevere would love Shiro, right?” The blonde asked, moaning. “She always, gah, did want another bedroom partner…”

“I was never wed, if you recall.” Alter responded, caressing her Master’s hair. “But I believe if a suitor such as Master had approached me, that may not have been the case…”

Shiro could hardly move, those throbbing, immense lengths overloading her nervous system with pleasure signals, but she heard her Servant’s praise.

“Mm, she’s taking us so well, such a good hero, relieving us of our pent up semen…” Artoria groped the meaty cheeks she was thrusting into. “We would never get to do this if she was hurt, right Alter?”

“We would never dream of it.” Alter attempted to make eye contact, but the girl’s eyes had unfocused in bliss. “But if Master wanted, we could do this every night she is able. I imagine you would enjoy that, correct, Master?” Shiro gagged around the length currently causing her throat to distend. “I suppose we will find out after we release… I am getting close. How are you, Other King?”

“I’m going to cum soon as well,” she panted, increasing her pace. “Please, Shiro, take it all! We want to do this with you, want to see you happy and unharmed!”

Alter shortened the amount of meat she was moving, keeping the majority of her hulking girlcock inside her Master’s gullet as she matched her twin’s pace. “Let us protect you Master, so we can continue to have nights together like this. You have proven your devotion with your actions, now, reap the rewards!”

With that declaration, both versions of the Lion King came, shooting their thick payloads deep inside their mutual cock sheath. Shiro twitched and leaked over the uncorrupted Lancer’s bitch breaker, feeling it pump hot cum into her womb to the point where the organ felt full. And she kept going, and going, and going… Meanwhile, Alter kept her throat full, instead moving semen into her stomach with each buck and throb of her kingly cock.

When the pair’s orgasms finally slowed, they gently laid their Master onto the floor. Her stomach was bloated, as if in the early months of pregnancy, from the sheer amount the Servants had unloaded inside her. Even if it wasn’t the primary goal of their little session, they were both grateful to have found a bit of relief from their cute Master.

“Tell us, do delusions of protection still swirl in your mind?” Alter asked.

“…More…so full…” Shiro groaned.

“You can have as much as you want, if you tell us you’ll listen from here on.” Artoria spoke.

Shiro paused, breathing heavily. Finally, she spoke. “Fine, just please, keep going…!”

The Servants smiled at each other. Alter grabbed the Master’s legs while the other grabbed her arms. It was going to be a long, passionate night.

Notes:

While writing these, I noticed I was struggling to fit all the tags inside the prompt. Some I cut for time, but others I noticed were just a bit hard to fit inside the given prompt. If you want all of your tags included, I ask you include how you want them implemented in the prompt, or at least an idea of how. For example:

“BB spots Mash preparing to make a move on her Senpai, and the pair fuck to determine who confesses. Tags: Lactation, mind break, cowgirl, mating press, and ball worship.”

Leaves me a bit lost on how to implement them all. However:

“BB spots Mash preparing to make a move on her Senpai. They fuck to determine who confesses, with BB riding Mash cowgirl until she manages to flip the position, locking BB in a mating press and turning her into a lactating mind broken mess who worships her balls on command.”

Gives me a good idea for implementation.

TL;DR: The more specific you are with tags in the prompts the better I can fill them. Sorry I am not hitting every listed tag in some of these, this should help me in the future.

Chapter 11: The Minotaur Claims the Queen (Asterios/Medb)

Summary:

Based on a prompt from ShadyManBooRadley.

This chapter contains: Musk, mindbreak, ball worship, and ahego.

The knock at the door came earlier than Medb expected. Instead of the 10 or so minutes late she had assumed, he arrived on time to the moment. A twinge of annoyance shot through her- she’d only just finished putting on her lipstick!

But telling him that would just ruin the mood. Whatever. She was merciful enough to overlook the slight. “Coming~!” She yelled from her bathroom, quickly double checking what she had managed to accomplish before she was so rudely interrupted. Throwing open the door she found herself looking at a hulking wall of tanned muscle.

“Hello… pretty pink lady…” Asterios said slowly, voice muffled by the bull themed mask he was wearing. “I… came… like you asked…”

“Pretty pink lady? Oh, I love to be flattered!” Medb moving away from the door. “Come in, lay down! I think I can skip the formalities with a stud like you~”

“Thank… you…?” The bull man spoke. Guess that little Goddess he was always carrying around didn’t compliment him too often. Ah well, her loss was Medb’s gain!

“You’re more than welcome, beefcake~” Medb cooed, guiding him onto her bed. The mattress groaned under his weight. “You can take off the bull head though, I’ve got plenty of kinks but that isn’t one.”

“Okay…” he murmured, slowly removing the mask. ‘He has such a cute face under there,’ Medb thought to herself as she moved down to his waistcloth, ‘why did he always have to hide it?’ Not that it mattered, the Celtic woman was more interested in what lay beneath his red cloth.

“Let’s see what you’re packing down here…” She gave her hips a small shake, hoping to kick start the bull man’s libido. Slowly she pulled back the cloth separating her from her prize.

The moment she saw his massive cock, it hit her. The smell. The pungent MUSK emanating from between his legs. It hit her like she had stood in front of her own Noble Phantasm, suddenly filling her nostrils and clouding her mind a virile masculine haze. The Queen of Connacht sniffed the air heavily, as if trying to drink in more of Asterios’ scent though her nostrils.

“Oh… Euryale magic… blocks smell…” He explained, blushing slightly. Part of Medb wanted to give him a kiss and tease him. Another part was furious that bitch of a Goddess had deprived her of such a prized bull for this long. A final much larger part was screaming at her to push her face into and the source of that delicious odor- the Greek’s massive sack.

And who was she to deny herself such a gift?

Immediately Medb pressed her face into his sweaty sperm sacks, taking deep, heaving breaths of his scent. “Mmfgh, so good… I should have called you in months ago, I just want mooooore…” She took another deep sniff, moaning into his balls as more and more of her mind was enveloped in Asterios’ thick ball fog.

After another deep huff, Medb tore her face away with considerable effort. Her partner was erect now, but she didn’t care. The addiction had taken root, all she wanted to do was worship that beautiful, smelly sack until… until… why put a limit on it!? She took herself off Asterios’ chest and positioned herself between his legs, and without a moment’s hesitation dived right back into her buffet of mindbreaking man musk. Medb placed a deep kiss on to his right ball, then his left, alternating between the two and breathing as much of the giant’s cock-smell as she could. Thank goodness she managed to put on her lipstick, she could keep track of every part she’d already kissed and make sure not a single inch of those huge cumtanks went unworshipped!

After merely a few minutes of exposure, Medb may as well have lost consciousness. All that remained of the proud Celtic queen was a giggling, musk broken ball whore, sucking and licking at her would-be conquest’s testicles and loving every single moment.

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Euryale opened the door to Medb’s room slowly- not that it mattered, Asterios’ familiar smell still hit her like a wave. She sighed. “Asterios? Are you there?”

“Yes, Euryale…” Came his soft reply from within. She hurried inside before closing the door behind her. The room was almost hazy with his musk now, causing the small Goddess to sigh once again. Between her pet’s legs was another woman, stomach rising and falling in deep, heavy breaths. Her face was obscured as she had positioned it underneath Asterios’ tests, but it was clear to the purple haired girl that the Queen of Connacht had bitten off more than she could chew.

“Asterios… how many times must I tell you not to break the seal on my magic?” Euryale lectured. “You know mortal women cannot handle your scent!” As if to prove her point she peeled Asterios’ lipstick covered balls off of his accidental victim’s face. Sure enough, the Rider showed the typical signs of overexposure. Her eyes were rolled up into her head, her tongue hung out of her mouth uselessly, and she was still sniffing desperately at the sack no longer lying atop her. A prime example of a mindbroken whore whose brain had melted under her pet’s odor.

“Sorry… Euryale.” He scratched the back of his head. “Pretty pink lady… didn’t accept… no…”

Euryale looked into his big, innocent amber eyes and felt all of her annoyance drain from her. “I’ll tell Da Vinci to prepare a memory wipe spell.” It was the only thing that seemed to fix the sluts who fell under Asterios’ spell. “Would you mind escorting me?”

The Berserker nodded and stood, and the moment his package was once again covered, the room suddenly smelled of perfume and girlcum. Medb must have came from his scent alone at some point. Despite the sudden disappearance of the scent that she so desperately craved, the pink haired woman hardly moved, still sniffing and smiling as if nothing had changed. There was a reason Asteros was her pet and no one else’s.

Notes:

Just a reminder, I also do asks if you’d prefer to pitch me something that way.

Chapter 12: Two Times the Treachery (double Mordred fills)

Summary:

Two Mordred prompts. Lines indicate time skips, stars indicate the space between prompts. I know I’ve been inconsistent with that, I’ll try to stick to this from here on.

Based on a prompt from Bob. Mordred/Caenis. Contains strapons and gender neutral pronouns for Caenis. (Requester tagged this as hetero, I just personally use they/them for Caenis. Hope that isn’t an issue.)

There was never a dull moment in the cafeteria at Chaldea. At a given hour Nero could be bothering Boudica, Miss Crane could be fawning over a new potential idol, Fergus and Caesar could be found striking out, or if you came particularly late you could find Hajime dispensing a tale of one of the seemingly endless misadventures of the Shinsengumi.

Today’s entertainment, however, came in the form of Chaldea’s resident delinquents once again attempting to prove themselves superior over the other.

“You lost, Mordred. Get over it already!” Caenis boasted loudly as they entered. The mocha skinned Lancer had a confident smirk on their face as they strode over to the line for food.

“Cause I don’t have some jerkass God backing me up when I swim!” Mordred spat back, joining her companion in line. The treacherous knight was annoyed she’d lost, sure, but banter like this was common between the pair. “You only challenged me after you lost our deadlift competition.”

The Argonaut laughed. “I already told you, that didn’t count. Using Mana Burst to get a better lift is cheating. All I did was swim faster than your punk ass.” The line jostled forward slowly.

“Oh, so the Saint Lady’s dolphin just happened to lose control and crash into me the moment I started getting a lead on you?” The blonde asked, incredulous. Behind them, a certain Archer blushed furiously and murmured what must have been her 40th apology. “Even I’m not enough of a dumbass to believe that.”

Caenis shrugged. “A lead on me? You sure you weren’t hallucinating from exhaustion out there?”

“I don’t hear you denying the dolphin was sabotaging me!”

“Fuck off, you were so far behind I didn’t even need to sabatoge you.”

“If you’re not going to be taking any food, can you get out of the line?” Emiya asked from behind the counter, barely concealing the exhaustion in his voice.

“Excuse you?” The arguing pair turned on him in unison.

The Archer didn’t so much as blink. “You’re making the others wait.”

Caenis sighed. “As much as I want to slug him, cook’s right. We settle this the usual way.”

Mordred nodded fiercely. “My room. Half an hour.”

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“Heads! Get on the bed and get ready for an all-night ass pounding.”

“Stop with the damn bragging, you’ve got 10 minutes to break me before I get to start plowing you.”

It was a simple competition: They took turns fucking each other with the biggest strapon they owned, switiching every ten minutes. Whoever gave in first was the winner’s sex toy the rest of the night. Caenis had called the coin toss, so they began to put on their equipment- a 13 inch black plastic equine dick, complete with flat, flared head. Meanwhile Mordred reluctantly crawled onto the bed, getting on all fours. Once Caenis’ strap was firmly attached, they started to lube up the blonde’s ass and the plastic beast.

“I always forget just how fat this ass is.” The Greek taunted, grabbing a handful as they pressed the now slick tube against Mordred’s hole. “Prolly why you lost earlier, it was weighing you down.”

“Could always start the timer while you’re busy blabbering, dumbass.” Mordred had a finger just above the start button.

“Pssh.” Caenis blew dismissively. “If you’re desperate for me to start stretching you out, then let’s get started!”

It was definitely a stretch. Mordred felt her anus struggle for a moment, but it wasn’t long before Caenis’ artificial length forced its way inside her. The Lancer gave her no time to adjust, immediately beginning to slam her hips into the knights’ own. The game was on, and Mordred could already feel small shocks of pleasure causing her strong limbs to tremble slightly.

Caenis was brutal: every thrust was deep, rough, meant to stretch her wide and reduce the proud knight of the round table to a mewling mess. Most would fall under their unyielding attack, but not Sir Mordred. She let out embarrassing moans, almost let her limbs fail to hold her aloft, and even thrust back into the warrior’s assault in a moment of weakness, but she did not yield.

“Admit it already, you want my fat strap up your ass!” The thrusting Servant taunted. “Just say it already so I can really let loose.”

Mordred tried to scoff, but it came out as a strangled moan. “Fuck, gha, off! You ain’t the type to half-ass this and I damn well, know it! Don’t pretend li- uwoughhhh, like you’re holding back!”

Caenis chuckled. “Saw right through me, ah? Whatever, you’ll give in any-”

BEEP, BEEP, BEEP, BEEP

The timer signifying the end of Caenis’ turn blared. Mordred turned her head around to see her rival's smug look crack. “You were saying?”

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Mordred’s strapon measured slightly shorter than Caenis’ at 10 inches. The bright red false phallus was human in shape, and around half down the length the girth increased to give it an almost club like appearance. Caenis stood bare in the middle of the room, eyeing the toy now protruding from the Saber’s pelvis.

“You just gonna stand there looking smug, or are we doing this?”

“Who’s the one desperate to get their ass plowed now?”

Caenis grumbled something and turned around, spreading their muscled ass cheeks and presenting their own lubed hole for Mordred’s use. An invitation the homunculus accepted with shocking restraint. Unlike the divine spirit, she pressed in slowly, spreading their ass apart in a steady march forward.

“What, you lose your nerve?”

“Can it. I’ll make you squirm my way.”

At first the darker skinned warrior almost seemed bored, but it didn’t take long for cracks to appear in the act. As Mordred’s strap began to spread them wider and wider, small gasps of pleasure and muffled groans reached the knight’s ears. When their hips finally met it had already been a minute and a half, but Caenis was subtly grinding themselves on her, craving more. And they would get exactly that.

In a quick movement Mordred yanked her hips back, pulling the red plastic out to the head before jamming it back in halfway at the apex of its girth. The suddenness of the move drew a truly lewd moan from Caenis’ lips, who only covered their mouth after the damage was done.

“C-cheap shot.” They spat. Mordred ignored the taunt and slowly pushed in again, watching her opponent closely for a weakness. And sure enough she found one: the horse ears on the warriors head twitched every time she ran over a particular point in their anal lining.

‘Gotcha.’

A second sudden yank caused Caenis to bite their own lip to muffle themselves, only to lose even that when Mordred targeted that tiny weakness with her trademark reckless abandon, grinning wildly as she did so.

“Your legs are starting to shake, o great divine warrior.” Mordred laughed as she continued to slam into their bouncy ass cheeks. “Feeling like givin’ up soon?”

“L-like hell!” Caenis’ voice cracked. The lie was obvious, the Lancer’s back muscles flexed with effort as they tried to restrain themselves, giving the knight stretching their ass even more to ogle at.

“Guess I’ll stop holding back then. And I ain’t faking it either.” True to her word, Mordred started taking longer strokes over Caenis’ weak point, making sure they got the full stretch of their strap with each movement. It was working, their defenses were falling, and the knight was sure they’d came at least once already, if not more than that. “Give it up! You know you want to submit, ya pansy!”

“Shut, fuck, so dee- fuck, SHUT UP!” Caenis groaned, strong legs now quaking in their effort to hold them aloft.

BEEP, BEEP, BEEP, BEEP

The alarm rang out once again.

“Ah, damn shame.” Mordred sighed dramatically stopping her hips. “Guess I’ll just pull out so-”

“Don’t.” Caenis shuddered. “I swear if you stop now I’ll beat you senseless.”

“You giving up then?” Mordred asked smugly.

“The fuck does it sound like?!” Caenis yelled back angrily.

“Say it.” The blonde insisted. “I want to hear it.”

“You win, damn it!” They admitted, attempting to stamp a foot but failing to lift it more than a centimeter from how numb their legs felt. “Now fucking fuck me!”

“Coulda saved us some time and said that from the start.”

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Based on a request for ShadyManBooRadley. Mordred/Zenobia and Molay. Contains a touch of dub-con (turns to con), futanari, and double titjobs.

Mordred leaned against the wall outside Chaldea’s summoning room, eyes shut and listening intently to the sounds of the room behind her. Normally she hated being around the summoning system, everytime someone tried to explain all of that nerd stuff she got a massive headache, but this time was different. Her last summoning had given her incentive to be the first Servant to greet the newbies. Master always complained about Halloween, something about ear splitting music and alternate universes, but if every year involved beating the shit out of demons and forest creatures then Mordred didn’t see the problem. Especially if she was doing it with-

The door to the summoning room hissed open. Dammit, she must have been thinking too hard to notice that Master finished the summoning. First time that’d happened to her.

“Welcome to Chaldea, your- oh, hey Mordred.” The red haired girl noticed the knight and gave her a small smile. “Need something?”

“Not really, nah.” The blonde pushed herself off the wall, armor clinking as moved her weight onto her feet. “Just figured I’d show the new meat around, since we already met during that mess she caused earlier.” Mordred pointed a finger at one of the two people following her Master.

The one she was pointing at was the Foreigner who had created the singularity in the first place, Jacques de Molay. The gray skinned woman smiled sheepishly. “Haaa, I already apologized for that! Can you forgive me, s’il vous plaît?”

Like the Saber even cared. Her focus was on something else entirely. The Templar woman was wearing a robe that did jack shit to hide her massive tits, stretching the insignia of a cross as if to emphasize how sinful her body was. It was a damn shame she was covered up so much, but if Mordred got her way that wouldn’t last much longer. Least the glasses were kinda cute.

“You are fortunate Master is so forgiving, de Molay.” The other Servant spoke up. “Were you a citizen of my kingdom, I would not be so lenient.”

Mordred’s attention shifted to the speaker. Zenobia was staring sternley at the other woman, but the Archer’s criticism was totally undermined the moment anyone looked lower. Sure some of the other Servants wore some revealing clothing, hell Mordred herself wore what was basically a strip of cloth over her chest when she went casual, but this bitch was something else! Her boobs were even bigger than the glasses wearing Foreigner’s, and her’s we’re already dwarfing her head in size! The warrior queen was dragging those huge jugs around in what was little more than a glorified bikini, showing off a deep, mouth watering line of cleavage Mordred had been struggling to tear her eyes away from ever since they met. Not to mention the way those muscles worked underneath her tanned skin, fuck everything about her was sexy!

“We have some pretty troublesome Servants here already, but as long as she doesn’t go overboard like this again we’re glad to have her aboard.” Ritsuka assured the barely dressed queen. “Anyways, are you sure Mordred? You never seemed interested in the onboarding tour before.”

Mordred laughed. “These two caught my attention, so what? Don’t worry Master, I’ll give em a warm Chaldea welcome.”

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“Would showing us the housing quarters last not make more sense?” Zenobia asked, confused. Mordred had taken them directly to the Servant rooms- particularly her own. “I was under the impression our room arrangements were still underway.”

“Yeah, they are.” Mordred strode over to her bed. “We’re skipping the tour. Trust me, it’s boring anyways. This’ll be much better.”

“Oh?” Jacques asked, adjusting her glasses. “And what sort of entertainment do you have planned for us?”

“This.” Mordred said simply, her armor dissolving into a golden shower of light. Now clad in only her small chest covering, the majority of the roundtable knight’s powerful body was on display. Strong arms, powerful legs, abs she was damn proud of- and of course, her giant, 22 inch hulking monster of a cock, throbbing in the open air as it demanded attention from the women it knew would soon be serving it. Powerful viens coated the thick length, providing whatever counted as blood in her manifested body. Beneath the cunt busting length lay two testicles the size of bowling balls, each taut in their sack and seemingly full to the bursting with the crude woman’s sperm.

“I’ve been pent up for days, couldn’t jerk off once with everyone else around. Then you-” she jerked her head at Zenobia, “show up and suddenly my balls kick into overdrive. Goat bitch here joining up sure as hell didn’t help, she somehow jiggles more than you in that robe.”

“Goat bitch?” The demonic woman asked in shock.

“…I see.” Zenobia stated simply. “And for what reason do you think I will help you, rather than slay you where you stand?”

Mordred simply laid back onto her bed, putting her hands behind her head. “I ain’t gonna force you, and I get the feelin’ I don’t need to either. I know you caught me staring at you more than once, but you never complained for a moment.”

“Ok, she’s a whore, but why me?” Jacques intercut. “I was a holy knight once, you can’t seriously believe I’ll just get on my knees for you after you berate me like that!”

Mordred raised an eyebrow. Zenobia just looked at her silently.

“…Ok, I worship the Holy Mother of the Abyss instead now. But that doesn’t make me any more willing to whore myself out!”

“I ain’t asking for your pussies, relax.” Mordred looked past her still aching womb wrecker at the pair. “Just use your tits. That’s not defiling you or whatever, right? One round is all I want.”

Zenobia sighed. “That is not the… oh whatever. Fine. If it means this ends quicker.” She approached the laying knight, beginning to take off her practically pointless top as she did so.

Molay looked at her ally in shock. “H-hey! Aren’t you supposed to be beating her up now or something?”

“You want to fit in around Chaldea after that stunt you pulled, right?” Mordred smirked as the queen crouched next to her second sword. “Tell ya what, I’ll help you with it, if you help me out with the other problem you’ve made.” She patted her own length, causing the thick sausage to swing slightly.

“Dieu ait pitié… Fine. But you better help me smooth all this over when we’re done!” Her robe shimmered, transforming into a high legged dress that showed off her immense milk bags. As she joined the tanned woman already at the edge of Mordred’s bed, she yanked aside the material to bare her nipples.

Mordred smirked at the sight of the pair of them flanking her cock. Molay, despite her bluster, was staring at her huge bitch breaker with a bit of nervousness. Her purple nipples were already erect, standing tall as the busty templar began to wrap her chest around the top part of the blonde’s she-meat. In contrast, Zenobia looked completely disinterested, pressing her larger pair around Mordred’s base with the same enthusiasm Master did her paperwork with. Her nipples were inverted, as if to cap off just how lewd those cow tits really were.

“Well go on! Get me off already!” The women glanced at each other, as if confirming they were really, actually going through with this- and then began to move.

The effect was quick, the efforts almost immediately causing the brute they were serving to groan loudly. Fuckin hell those tits were so soft, so warm and tight againt her neglected shaft. The two moved up and down, neither getting close to each other despite their long movements due to the sheer size of Mordred’s phallus.

“You are excessively huge.” Zenobia commented with an air of aloofness, refusing to even acknowledge Mordred with a look as she worked her breasts against her iron hard shaft. “Why exactly would you need a penis longer than my arm and thicker still?”

“Yeah, what’s with that?” Molay chimed in. “I worship the depraved and even I think this thing is ridiculous.”

“Hey don’t look at me, Father got a cock for a few days and the old witch decided to give me this.” Mordred answered offhandedly.

“She clearly had horrible taste…” Zenobia pressed her chest tighter against Mordred’s tower, being able to FEEL the movement of pseudo-blood being pumped through it with each beat of its owner’s heart. It was hard to stay uninterested when she was constantly reminded of the way her chest pillows were constantly stimulated by each buck and twitch of the cock between them. She could feel herself heating up, and had to restrain herself from speeding up her movements. This was beneath her, why would she show this overconfident bruiser any sort of enjoyment?

“Ugh, she’s leaking now…” Molay groaned, feeling a liquid pool between her breasts.

Mordred laughed. “It’s precum, means you’re doing your job right! Use it to slick up those puppies, you can move faster that way.”

The would-be demon summoner sighed. “Oui, if that’s what you want…” She moved up to the bulbous tip of the shaft, and began to coat herself in the rude Saber’s pre. The slimy liquid seemed to flow out like a leaky faucet, never slowing for even a moment as Jacques rubbed her plump titties against the huge cockhead to get them nice and lubed. Just how much cum was stored in this boisterous bastard’s balls if she was leaking this much from just a bit of paizuri?!

“Oi, queenie, switch with fail-knight.” Mordred instructed. “Get yourself coated too.”

The pair did as they were told. The longer they worked that warm, throbbing beast the harder it was to deny just how hot the whole situation was. How often did they meet someone who could produce this much? Or be so inhumanly hung that it not only stuck out of their huge chests, but also a second pair? With each powerful push of blood through her pulsing veins, Mordred was making a more and more compelling argument to make their worship genuine…

“You done, stripper queen?” A voice shook Zenobia from her daze.

“W-Whatever do you mean?”

“You’ve just been mindlessly pumping my shaft for a few minutes now.” Mordred grinned. “I ain’t complaining but I want a grand finale before I blow my load.”

Molay’s head perked up at the implication. “What do you mean, ‘grand finale’?”

“Ain’t it obvious?” She grabbed one of Zenobia’s chains, forcing her down and eventually equal with her fellow recruit. “I want the best tit pussy you can give. Press em together and finish me off!”

The unlikely pair looked at each other awkwardly as Mordred forced their oversized mammaries together. Jacques blushed as the difference between her huge rack and Zenobia’s shelf of tit meat was made abundantly clear. Still, the two interlocked their fingers, pressed their arms into their over endowed chests, and began to pump up and down. They quickly established a rhythm together, moving up and down in time with each other, as if single minded in the goal of getting the futanari off. Zenobia caught Molay’s eye and nodded, and they sped up, now less servicing the spire between them and more fucking Mordred’s cock with the breasts.

“Hell yes, that’s what I’m talking about! Two pairs of perfect tits on my cock, fuck, you’re both great! More!” Mordred roared, starting to slam her hips into the hole their plump breasts had created. With each impact a mighty SMACK rang out through the room. The knight’s cock was now spewing pre, splashing down onto the other servants in heavy, sticky globs. If she had been throbbing earlier, now she was outright pulsing between the two, bucking wildly even when her hips were still. “Almost there, almost there!”

Mordred’s balls clenched beneath her. Her cock swelled a size larger in preparation for the massive ropes of week old cum that would soon be pushing through it. Molay gasped as she felt cum rush through the tube her full breast was pressed against, while something akin to a smile began to dance on Zenobia’s lips.

“CUMMMMING!”

A heavy, off white cock shot flew through the air, almost floating for a moment- before crashing down on the queen and templar, coating them in semen. And that was just the first of many. As Mordred continued to orgasm, more and more semen pumped through their tightly pressed tits, each time causing them to shiver as they could FEEL the cum racing up her shaft and into the air, where it continued to land on them like a layer of sticky, reproductive snow. After a solid minute of non stop orgasm, the brutish blonde began to slow and eventually stop her non stop ball batter coating.

“Haaah, haaaah… damn you two are good at that. Got a talent for tit jobs, both of you.” Her cock remained completely erect between them, still pulsing heavily as the last dregs fell onto the other participants. “Well, that took the edge off. I got plenty of fap fuel outta that, shower’s over there if you wanna clean up before heading out. Smell might take a bit more to get out though.” Mordred chuckled.

Instead of moving, however, the two Servants froze. Zenobia almost pulled away, but something about the way this inhumanly large cock felt between her huge tits felt right.

“I believe I will stay another round. Molay? Will you join me?”

Molay, for her part, was still processing the fact that she was now covered in more cum than clothing. Screw the Holy Mother of the Abyss- the Depraved was sitting right in front of her, locked between her eager tits!

“H-huh? Oh, uhm, yeah, you’ve still got more in those cum tanks right? We’ll help you get it all out. Then you can help me!”

With that, the two began work again, pumping those huge melons up and down like a pair of trained whores. Mordred laid back into her bed, still smiling. Damn, she should do this newbie intro thing more often.

Notes:

The reason this took so long is because I reread the Halloween event to find Molay’s “voice” so to speak, and realized in the process I had gotten Zenobia wrong. Had to start over from scratch. Probably could have uploaded the first prompt by itself, but I set out to make this a double feature, even if the second one ended up getting considerably larger after rewrites.

In other news, two things: First, I’m thinking about no longer adding new tags. It’s getting kind of bloated up there, and I don’t want to create a huge mess for the average person scrolling. Turns out I just hit the tag limit. Also, there’s a tag limit!

Second, I’m putting a metaphorical bounty on a futa Bazett prompt. Definitely want to do one with her, so if you have any ideas I would love to hear them.

Chapter 13: How To Fix Your Naughty Knight (Male!Ritsuka/Baobhan Sith)

Summary:

Based on a prompt by no name given. Contains bondage, implied public embarrassment, spanking, and an assjob.

Notes:

Was starting my next fill when I noticed I had half finished this months ago. Cleaned it up a bit. Bao is a bit OOC here but that was me trying to make it hot.

Baobhan Sith considered herself many things. Beautiful, playful, intelligent, humble, she was the whole package, and that was before you factored in her Mother being the queen of goddamn Camelot! So why, why the hell was she being tied up in Fujimaru’s boring ass room like this?!

“I told you four times already, it isn't ‘playful’ when you steal Sanzang’s top.” Ritsuka sighed from his bed, a half finished manga in his lap. “Or when you start sneaking pictures of peoples shoes. And it definitely wasn’t playful when you tied up Mash with your bowstring while you two were buddied up!”

“Hey, I saw you pitching a tent when I stole that prude’s bikini.” Sith countered, pulling at the collar around her neck. That shade of black clashed horribly with her outfit! “Don’t say you didn’t enjoy those giant milk bags jiggling in front of you!”

The black haired Master fell back into his pillow. “It’s been hours, Bao. Morgan enchanted that collar and chain herself, stop trying to take it off.”

“Yeah, right, Mother would never!” The Archer growled, jumping forward and once again being yanked back by her neck. “Ow…”

“This isn’t even the punishment she told me to give you in the first place…” He turned over to look at the slumped over Fae. “She recommended I ‘punish her like the brats of today’ and fuck you into submission.”

“Psssssh.” Sith spat. “How ridiculous can you get?! You’re probably packing a shrimp down there that’ll blow before you can even spread my ass.”

“If I was that small you wouldn’t have caught me popping a boner at Sanzang earlier.” He replied coldly.

“Wha- Shut up!” Oh he was pissing her off. It was time for her to up the ante. “You aren’t denying the quick shot part! One pump chump!”

“I can always go back to Morgan’s plan, if you want to test that.” There was an unfamiliar edge in his voice. She was getting to him!

“I already told you, you can stop lying about Mother being involved! When she hears about this you’ll- gwuh?!”

Ritsuka had snapped his fingers. Suddenly, the red haired Tam Lin was spun around while chains attached themselves to her wrists and pulled her hands up to the wall with a loud CLANK. Now she was facing the wall, sticking her ass out like a stripper as she pulled on the magical restraints to no avail.

“Huh, I wasn’t sure that’d work.” The now unseen Master mused from somewhere behind her. “I guess something like this isn’t much for her. But that aside, this is your last chance to apologize.” She felt his presence now directly behind her. “Just say you’re sorry to me and the others, and I’ll let you go.”

Like hell. “Get your dick out, dumbass. I’ll have you cumming water before- HWAHHH?!”

This time Ritsuka had spanked her, a full slap against her bare ass while she was taunting him! That wasn’t fair, she wasn’t finished! Of all the days to go in her second ascension, it had to be the day Master wanted to spank her.

Before Baobhan was over her shock, she heard the sound of a belt being undone and fabric falling to the floor. Soon, a hot, sausage-shaped thing rested between her pale ass cheeks. Was this pervert actually stripping?! Nah, it couldn’t be, there was no way he was that big. That thick thing against her butt must have been some kinda self warming, throbbing dildo. Guys had those, right?

“Wow, I don’t think I ever really appreciated just how much cake you’ve got back here.” Ritsuka took hold of her behind roughly, using her behind to pleasure himself. Ok, there definitely wasn’t denying that he was hung now. But that didn’t matter, he was still totally a feather weight! One taste of her perfect pussy would put her back in control!

“What, you just gonna play with my ass?” She ground her hips against him. “Fuck me already!”

“Getting greedy now, aren’t you?” He lightly patted the cheek he hadn’t spanked earlier.

“No! I just want this over with!” Why would she want some fat cocked dumbass inside her leaking cunt anyways?! And what kinda spell had her so wet?

“Hey, if that’s your excuse.” He pulled his hips away, and for a brief moment Sith almost missed the feeling of his penis between her doughy globes. Almost. She wouldn’t actually-

SLAM

“Uwaghhhh?!”

In a single thrust he’d buried himself to the base! That was definitely cheating! She couldn’t be blamed for cumming a bit when he clearly broke the rules!

“Wow, you are definitely a squirter.” Ritsuka observed. “I feel like I’m standing in a puddle.”

“C-can it…” Ugh, she could barely even speak. His stupidly huge cock was making it hard for her to think. Of course she wasn’t gonna win when he was so well equipped…

“Hm… What if I did…” He reaches beneath her, playing with the space between her legs until once again her body twitched and shuddered, pussy squeezing his rock hard erection. Damned Master was playing with her clit, and she was still too tied up to do anything! “And you called me a quick shot. Well, let’s see how many times you cum before I do once.”

“F-fuck… off…”

The score by the end of the night was 23-4, Ritsuka. Unfortunately, it didn’t quite solve the problem, as now Baobhan knew if she wanted some cock all she had to do was get a little naughty. At least, up until Mash was put in charge of “correction duty” with her collection of strap-ons and vibratiors…

Notes:

I’m not really into bondage, but I think this still came out decent.

Chapter 14: Misplaced Saberface (Part 2, Harem)

Summary:

A continuation of chapter 3’s Misplaced Saberface. Jeanne Alter/Fem!Shiro, Fem!Archer, Sakura, and Rin. Contains futanari, genderbent characters, mind break, ball worship, and breast sucking.

When summoned, the Holy Grail had laid down some pretty basic ground rules. Gotta listen to your Master, need to kill the other Servants, don’t raise too much Hell or you’ll get the Mage’s Association on your ass and then you’re really fucked. Aside from that, go crazy, win and you get a wish.

Jeanne Alter, however, figured that God had already burned her once, why the hell should she listen to his stupid cup? Shiro was already listening to almost her every word after that little course correction she gave the busty do-gooder (seems her cock wasn’t quite enough to break her suicidal hero complex, but she was getting there). Everytime a battle broke out it was blamed on a freak accident or ‘gas leak’. And why should she kill the other Servant’s when their pussies were this fucking perfect?

“Come on, Archer, tell me already!” The Dragon Witch slapped the fat, tanned, wobbly ass currently twerking on her two footer like a trained whore. “You moan and squeeze me the same way my first bitch does. What are you, her mom? An Alter like me? Or does she grow up to be a tanned gyaru hero? Fuck I don’t what’s hotter…”

The fat assed black haired Master, Rin, stopped sucking her Servant’s perfectly pink nipple to answer. “You can try all you want, but she isn’t going to tell you. Believe me, I’ve been trying for the past three days.” With that, she wrapped her lips back around the erect nub.

Two days ago, Jeanne had fought off some weirdo in spandex. Yesterday, she’d claimed her Master as her cum-dump. The good little girl had quickly brought over her friend, a shy, cow-titted girl named Sakura who was watching the scene in awe from the corner, and Rin, who Alter had caught a glimpse of when her and her hyper-thick Archer failed to fuck up Lancer. The same Archer currently fucking herself stupid on her fat length in the middle of Shiro’s living room.

“Stop talking and just- fucking- fuck me!” The Servant in question moaned out in a deep, sultry voice, slamming her hips against Alter’s as if to punctuate her words.

“Nah, I think I like better when you’re fucking yourself on my dick.” The white haired woman’s eyes bounced up and down, following that fat booty as it moved. “Better than Master-bitch at least, she’s still not able to take more than half of me.”

“I-I’m getting better, Mistress Jeanne!” The redhead called from next to Sakura, still leaking cum from the brutal cunt fuck the Avenger had given her as a demonstration on what she would do to the others. “I managed to fit another inch in today!”

Alter scoffed. “And your… whatever is doing over twice that.” The other white haired Servant seemed to like the comment, giving her cock an appreciative squeeze. Or maybe she was just cumming again. She’d been doing that plenty tonight. “I’ll break you in eventually, don’t you worry. But in the meantime, I’ll enjoy this meaty,” she slammed her hips up into the Archer’s downward thrust, “tight,” she wrapped her hands around those door stopping hips, “perfect hole!”

With her declaration made, Jeanne’s cock swelled and began to blast thick ropes of hot, mana dense semen into her stupidly thick partner. For almost a solid minute she poured her ball cream inside the mature slut, and from the way her still painfully hard cock was being squeezed, she was cumming just as much. Finally the Avenger’s orgasm tapered out, although her fat, full nut sack felt just as full as before.

“So good… I missed this… I can’t believe how good it felt being fucked like this…” The tanned woman moaned out, falling over limp and twitching erratically as the aftershocks of her massive, full body orgasm hit her like electric shocks. “Ughhhhh…”

Alter stood up, pulling herself out of the well fucked Servant and leaving a pratical waterfall of thick nut to slowly, sensually leak from her used whore’s pussy. “Now who’s next? You, milkers? Or how about you, chair buster?”

Rin managed to pull herself free of the titty heaven she’d been trapped in when her Servant fell over. “Chair buster? You’ve got to have a better name for me than that.”

“Oh, so you’re volunteering?” Jeanne smirked, cock already leaking pre as its owner drank in the sight of the girl on all fours. Unlike the other three, she was still fully clothed in a red shirt, miniskirt, and thigh highs that accentuated her thick legs. Girl may as well have been wearing nothing but panties from the waist down given how shit a job the skirt was doing, covering that perfectly shaped rear.

“Uhm sorry!” A soft voice intercut. “But can I please be next, Jeanne-sa - I mean, Mistress Jeanne?”

Sakura stood up, removing the arm that she was using to cover her nipples (her boobs were way too big to be contained with a dainty arm like her’s) and letting them hang in their full, perky glory. Alter was proud of her own pair, but next to her slut Master, the whore Archer, and this soft spoken temptress she was practically flat! Least she could look at Rin if she needed an ego boost.

“Oh?” The hung woman tilted her head and turned to face the lavender haired cutie. “What a good little cock slave you are, you already know what to call me! Ha ha ha, fine then, you can go first!” She patted her throbbing length, so stiff that it barely moved.

The meek girl approached the Servant. Her face was absolutely adorable, totally mismatched from her dairy cow body. “W-what do I do now? I’ve never done this before…”

And a virgin to boot. Oh she was going to look so good on her bitch breaker. “You’re already leaking, just slip the head in your pussy and I’ll do the rest.”

“Ok…” Sakura reached down and spread her lower lips with her fingers. “Your penis is so big… are you’re going to fit it inside me?”

Jeanne smirked. “Probably not all of it, but yeah, I’ll have you ruined for any other limp dicked loser in seconds. But you gotta want it.” She pushed her pale pole between her soft thighs. Sure they were nothing compared to the Tohsaka girl’s, but the feeling of the shivering flower’s warm canal on her slut spreader was still great. And it was clearly having an effect.

“Ha… ha… yeah, I want it… I want it…” Sakura gently slid the red, pre-cum spewing tip between her lower lips and into her waiting wet folds. “Mmmgh! I did it… What now?”

“Oh that’s easy.” Suddenly the Avenger grabbed the woman’s legs and pulled, forcing her cock forward until it rammed against the former virgin’s cervix. Immediately a deluge of fem-cum sprayed the foot of fallen Saint pussy ponder still left unattended by the orgasming girl. Sakura’s eyes went white as the biggest orgasm of her life overtook her, permanently rewiring her brain to crave this oversized breeding tool over everything else!

“Damn you’re soft!” The Avenger complimented her, knowing full well she couldn’t hear a single word. “Mm, warm too. You’d make a perfect cock sock! Oi, slut-Master! Invite her over more often, I want this perfect little sleeve to be the last thing I feel at night and the first thing I feel in the morning!”

“Uh, yeah, I could do that.” Emiya managed, shaking herself out of the daze she was in watching her friend get turned into a fellow cock addict.

Suddenly, the smug Avenger felt a warm wetness not on her cock, but her huge nutsack. “Huh?” She looked down, only to find Rin pulling away from a quick kiss on her balls.

“Don’t just sit there Emiya!” She called over to the watching girl. “Help me out! These oversized cum tanks your Servant has are way too much for just me.”

Soon both fat bottomed girls were worshiping her leathery sack. Rin was teasing, with short kisses and small, almost chaste licks on her pale skin, like she was just trying to egg those huge orbs into creating the biggest load of cock cream possible. Shiro, meanwhile, was a truly devoted whore, making out with her sack like it was a lover. For a moment, Alter just enjoyed her warm, twitching cock sleeve while two devoted sluts lathered her balls with their tongues.

Course, as nice as it was grinding her fat head against Sakura’s baby room, that wasn’t getting her any closer to release. “Hope you ball suckers are ready to move, cause I’m not stopping till this hole is stuffed full!”

Alter yanked back her hips and thrusted right back into the warm, inviting folds of the timid girl’s pussy with a loud PLAP! Sakura let out a throaty, unbecoming moan of pure pleasure, one that got the Avenger even more ready to break in her new toy. She drove her face into one of the girl’s tits and wrapped her lips around a nipple, sucking it forcefully. Now she was ready to set a pace, and there was no way a stud like her was taking it slow on a busty body like this.

PLAP, PLAP, PLAP!

“UGH, SHO BIG, SHO FAHST!” Sakura cried out in a slurred voice. “Mhistriss, harder, fhill me!” Her eyes had managed to roll back to their usual position, not that they were focusing on anything in particular. “Uwogh… I-I don’t whant you to evea shtop!”

“I thought she’d put up more of a fight than that.” Rin spoke, pulling herself away from Alter’s sack.

“Nobody lasts more than three thrusts against me,” Jeanne bragged, briefly releasing Sakura’s nipple, “except that goody-two shoes Ruler.” …Right. The ‘pure’ her. Where had they met…? Whatever, who cared. “Fuck her, this bitch is a better lay anyways!” She switched to the other breast and began to suck, drawing yet another moan from the throughly fucked woman.

Pound after pound was pushed against Sakura’s cervix, as if Alter’s overly huge member was trying to force it open. She it wouldn’t grant her access, at least not tonight, but having the mild girl groan and spasm with each forceful push into it was more than enough to satisfy her rampaging lust.

“Here it comes, load number one!” Alter announced to the room. No one responded of course, her two ball polishers two occupied to say anything and the brown skinned bombshell still recovering from her first round. “Get ready!”

As with the Archer, cum pulsed its way up the white haired woman’s huge phallus and pounded into Sakura’s womb like a pipe with a pressure leak, filling the small pocket nearly instantly. Thick strands of loose semen fell out of her sloppy pussy onto the ground below, mixing with the puddle the once innocent girl had already created from her leaking pussy. Sakura herself stopped making noise, body one again limp in Alter’s arms as her brain struggled to process the sheer ecstasy racing through every nerve of her over stretched and permanently addicted pussy.

For a few moments, Jeanne held her there. This? This was her wish for the grail, an infinite amount of nights like this where she could completely dominate every single woman she saw with her huge cock alone. And she wasn’t even close to done yet. “Oi, ball suckers, clean me up!” She pulled out of Sakura, dropping her into the floor in a heap of blissed out mush.

As expected, two mouths came to wipe her still erected cock free of the mixed lewd juices coating it. Her so-called Master and… Archer? The mature looking woman was licking up the mixture like a dehydrated traveler at an Oasis, and yeah that was hot, but she was gonna face fuck the Tohsaka girl! Use her twintails to hold her down while the teasing girl choked on her cock!

“Oh, looking for me?” Came a teasing voice from behind her. Rin stood in the doorway, having just finished putting her shoes on while Alter was distracted with Sakura’s perfect cock sleeve pussy. “Did you really think I’d come here to fuck at a simple invitation from a rival? I came here for information on one of my competitors, and I got plenty. Thanks for being so candid with your True Name, ‘Mistress’ Jeanne Alter.” She giggled, then turned around with an exaggerated swish of her wide, captivating hips. “See you tomorrow, Emiya!”

Before the Dragon Witch could bring herself to pull away from the soft allure of her women’s mouths, she was gone, leaving her with only the image of that heart shaped butt as it left. Hard to have her go but fuck if watching her leave wasn’t great.

“I apologize, Mistress Jeanne.” The Archer spoke as she continued cleaning up the cock that had filled her shortly before. “I’ll take her place, you can use me instead.”

“Like hell, it’s my turn now!” The Avenger’s Master suddenly cut in. “I’ve been waiting since she finished with me!”

“You had her a full day before us, and I am merely offering to take my rude Master’s place-” The other Servant’s argument was interrupted by Shiro suddenly wrapping her hand around Alter’s thighs and forcing her length as deep into her throat as it would go! Lewd sputtering sounds filled the room as she struggled with the immense girth, providing the harem master with a perfect distraction from the one who got away.

“So enthusiastic.” The unnamed Archer sighed. “Guess I can’t blame you that much, I’m just as infatuated with this insatiable cock as you are. Let me tell you how to properly blow our stud here…”

Rin could wait. These three weren’t getting sleep tonight, and that was more than enough for Jeanne- for now.

Notes:

I think I’m improving with larger casts as I practice. Turns out the best way to get better at something is to try it and refine it.

Chapter 15: Two Pseudo-Servants, A Snake Woman, and a Master Walk Into a Tavern (Bazett/Fem!Ritsuka, Astraea, Rider Medusa)

Summary:

Based on a prompt from Don Scripted. Contains hyper sized futa cock, cum inflation, multiple orgasms, mind break, mating press, reverse spit roasting, full nelson, impregnation, and kissing.

Notes:

Normally when I take liberties with a prompt, I take away things that I can’t fit narratively or just don’t feel like writing at the time. This time I added. A lot.

“Now, come at me with everything you’ve got. One strike will decide it all!” The unknown Servant yelled, shifting her weight into an aggressive fighting stance. Magical energy washed over the two Goddesses and their Master in a familiar warm wave.

“Stand back, Master.” Medusa summoned her stakes and chains. “We will handle this.”

Astraea put her hands up in a practiced stance. Her quarry had evaded her grasp once, there wouldn’t be a second time. “One strike, hm? Your confidence will be weighed against my skill.”

The divine pair rushed forward. Medusa slashed at the well dressed woman’s leg, only to meet air as the enemy Servant lifted her leg into a roundhouse kick, nailing the Ruler’s upper torso with a powerful blow and sending her flying into the grass. The Rider slashed at her opponent again, this time finding purchase against her raised pant leg. Unfortunately the blow proved awkward, barely drawing blood, and the woman quickly drove her heel into the pink haired woman’s back, breaking her stance and forcing her face first into the dirt.

Before the short haired woman could follow up the blow, blue and green gemstones suddenly flew into her chest, sending her stumbling back. The blonde Goddess had recovered, and quickly approached the enemy from behind.

“A judgment shall be made!” She yelled, sending more multicolored gems at the already off balance boxer, causing her to stumble forward. “This is the weight of your goodness…” Medusa was back on her feet, running toward her opponent from the front. “And this, the weight of your sin!” The Ruler wrapped her arms around the Servant’s waist, preparing the finishing blow of her Noble Phantasm. “Now brace yourself!” The Rider jumped into the air, aiming a flying kick to the grappled woman’s face. Ritsuka almost felt bad, a full force attack from two Goddesses was bound to hurt. “Custos-”

It happened in an instant. The Servant suddenly locked an arm under Astraea’s and threw her weight sideways. It wasn’t enough to break Astraea’s strong hold, only muddeling the Goddess’ concentration for an instant and delaying her suplex for a brief moment, but that was all she needed. Medusa’s kick sailed just past her head, her heeled boot flying directly into her partner’s shocked face, sending all three of them into a tangle of bodies in front of the town gate.

The modern looking Servant was the only one prepared for the sudden mess, and quickly drove her elbow into the grappler’s middle, causing her grip to loosen enough for her to pull herself free. She quickly mounted her former captor, grabbing her by the collar of her dress and preparing to launch a finishing assault on the downed Ruler while the Rider was still recovering.

“Waiiiiittttt!!!”

All three women looked at the source of the sound: The Master of Chaldea, rushing to her Servant’s aid. “Stand down, we give up!”

Medusa struggled to her feet. “Master-”

“Look, I’m sure this is a misunderstanding.” She cut off her own Servant, instead speaking to the one with her gloved fist still raised. “You can restrain us or whatever you want, you win! But please, stop hurting my friends.”

The brawler immediately complied, letting Astraea down on to the dirt. “I’m glad you’ve seen reason.” She stood up and dusted off her jacket sleeves. Her torn pant leg sewed itself back together, as typical for damaged clothing on Servants. “For the record, you’re both excellent fighters. When I’m not on the job, I’d love a rematch.”

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After Ritsuka had used her Mystic Code to patch up her Servants, the trio were led inside to a nearby tavern by the new Servant, who introduced herself as Bazett Fraga McRemitz, ‘boxer’ class. Upon reaching her room, she explained that she was working part time as a bodyguard to defend the village from “motivation stealing monsters”. Hardly the strangest thing Chaldea had dealt with, though certainly unique.

“…And you claim to be the final Master of the Chaldea Security Organization?” Bazett stood behind the Master, gripping the chair she was seated in. Medusa and Astraea sat on the bed, the former staring at the Seal Enforcer intently through her mystic eye sealing glasses while the latter clenched her fists tightly in restrained rage. “I heard about the Animusphere family building a tiny observatory out in the mountains, but of course, this is a Lord we’re talking about.” She walked in front of Ritsuka and leaned down, putting them face to face. She studied the younger mage for a moment, then stood up straight and began to take off her jacket.

“Alright. I believe what you’ve told me. It would explain why I’ve been summoned as a Servant…” She threw the outer layer to the side. “But if your claims are true you work for a Lord who obscured the size of his organization, who’s to say he didn’t hide the intention either? I’m going to need to verify your story.”

“And how are you going to do that?” The other pseudo-Servant asked pointedly, grabbing the bed sheets as her temper flared.

“Sorry Bazett,” Ritsuka shook her head, “Our connection to Chaldea is on the fritz. We can’t get anyone to back us up. It happens.”

“Quite often.” Medusa added simply.

The Clock Tower Mage took to undoing her tie. “Not a problem, I wasn’t going to ask you to do that anyways.” She cast it aside with her jacket. “I already have what I need to determine your authenticity right here.” She took hold of her high waisted pants and pushed down to the confusion of everyone in the room, until they saw what appeared after.

From seemingly nowhere, a massive, flaccid penis appeared between Bazett’s soft, strong legs. ‘What kind of crazy tucking technique does she use?!’ Ritsuka thought in shock as her fellow redhead kicked away her pants and briefs, allowing the limp organ to swing freely around like a hypnotic pendulum, lightly slapping against her thick thighs.

“Mnm, feels good not to be stuffed inside that thing for once…” She looked around the room and found all three representatives of Chaldea in various states of cock shock. Astraea was in utter disbelief, mouth opening and closing soundlessly as she tried and failed to muster a reaction to the obscene length before her. Ritsuka stared at her length in sheer surprise, eyes like dinner plates at the imposing tool. As for Medusa? Her mouth hung open, drool starting to form at the corners of her lips- a wetness quickly matched by her lower pair.

“I come from an ancient, divine line of mages.” She drew a line up her thigh with a gloved finger, bright, dense magical circuits appearing as she trailed upwards. A few glowing lines trailed up from wide hips to her cleanly shaven base, then towards her bright red tip. “Its given me a few tools for my job as a Seal Enforcer… including this needy thing.” The lines dimmed and faded back into her unblemished white skin.

The first to break free of the spell Bazett had cast on them was Astraea. “You’re going to use that oversized thing to verify our story?” The anger in her voice was betrayed by her suddenly higher pitch and reddened cheeks.

“Yes.” Bazett replied bluntly. “Let’s see if you have anything else to tell me after I’m done!” She grabbed hold of her limp length and began to stroke, beginning to bring her cock to its full erection. The captured trio watched as the already absurd penis in front of them grew.

And grew.

And grew.

When Bazett stopped her two handed pumping, her already baffling length had reached a mighty three and a half feet of bitch breaking, womb wrecking she-meat! The oversized sausage was almost twice the girth of a soda can, and drooped slightly under its own immense weight. A single pronounced vein ran a few inches up the side of the otherwise perfectly smooth surface of her phallus.

For a moment, silence once again took over the three. Medusa’s hand slowly drifted between her legs, and Ritsuka was moments away from doing the same when once again the Ruler broke the silence.

“I accept your challenge, Bazett Fraga McRemitz.” She stood off the bed and looked upwards at the taller woman. “If you think your oversized genitalia is enough to shake a Goddess, then I will show you the folly of your ways!”

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“UHNNNNNN!!! I CAN FEEL IT IN MY WOMBBBBBB!!! I ADMIT IT, MY NOBLE GODDESS PUSSY WAS NO MATCH FOR YOUR FAT FUCKING COOOOOCKKKKK!”

Bazett had the previously arrogant Goddess locked in an inescapable mating press on the bed, hammering her hips into her first partner’s sopping wet pussy like a jackhammer. Ritsuka and her remaining Servant watched in mezmorized silence, two fingers down to the knuckle in each other’s canal as they watched their proud ally have her mind turned into a well fucked mush in real time.

“After that display at the gate, this is all the Goddess of Justice can manage?” The short haired mage punctuated her question by grinding against the fallen pseudo-Servant. Now that she had stopped moving, the bulge her cunt wrecking length was creating on Astraea’s normally taut stomach was in full view. Beneath the stretched skin the outline of her cock was visible, poking up beyond the blonde Servant’s beasts and practically over her chin. “I expected more from someone so skilled.”

“My vessel was a virginnnn…” She managed to groan out, attempting to catch her breath now that she was only merely being split in half rather than brutally fucked into the matress. “I never stood a chanceeeeee… I shall refrain from passing judgment on you, Bazett Fraga McRemitz… So please, break me, you over endowed stud of a woman!”

The hyper hung woman blushed slightly with embarrassment at the lewd declaration. It might have been cute, if her fat balls weren’t currently brewing a huge, Goddess conquering load against the blonde’s bubble butt. “I see. Don’t worry, I will live up to your expectations!”

Once again Bazett’s hips were a blur, her ass jiggling alongside Astraea’s for the watching pair’s enjoyment. Short, harsh thrusts hit the Goddess’ mind just as hard as her distended pussy, every single push back down furthering the cracks of her rational thought. It was impossible to think about anything when a fat dicked brawler was using her innermost chamber as a crown for her throbbing, leaking, ridiculously huge length! And why should she worry about concepts like ‘judgment’ and ‘balance’ when she could have her neglected hole stuffed like this? She felt a few small, almost imperceptible pinches near her womb. Under normal circumstances she’d yell immediately for her partner to stop, her rational mind knew well something was wrong, that if Bazett came inside her now there would be no going back.

But her rational mind was useless right now, a tiny voice in her head drowned out by a voracious need.

And so she locked her legs around Bazett’s waist, ensuring she couldn’t pull out even if she wanted.

“INSHIDE!” Astraea's voice slurred slightly as her tongue began to hang out of her mouth. “I wahnt it all inshide me, fill my whomb whith your hot shemen!”

Bazett didn’t slow for a moment. “Of course! I wouldn’t dream of wasting a drop outside this tight- Goddess- pussy!” Three particularly hard thrusts accompanied those last words, and without a single other warning the hot-blooded woman let loose her thick payload. “Take it all!”

Cement thick, piping hot ball batter pushed its way up the enforcer’s shaft in powerful pumps, traveling the full length of her cumtube over the course of several tense seconds before finally arriving in the waiting womb of a once formidable opponent. In a single, unbroken rope of chunky nut cream the tiny organ was filled to the bursting, but with Bazett blocking the only exit with her battering ram of a penis, Astraea’s womb had no choice but to swell with the potent, mana dense seed filling it with the force of a pressurized hose.

“UWAGHHhhhhh…” she cried out, unable to form a coherent word anymore. Her face had twisted into a perfect, cock drunk ahego as her mind finally gave out from the overload of pleasure signals to her Servant brain. Astraea’s eyes rolled up into her head, her tongue was hanging out of her mouth, and her lips were twisted into a lewd, satisfied smile. All while her baby chamber stretched past various stages of pregnancy, four months, six months, five with twins, eight with twins… finally stopping at a perfectly rounded belly that resembled late term with triplets.

“Phew…” Bazett pulled out, unplugging the blonde’s pussy with a small pop! “That was an exhilarating first round.” She threw her dress shirt to the side and began to unclip her plain black bra. Ritsuka and Medusa watched enraptured as she exposed her large breasts and muscular back so casually. Below, thick, lewd juices still connected her unfailing length to the thoroughly broken Ruler, each strand shining in the low light of sunset.

“Eh he… he heh…” Astraea laughed. “More pleash…” She rubbed her hands over her bloated belly, feeling the warmth permeating through her skin.

“Later.” The now naked boxer chided her. She turned to the remaining pair. “Who’s up next?”

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Medusa stood on the bed with her plush thighs spread, all clothing hastily discarded. Bazett had lain down next to the still quietly blabbering Goddess, her titanic masculinity casting a long shadow in the fading orange light. Despite blowing a load several hundred times larger than most were capable of, she only seemed harder after one round. The Rider moved with breakneck speed to position her leaking cunt over the throbbing head, her warm honey dripping down and mixing with the remaining liquids coating it.

“Ufufu…” the pink haired woman chuckled, “you bend Astraea to your will, only to offer yourself up to me?” She peered over her glasses, her unnaturally pink piercing eyes boring into Bazett’s softer reds.

“Who is offering themselves to who?” She countered, pushing up her hips to nudge her pole against the taunting Rider’s lower lips. “You almost knocked over your Master trying to get on top of me.”

Medusa bit her lip as the fist-sized cock head teased her sensitive slit. “Uhn… One of us has bitten off more than she can chew. But is it me…” she spread her flush lips around the fat head, taking it inside her warm folds, “… or is it you?”

With Astraea, Bazett had struck fast and hard, breaking her down in mere moments under an unrelenting assault of pure pleasure. The warm embrace of Medusa’s pussy was the opposite of that brutish approach, snug and inviting, almost tempting her to give in and give the tempting heat. Perhaps she had made a mistake letting the other Greek take control. As inch after inch of her thick girth sunk into the bespectacled, busty beauty, it was harder and harder to think about anything other than her pleasurable wetness…

Until her tip prodded a barrier, and Medusa’s previously seductive murmurs were replaced with a quick high pitched moan.

“Nhh… you’re so tight…”

“Haaaaa… You’re certainly better, ghn, than the heroes of my time.”

The longer haired woman began to rise faster than she had sunk on the splitting rod. Even though she was attempting to take advantage of the futanari’s self inflicted handicap, Medusa couldn’t deny how much she craved all forty-two thick, bitch breaking inches inside of her. It was like the voice in her head that spoke whenever she was close to becoming Gorgon, but this voice was her own, not a curse from a slighted Goddess.

When she finally came to a stop at the top of the spire she felt a tension between them coupled with an emptiness inside her. Who would win this little duel all came down to who submitted first when the Rider dropped her hips back down. But that didn’t mean she couldn’t resist long enough for one more tease.

“Master… would you care to help your Servant?”

Ritsuka jumped. She’d been so taken with the silent competition in front of she almost forgot she was technically a participant. And who could blame her? Two tall, beautiful women were fucking right in front of her, while another was leaking cum from her gaped pussy while bloated like a beach ball!

“O-of course!” She scrambled to her feet. “What do you need?”

“Our captor’s face looks like a much better seat than that old chair.” She circled her hips, teasing the brawler beneath her. Bazett attempted to glare at her, but it was undercut by her grit teeth and flushed expression. “Why don’t you take off your tights and get some attention?”

The Master was in such a rush to strip she almost tore her tights. Spares were rare already, and practically non existent out in a singularity. The entire time Medusa continued to tease, cupping her own impressive bust and letting it drop as a show for the lying woman. As much as her instincts screamed to reach up and pull the temptress down, Bazett was a fair player. She would beat this provocative snake at her own game.

“Go ahead, Fujimaru.” She spoke, staring directly at the Rider. “I’ll show you I’m more than capable of pleasing two women at once.”

Ritsuka felt more like a pawn in the match between the two, but she no longer cared. Her fingers stopped being enough minutes ago. The Master approached Bazett with a slight hesitation. “You’re sure?”

Bazett nodded firmly.

Instantly all of Ritsuka’s hesitation and awkwardness was lost. Her hip cocked to the side as she placed a hand on it, and her expression was suddenly much more confident. “Finally! Do you know how hot you two are?! Took you long enough to tag your Master in, Medusa!” She hopped on to the bed, placing the slightly bewildered Clock Tower mage between her thighs. “Come on! I’ve been waiting for the past 20 minutes for some action!”

She wasn’t lying. Ritsuka’s muff was wet and ready, and Bazett wasn’t going to leave her waiting. While she began to lap at soaked folds in front of her, occasionally slipping her tongue inside to tease the girl closer to orgasm, Medusa finally stopped her teasing. Though her vision was blocked and her hearing was muffled from the legs around her head, Bazett knew the Rider was lining up for a clean punch through her cervix.

For her part, all of the teasing she was only making the itch in Medusa’s womb grow. It was time to finally scratch it, to rid herself of the ache in her baby chamber and claim this bull headed boxer for herself. She dropped her hips with as little warning as possible, hoping to catch Bazett by surprise as she was preoccupied.

She should have known that nothing would prepare her for what came next.

The moment fist-sized tip met the barrier of her inner chamber, Medusa’s world went white. Femcum sprayed over Bazett’s waist again as the Rider lost control of her own limbs and fell limp. The only thing holding her upright was the cock in her spasming snatch, now creating a massive imprint on her normally flat stomach.

“That’s a really good look on you.” Ritsuka managed through lustful pants of hot breath. Medusa’s glasses were knocked askew by the impact of their hips, her eyes were completely unfocused, and her mouth hung open lewdly. Well, if she was going to leave herself open…

What finally brought the pink haired woman back to reality was a tongue invading her mouth and swabbing her tonsils. Yellow, passionate eyes stared into her own. Her Master had grabbed her head and was now kissing her like a dedicated lover, making her unable to properly process the hot, viscous fluid currently spilling into her stretched stomach.

Below, Bazett was in full focus. If Medusa’s pussy had been warm and comforting, her baby maker was sweltering and practically begging for her cum. The only thing keeping her from blowing the churning chowder in her swollen sack was her single minded devotion to Ritsuka’s dripping slit. The tang of her juices, the switching between lavishing her clit and her lower lips, and the tight grip she held on the other redhead’s thighs were just enough to keep from blowing, even if she was spewing precum like a river.

Both women were on the edge of a mind bending orgasm. Medusa was still hyper-sensitive from earlier, and Bazett was actively flexing her stomach to stop her thick payload from rushing up her multi-foot cum tube. Neither could risk moving without risking their position. So who would break the stalemate?

After a few more moments of swapping spit, Ritsuka provided the answer. “You’re really close aren’t you?” She asked rhetorically, knowing her Servant would only be capable of a short gasp instead of a response. “As good as she’s doing down there, I kinda want my turn. Sorry, Medusa!”

The Master took hold of the indentation on the Rider’s stomach and began to move, using her well stretched pussy like an onahole for the already on edge futanari.

Neither lasted long. Medusa’s mouth formed a perfect O as once again her vision blurred, and Bazett’s focus finally gave out as her balls clenched overcame her resistance. Seal Enforcer sperm raced into the waiting womb the majority of her cock was spreading wide, coating the walls white and filling her lover up. In the back of her mind she could feel the slow encroachment of the Rider’s swelling belly on her own. Her cum belly was quickly eating up real estate on the brawler’s body.

“I can only imagine what Sentho and Euryale would think seeing you like this…” Ritsuka teased. Medusa didn’t respond. This time she wasn’t going to recover from a simple kiss, she was going to need time to adjust to the fact she’d be craving this dick from now on.

Bazett didn’t really know when she stopped cumming. Her satisfied stupor was broken when someone lit up a lantern in the dark room. The sun had fully set while she was between the Master’s legs. Atop her waist was the silhouette of a woman in late term pregnancy leaning backwards- Medusa was still impaled on her unparalleled tool, twitching silently. They’d both lost the battle, but Bazett had won the war.

Over her shoulder Ritsuka appeared, grinning lewdly. “Pull out and get up, she-stud. I want you to fuck me until I can’t walk right.”

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“YES! FUCK, STRETCH ME LIKE A CHEAP CONDOM ON YOUR STUPIDLY HUGE COCK! Break me, make it so no one else but you can satisfy me!”

With both of her Servants in a catatonic lust on the bed, Bazett had placed Ritsuka in a full nelson and jammed herself up right to the base in a single thrust. Biologically, it was impossible. Ritsuka could feel her internal organs making space for the over a meter of girl cock inside her. Her cervix wasn’t supposed to open just because her partner had a cock only made possible by centuries of magecraft and divine lineage. Her womb wasn’t supposed to stretch like it was made of rubber around a girthy invader.

And all of those facts only made it hotter.

“You’re- hah! Greedy, aren’t you?! Hugh!” Bazett managed as she kept a fast, steady pace inside her final claim of the night, each meeting of their hips accompanied by a loud PLAP“The other two- uhn! Thought they could best me, but- hahn! You’re enjoying this!”

PLAP, PLAP, PLAP

“Of course I am!” She yelled, cumming for what had to be the third time that minute. “I’ve been getting clam jammed by the staff for- oh right there, right thereeeeee!!!!- for months! You're the first dick I’ve had in forever!”

PLAP, PLAP, PLAP, PLAP

Bazett huffed into Ritsuka’s ear. “It’s not often I meet someone who can keep up with me.” Her thrusted slowed in pace for a moment, deliberately targeting the spot the girl in her arms had called out. She was rewarded with the tight walls around her shaft coiling tight as the Master came again. “Maybe I’ll come to Chaldea after all.”

PLAP. PLAP. PLAP.

“PLEASE DO!” Ritsuka cried out. “I don’t think I could ever go without something this size wrecking my insides agaiiiiiin!”

The standing woman chuckled. “Then that settles it. I’ll be sure to come and fill your needy holes once again!” She picked up her pace again, now rushing after her orgasm as fast as possible. Why savor a pussy she’d be sure to have again and again?

SMACK, SMACK, SMACK, SMACK, SMACK, SMACK!

“Here it comes!”

“FINALLY!”

For the third time that night, a heavy dosage of Bazett’s seemingly unending testicle tartar caused her urethra to stretch wide. She could feel Ritsuka’s growing cum gut weighing her down and forcing their center of gravity forward.

“Soooooo muucccccchhhh… all for meeeeee…!” She cried, wrapping her hands around the swelling orb that was her womb as it continued to stretch further out. “He he, hehehe, ohhhhh Mash’ll be so jealous…!” Ritsuka’s face twisted into a lewd smile, though unlike her Servant’s utterly defeated O-faces, her’s was one of total satisfaction. When the bucking organ inside her finally stopped bloating her with its reproductive stew, she was still well within her right mind- her endlessly lustful, perverted mind.

Bazett’s length finally began to go flaccid, falling out of her last partner with a flop against her legs. She gently put the now much heavier Master down and looked at her accomplishment. Three women, gaped pussies all leaking heavy amounts of her thick nut, all in a state of bliss from her efforts. A job well done, if she said so herself. But damn if she wasn’t thirsty after all that.

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The bartender was cleaning a glass when Bazett approached the bar. He gave her a friendly smile as she sat on one of the stools. She was still sweaty after all of that exertion, but he’d seen her like this before.

“Hey, boss. What can I get you?”

“Just some water. Thank you.”

He pulled out a metallic pitcher from beneath the bar and began to fill it. “So, those newcomers you brought back… were they trustworthy? You must have put them through the wringer if you’re still that sweaty.” He laughed.

Oh. She’d forgotten that part. “Uh- yes. I’ll admit they’re a bit strange, but they’re not here to cause us any more problems.”

“Well, that’s good to hear! Maybe they can help you guard the town. Those monsters weren’t around today, but who knows when they’ll show up next.” He passed her the filled glass, which she took gratefully. Even as a Servant she still felt fatigue… it must be because she was still part human.

“Oh, I almost forgot. Someone else-”

“Bartender!” An unnaturally sweet voice came from a thrown open door. “Has Bazett come out ye-”

The white haired girl in red made eye contact with her. She knew this girl well, they’d met plenty of times in the course of her duties.

“Hello, Caren.”

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Two weeks later…

“I’m deeply sorry! I wasn’t aware I could even do that as a Servant!”

“Relax, Bazett. I wouldn’t be a Universal Genius if I didn’t make plans around how horny Ritsuka is.”

Bazett was in the command room, talking to Chaldea’s resident scientist, Leonardo DaVinci. The tiny Rider wasn’t what she was expecting of the famous inventor, but that was pushed aside quickly in favor of more pressing matters.

“That doesn’t excuse my mistakes.” Bazett insisted. “I’ve taken three of Chaldea’s personal away from the frontline, I-”

“This was inevitable, really. Admittedly we weren’t expecting two Servant’s to get pregnant alongside her, but I’ve had Mystic Codes for ensuring safe and healthy pregnancies ready since before I was activated. The big me really thought of everything!”

“Then… why tell me about this so quickly after I was summoned?” Bazett asked, tilting her head slightly.

“Well since Manannan mac Lir is possessing you, I’m guessing it was his Authority that let you knock up Ritsuka and Medusa.” The small girl frowned. “But Astraea should have been totally fine. She isn’t cursed, and her Authority should outrank yours easily since she’s been around so much longer. You didn’t get Caren pregnant despite ‘using her like a cheap toy every night’ according to the report. So why her?”

Before Bazett could tell the stumped genius that she was equally clueless, a somewhat familiar black haired girl in a rather revealing outfit floated into the room.

“I uh… I can tell you why.” She admitted sheepishly.

DaVinci sighed. “What did you do, Ishtar?”

“Welllllll…” she looked away, embarrassed. “I may have upped her fertility a tiiinnnnnyyyy bit a year or two ago after she insulted me and forgot about it until now.”

Both women stared at her blankly.

“Is this… normal, here?”

“Welcome to Chaldea, Bazett. You’ll fit in perfectly.”

Notes:

The event proceeded as normal except instead of Caren doing her paper bag routine, she was busy being Bazett’s cocksock.

I indulged myself with this one. I really like Bazett, if you haven’t noticed.

Chapter 16: Shorts #3

Summary:

Tags per prompt, lines for time skips, stars for spaces between prompts.

Notes:

Been writing a lot of mindbreak recently, so this was a good break.

Based on a prompt by InvitedGuest? Fem!Ritsuka/Anne Bonny/Mary Read. Contains yuri, femdom, fingering, ear licking, and strap-ons.

A close victory at sea. A tavern held together by divine intervention. A glass, two, another, and more. Drake and Blackbeard telling her to slow down. Then nothing but a splitting headache and the gentle rock of the waves against a boat.

Ritsuka stumbled out of the cot she’d been lying in. The pain between her ears was gone, at least. Who’s boat was this? What happened last night? The Servants would know. She walked towards the cabin door, pushing it open-

“Uhn, Mary… you’re sooo good with your fingers…”

“It’s because I know every part of you by now. So many years and I still never get tired of- oh? Morning, Master.”

Anne Bonny and Mary Read were naked and lying in a cot, the larger woman holding the smaller one to her chest in a tender embrace while she was fingered by her love’s skillful digits. Neither looked bothered to have been walked in on, Anne even flashed her a big, happy smile.

“You really ought to know how much of a lightweight you are by now, Master.” Anne chided her lightly. “We decided to spend the night in after bringing you back.”

Mary raised her head out of Anne’s prestigious breasts. “Mash’s poison resistance must work the booze out of your system quick, it’s only been a few hours.” Anne groaned as the white haired woman got back to work, running her fingers against the sensitive spots she knew by heart. “You’re welcome to join us, by the way. Always room for you in our bedroom. Er, cabin.”

“Mary, she’s made it very clear she’s not interested.” The taller lover once again took a chiding tone. “What kind of lovers would we be if we forced ourselves on her?”

“…Fuck it.” Maybe there was still alcohol running through her system, maybe she was just horny, but tonight, Ritsuka wanted in. “Yeah, I want in. But just for tonight, ok?”

“You-” Mary asked, jaw going slack.

“-want-” Anne continued, equally shocked.

“-in?!” They said together, expressing changing to joyful (and lustful) grins.

Ritsuka sighed. “Just don’t make me regret it.”

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“Good girl, Master. You’re taking my strap so well…” Anne sighed, gently rocking her hips back and forth.

“You’re our good girl tonight.” Mary whispered in her ear. Ritsuka could feel the hot wetness of her breath. It was… stimulating in a way she couldn’t describe. “We’re so happy you finally joined us…”

Ritsuka was on her back, stockings and panties discarded so Anne could gently penetrate her. Anne rested to her right, cuddling against her and whispering sweet nothings in her ear, occasionally giving it small, teasing licks. This wasn’t at all what she expected from the normally bombastic pirate duo, but… she’d be wrong to say she didn’t like.

“Oh? Was that a moan~?” The taller pirate asked, playfully after a particularly large wave caused her to push a little harder than before.

“It was, wasn’t it?” Her partner asked. “You can be honest with us. There’s no secrets here.”

The Master gulped. “Y-yeah…”

Mary laughed and placed a peck on her cheek. “I’m sure Anne would be happy to be a little rougher if you asked nicely.”

“Mhm.” The pirate nodded. “Whatever you want, Master. We’re just happy you’re with us, even if just for tonight.”

… Just for tonight.

“You can go a bit faster.”

Just one night. One night, just to try it. Never again.

Mary gave her another sensual lick as Anne began to move her wide hips a bit faster, just a tiny amount harder. Ritsuka wondered if only one night was really what she wanted.

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Based on a prompt by Bob. Medb/Proto!Cu and Cu. Contains a double handjob.

Cu started at… well, himself. Still was a bit shaky on how he was summoned at the same point of his life in the same class, but somehow as two very different looking people. Thinking about it gave them both headaches. Still, it was kinda hard not to look at the guy you signed up to be in a threesome with.

“…So, how’d she get you?” One asked, leaning against the wall.

“Enough pestering that I was half thinking of impaling myself on Gae Bolg here.” The other replied, putting their weight on the weapon.

The first Cu cringed. “I’ve done that. Bad way to go out.”

“You wh-”

“My darling Cu Chuliann’s!” Medb announced loudly as she walked out of her room. “I’m glad you finally saw reason!” The pair exchanged a knowing glance that Medb either didn’t notice or pretended not to. “Now, get those clothes off. I’ve been waiting hundreds of years for this!” She gestured for the two to follow her in. Medb’s room was blindingly pink, offset only by white lace that seemed to just make the pink worse.

The two gave each other another look that said “Just do what she says and we’ll be outta here faster.” Resigning themselves to their fate, they stepped inside.

——————

The Queen of Connacht was in Heaven. On her left was Cu Chuliann, the proud, fearless warrior she’d been lusting after for years! And on her right, a second, equally sexy version of him! Karma was certainly on her side! She pumped both of their girthy cocks with practiced gusto. They weren’t ever going to get a hand job this good from some average whore, they’d have to come back to her if they wanted more of Queen Mab’s special service!

“Oh?” The pink haired woman asked with exaggerated cuteness. “I can feel you both throbbing hard! Are you two close to cumming?”

Cu grit his teeth slightly. Cu did the same. “Yeah, you’re not half bad at this queenie.”

“Best hand job I’ve ever gotten.” Cu agreed.

Medb grinned haughtily, dropping the cute act as quickly as she had picked it up. “And don’t you forget it! You’re welcome back here anytime, my darlings! I can’t wait to hear your voices shout ‘You Rock Medb’ with the rest of my Braves…”

The two wanted to complain that no, they signed up for a threesome not her fan club, but fuck she was good with those soft, dantiy hands. They were on the verge of blowing their load just from her foreplay.

“Any moment now…” The Queen sighed dreamily. “A Cu bukkake… covered in his scent so everyone knows I’m his…!” She picked up her pace, jerking the throbbing lengths in her hands harder and faster. “Cum for me, cum for your Queen!”

Cum they did, blowing slimy ropes of semen all over her pretty face like an abstract art piece. Medb could have died now and never manifested again, the Grail had nothing for her now. Seeing her Cu’s pleasured face at her hand, bathing in his essence, this was it! The moment she’d waited so long for!

When the two stopped, Medb didn’t waste a second. She threw herself onto her bed, patting the soft fabric next to her excitedly. Her clothes disappeared into light, and she spread her lower lips and ass with absolutely no ceremony. Medb was here to get fucked, and a Queen got what she desired. “Hope you like the entrée, cause now it’s time for the main course!”

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Based on a prompt by Bob. Barghest/Gawain. Contains several sex positions and rapid switching between maledom and femdom.

Two Knights of the Round stood facing each other, swords drawn. One, a proud man of Proper Human History, who had served his liege to the last. The other, a kind but firm woman of Faerie Britain, who had betrayed her queen for a just cause.

“Thank you for allowing me this duel, Sir Gawain.” Barghest spoke, deep voice calm and steady. She began to circle the arena, an action her opponent matched. “Since childhood I have read stories of your exploits. It is an honor to clash blades with you.”

“The honor is mine, Lady Barghest.” He replied, adjusting his grip on his sword. “I must say that I am curious to see how the one who bore my name fights.”

The Tam Lin looked away for a quick moment, an action that a less honorable opponent would use to strike. When her gaze returned, her opponent remained distant. “I… apologize for that. The name was gifted to me by High Queen Morgan. I sullied it with betrayal.”

“Nonsense. Your actions were more than worthy of my name.” Gawain replied, stopping the circling and readying his blade. “However, the question remains: is your swordplay up to mine?”

The hound of Manchester grinned, also entering a combat stance. “I assure you, it is.”

“HAVE AT YOU!”

——————

How exactly their fight had degraded would be a mystery lost to time. Even the knights had already forgotten. But no longer were blades clashing as one attempted to best the other, no, rather hips met hips as they attempted to force the other into pleasurable submission. Nary a strip of armor or cloth on their bodies, this was now a duel of endurance and sexual prowess.

“Your strength serves only to make you more attractive, Lady Barghest!” Gawain complimented as he held the woman in a full nelson, slamming into her from below with deep, sharp thrusts.

“Flattery, ha, will not, ugh, win you this duel, Sir Gawain!” Was her retort. It was hard to think straight when she was being split so thoroughly!

“We shall see! We shall see, indeed.”

——————

“A noble knight of the round table, pinned beneath me. I never believed I’d see the day.” Barghest slammed her hips down into the sun knight’s. She had somehow managed to force them into cowgirl, where she used her strong core to pound Gawain into the floor.

“Your taunting means nothing.” He managed through grit teeth, fighting the urge to spill his seed inside her. So warm, so tight, how was a man to resist?

“We shall see!” Barghest echoed. “We shall see indeed.”

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Piledriver. Amazon. Mating press. Reverse mating press. The two continued for hours, flesh meeting flesh as neither bearing the title “Gawain” yielded to the other. From outside the simulator, Mash observed their every move, rubbing herself stupid to the sight of the muscular knights continuing mating. There would be no declared winner between them, but the voyeuristic girl found herself claiming a true victory all the same.

Notes:

I recently wrote a lactation fic inspired by the Mash prompt I wrote in chapter 7. If you’re into milking and hucow-like content, check it out.

Chapter 17: Cooking and Cocking with Boudica (Boudica/Nero)

Summary:

This was originally a follow up to my last Boudica/Nero fill but I ended up dropping enough established character traits to make this its own thing. Contains futa on futa, cum as a food additive, cum inflation, an extremely backed up Boudica, and attempts at sound effects.

Notes:

This chapter was inspired by EastboundAurora’s Boudica set. It’s split into a few parts on their pixiv. Fair warning, they do horse content as well, but keep their futas and equine content separated per post.

For the first time in months, Chaldea’s kitchen was quiet. Right after Martha’s massive Christmas feast came New Years, and oh too soon after that came Valentine’s Day. Plenty of Chaldea’s various Servants waited until the last second to create their personal treats for those close to them, but the responsible ones got started early. And of course, they asked Chaldea’s resident cooks for help. Boudica didn’t mind passing along her knowledge of cooking to the new recruits or helping those that forgot over the course of the year, quite the opposite. But as much as she loved it, it meant long, exhausting days. So much so that when she did have time away from the cafeteria, she used it almost exclusively to sleep, neglecting all other needs.

Like her massive, backed up, gurgling ball sack. Each swollen orb felt like a massive weight hanging beneath her shaft, growling and churning as if angry at her for not relieving their increasingly thick payload. She hadn’t cum since December, and her body was letting her know it. Apparently Nero had finally gotten the hint to stay away when she was busy, because the one time she actually needed an excuse to blow her load, the short stack Emperor disappeared. Whatever. Once she was done baking these brownies she could go back to her room and clog her shower drain with her backed up load. She didn’t her that whore’s huge tits, her fat, jiggling ass, or her cute face to-

Gwrrrrrrrlllllllllll…

“Ugh… just a bit longer, ok?” Boudica murmured to herself. Emiya and Cat had gone back to their rooms already and closed the kitchen up, leaving her alone with her baking. No one would be coming in here until morning… maybe she could let herself breathe, help with the ache…

As the Queen of Victory removed her ultra compressing bottoms, her neglected organ sprung free in its half erect, pre-cum leaking glory. Just under two feet of girthy she-meat hung out in front of her, slowly dribbling the contents of her overstuffed balls under the floor. Normally her cum tanks were merely the size of oranges, but the months of constant neglect had left her with testicles bigger than bowling balls each! Each one sloshed loudly as they dropped into her freed sack, and Boudica almost came right there in the kitchen feeling the sheer weight moving around down there. Adding to her troubles was her own scent. The Rider had kept herself clean, but with the constant coming and going had almost no time for her nethers. Joining the noisy sloshing was the potent, fermented musk of her own hanging testis, filing the entire kitchen in less than a minute with her scent.

Maybe removing her bottoms was a bad idea. Sure it felt good not to be stuffed into that white bikini armor, but now she was closer to orgasm than ever! Nevermind, all she had to do was pour the brownie batter into the pan, last 20 minutes or so, then set them out at the command room for the night guard Servants. She could do that. What was another half hour after nearly three months of-

“Boudicaaaaaaa!” Once again, a loud, shrill voice cut through the air. Nero stood in the doorway, hands on her childbearing hips as smiling happily. “Umu! Nameless informed me that you are creating confections for the night patrol! In my infinite kindness, I have decided to help-” She stopped, as if just now processing the bottomless, leaking futa staring at her. “I am not wise to the ways of cooking, is this typical?”

“No!” Boudica shouted, just barely restraining ‘you idiot!’ “I’m just… cooking some special brownies?”

Nero tilted her head. “And whatever is it that makes them special?”

“I was… going to add some of my own batter?” What was she saying?!

“…Magical energy infused brownies!” Nero’s face lit up. “As expected of someone who’s culinary expertise rivals my vocal talent!” The Emperor's clothes shimmered and disappeared, leaving her completely naked unlike her fellow, who’s white top still valiantly fought to contain her shelf of tit meat. Every one of Nero’s plentiful curves were on full display. Her wide hips, narrow waist, massive chest that looked even bigger on her small frame and capped with bright pink areola, that massive bubble butt-

GWRRRRRRLLLLLLLLLLLLL

Boudica’s balls kicked up production at the sight of the Saber, the already heavy orbs packing on weight like she was going through heat. Oh why was she here now? ‘You should dump all that pent-up spunk inside her.’ A voice spoke in her head. ‘Come on, you know she wouldn’t mind. That whore would probably love having her throat gaped as you pumped down all that ‘batter’ in your balls directly into her stomach! She might even thank you!’

“Hm? Ah, whatever that noise was is irrelevant.” Nero approached her ‘friend’ at the counter. “Sniff, sniff ooh, this heavy scent! I can feel my own Imperial Staff stirring already!”

The Emperor’s own bitch breaking meat was reaching its multi-foot length at record speed as Boudica’s odor reached her nostrils and spurred her on. In a few short moments, both futas were standing next to the mixing bowl with their humongous lengths throbbing in time with their heartbeat.

Finally, the red haired woman fought off her urges to pin her old enemy down and bloat her silly. “I-I appreciate the help, but I can do this alone. You just go back to bed.”

“Nonsense.” Nero smiled, starting to jerk herself off into the mixing bowl. Heavy globs of pre-cum hit the top of the dark mixture with a softplap. “You have been working nonstop for months now! Umu! It is normally beneath my station, but as your friend I shall prepare this dessert in your stead.” She increased her speed, her clear fluid now releasing in a continuous stream.

“Nero wait-”

“I must request your silence.” Nero insisted, now using both hands to pump her throbbing member. “I have learned with time that an overworked servant is an inefficient servant, and that knowledge applies to our form of Servant as well.” Now she starts dispensing genuine wisdom and kindness?! “Uhn, so close! Watch as I create the most delectable deserts Chaldea has ever witnessed!”

A thick, white rope of Nero’s dense cum custard flew into the mixing bowl, quickly followed by a second, third, and fourth. After the fifth heavy arc of her ball brew splattered into the container she seemed to realize that there was such a thing as too much secret ingredient. As her second sword prepared a sixth cock shot, she hoisted her thick, bucking shaft between her soft and supple breasts and placed the head in her mouth, guzzling down her own reproductive fluid in hearty gulps that distended her throat from the sheer amount rushing down to her stomach.

GROOOOOOOAAAAAAANNNNNNN

The lewd display left the cook in total shock. Party because Nero had just ruined a perfectly good batch of brownies, but mostly because of how fucking horny she was. Watching the vain woman give herself a titjob while drinking down her own semen had the red head so hard she was struggling to think about anything other than the blonde’s plush curves. Even as Nero’s stomach began to slowly bloat from the Imperial semen it had been forced to contain, she couldn’t muster the brain power to move or speak.

“Pwah. Delicious as ever! Now to mix and bake!” The Emperor declared, as if her partner wasn’t currently creating a puddle of cloudy fluid at their feet that was growing by the second. She worked quickly, stirring the bowl into a murky light brown and pouring it into the pan Boudica had set out earlier. “Ah, and the oven has finished its preparations! Now to slide in our magically enhanced batter!”

It was at that moment Nero made a mistake.

In order to reach the low oven, she bent over at the waist. The Rider was given a full view of both of her fat, wobbling ass cheeks and both of her tight holes, her puckered anus and invitingly flushed pussy lips on open display.

‘Do it.’ The voice in her head commanded. ‘Make that slut’s cum gut seem like a golf ball. Make her take every. Last. Drop.

Boudica finally snapped. As Nero closed the oven door ever single girth, pent up, pissed off, inch of her friend’s cunt breaker slammed into her exposed pussy, fucking her all the way up into her womb and creating an imprint even through her already bloated tummy up to her jiggling tits.

“Who do you think you are?!” Boudica yelled as she started thrusting, balls sloshing and thick ass cheeks clapping as her wide hips crashed into the Roman’s. “Taunting me like this after months of not being able to cum?! Sauntering in here and showing off your cow udders and fuckable ass like some kind of prostitutie right after ruining my desserts?!”

“Boudicaaaaaaaaaaa…!” Nero cried out as her insides were rearranged by the rapid slams in and out of her once tight pussy.

SLOSH, SLOSH, PLAP, CLAP, CLAP

“Or maybe you did it on purpose?” Boudica grabbed the blonde’s hair, pushing her doughy butt even harder into the base of her shaft. “Tease me into fucking you as a reward for my hard work?”

PLAP, PLAP, SLOSH, CLAP

Fuck she was so tight and warm, after over two months of abstinence she couldn’t ask for a better hole to dump her pent-up semen into! The sounds of Nero’s ass hitting her wide hips were perfect music to the backed up baker, each cheek wobbling and jiggling with every impact between them!

CLAP, SLOSH, PLAP, GROOOOOOOOOOOOANNNNNNN

“So much…!” Nero gasped out, face slack as her well fucked cunt splashed her juices over the Queen’s thick thighs. Her cock sprayed another load on the ground, her puddle and the existing lake of pre mixing into an ocean of futa fluid. The redhead could feel her cum churners preparing to finally dispense their months old contents while simultaneously making sure that there was plenty more where that came from.

“Any moment now! I’m not stopping until you drain me dry!” She called out, increasing the pace of her thrusts as she chased after the relief she had denied herself for so long.

Nero only managed a strained “Uwoaaaaah…!” of pleasure as she felt the cock inside swell in preparation for the biggest load she’d ever received.

“Every!” SLAM “Last!” GROOOOOAN “DROP!”

Finally Boudica’s balls clenched, rising up towards her cock as they began to push out the thick, aged sperm they’d been fermenting for so long now. The stuff was so thick she was almost afraid the coagulated cum would get stuck in her urethra, but with a few more ass-clapping thrusts she managed to force the chunky, off white liquid out of her twitching cockhead and into Nero’s waiting womb. It was less like cumming and more like forcing out a near solid mass of packed together cum through her strained cum tube, but it was sweet, sweet relief!

Her unwitting cumdump’s already stretched tummy began to swell with the contents of Boudica’s still growling sack, her instantly doubling her stomachs size and continuing to grow as more and more of the British Queen’s months of denial worked their way inside. Push after push of her kegels forced the blonde’s belly to bloat further, and further, blowing through pregnancy stages in seconds.

“Boudica… sooooo mucccchhhhh cummmmmm!” The Emperor managed to speak before her head went limp, unable to think about anything but the girthy monster cock splitting her and the increasingly large repository of Boudica’s potential hiers in her womb.

When she finally let go of Nero's hair, the chef’s titanic testicals felt several pounds lighter- even though her cock was still aching for another round. She slowly pulled out, letting the cumflated shorty fall to the ground on her massively inflated stomach. The sudden stimulation to her stretched tummy caused her to moan loudly, orgasming yet again and contributing more fluids to the mess on the ground. All of her limbs still hung limp as she was propped up by her womb, which was tickled lightly by the ever growing pond.

As Boudica stepped back to admire her work, especially the way the less aged sperm still sloooooowllllly dripped out of Nero’s gaping pussy with the consistency of extra sticky tar, the oven finally let out a ding! Not wanting the room to smell of her unwashed package, months old semen, and burnt desserts, she took out the pan.

“…One wouldn’t hurt.” She said aloud as if Nero could hear her over the orgasms still occupying every part of her brain. Cutting a small piece free, Boudica chomped on the Emporer’s custom cum custard brownie. Shockingly, the salty bitterness of the currently fucked dumb ruler’s essence blended perfectly with the sweetness of the treat, and before she new it the Queen was stuffing her face with a second one, then a third.

Good food, a willing cumdump for her still painfully full balls, and hours to go before anyone would check on her. ‘This was better than I could have ever hoped for.’ She thoat, pushing herself back inside Nero’s throat and forcing the already mind-broken woman face to face with the source of her musk. ‘But I’m never letting myself get this pent up again.’

Notes:

It’s been about four months since I started this, and I haven’t gotten a single “ask” for “Fate Requests and Asks.” It’s actually pretty funny, but since I do want to try that kind of content the next chapter(s) will be asks. So send them in!

Chapter 18: Asks #1

Summary:

Didn’t tag these directly, but I didn’t add anything that wasn’t in the ask already. That said, get’s a bit non-con in the last one. Read at your own risk.

From Arcozius: Shirou, what was you reaction when you woke up in the middle of the night to a wet and warm feeling around your dick only to find out you have been visited by the Succubuss Irisviel? Just how long did you two go at it afterwards? And after you two were done and you fell asleep, did you get excited when you woke up and found the note she left you?

“Irisviel? Ah, was that her name?” The young man tilts his head. “She didn’t introduce herself. She mentioned needing magical energy for sustenance, and that I was the only one who could help her. I couldn’t just leave her!”

“As for how long we were together… I’m not sure if I can say. It felt like forever and an instant at the same time.” He remembers how fast she her soft, childbearing hips on his own at seemingly impossible speeds, how agonizingly slow time seemed to move she took his cock into her throat and sucked out his cum like juice through a straw, and how all the electronics in the house seemed to stop working as the fucked on every flat surface they could find. The pale skinned, white haired woman with black wings had outmatched his lust at every turn. Pushing back into every thrust, slapping her own ass when he was slamming into her from behind, milking him in amazon position for hours… or was it minutes? Days? Eventually he passed out, but the devilish woman still hadn’t had her fill when he stopped being able to keep up.

“If it wasn’t for her note, I would have thought it as a dream…” He pulls a note written on a small napkin in neat German that seemed to strangely make sense no matter who read it.

‘Thanks for the meals! Mama really liked the taste of your essence, so keep those big balls of yours topped off for my next visit! Mm, haven’t had my womb filled like this in years! Oh, and do visit the mansion in the woods when you get a chance. I have a relative there who would love to get a taste of you!

- I’

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Also from Arcozius: "(Fem) Shiro, did you expect to find Saber, Rin and Sakura again in Chaldea in the forms of the Lion King (Lartoria), Ishtar and Kama? And more importantly, were you prepared for when the three of them revealed that their new goddess forms enhanced their cocks and made them quite horny as well? Are you capable of handling and satisfying the lust of the three goddesses?”

“She’s a bit busy right now, so we’ll take that question for her~.” Ishtar was buried to her cleanly shaven base in Shiro pussy, stretching her wide around her divine cockmeat. The redheaded Servant was lying on her back in bed, each of her holes spread and filled with thick futanari virility.

“Indeed, I’m afraid she cannot answer…” The Lion King answered solemnly while sitting on Shiro’s toned midriff. Her massive horse cock similarly buried to the hilt in the busty woman’s throat, causing it to stretch wide like an over filled sausage casing. A few muffled noises managed to escape her stuffed maw, but if they were intelligible it was lost under the Lancer’s sudden moan as the vibrations stroked her equine enormity. “Uhn! Just like that, my sheathe…!”

Beneath the Saber was the Goddess Kama, sensually stroking her short, fuzzy red hair as she slowly destroyed her partner’s stomach with her own divine slab. “Your sheathe? As my host recalls, she belongs to me.”

“We have been over this, Goddess of Love.” Artoria shook her head and sighed. “May I remind you of Shiro’s wishes?”

Another muffled vocalization from the triple penetrated girl was lost in the throbbing horsecock currently occupying her esophagus. Once again Artoria moaned, and a hefty dollop of pre joined the lake already forming in Shiro’s stomach.

Two weeks ago, the Master of Chaldea had finally summoned Senji Muramasa, although he had strangely chosen a curvy, muscular young woman as a vessel. Almost immediately the three divinities had claimed her as their own, Ishtar and Kama remembering their own vessels’ claim on the swordswoman, while The Lion King vaguely recalled a long forgotten promise- one that she was eager to bring back into full focus. Not helping was the fact that Saber wore nothing above the waist but bandages that failed to downplay the immense size of her head turning breasts, constantly making the Goddesses’ balls roil and cocks firm whenever she was in the room. It was like she was a pheromone that put each of them into heat, and while Senji wasn’t particularly a fan, Shiro loved the treatment. Not wanting her lovers to fight, she had given them an ultimatum: get along, or no one gets any time with her at all. Ishtar and Artoria had agreed without a moment’s hesitation, while Kama… was a work in progress.

“Mine.” She whispered into Shiro’s ear as her anal walls clamped down. What was that, her twelfth orgasm? The Goddess of Love would drag her to depravity yet…

None of them quite remembered being this huge in life. Sure, Rin had a bit of a reputation at the Clock Tower for her tendency to stumble in and out of bad situations cockhead first and Sakura recalled starting a family that reached into the double digits with her, but neither of them remembered their wife being quite so tight! Meanwhile Artoria knew she’d grown since that murky memory, even in life when Merlin had “assisted” her, her length had been human as could be. Nowhere near the required size to be dumping dense, mana rich loads into her beloved’s slowly growing stomach.

“Ugh, Emiya-kuuuuun…” Ishtar’s voice was uncharacteristically sweet. “I missed you and your soft pussy…!” She almost leaned down for a kiss- before remembering she had an aloof reputation to uphold! Oh and her mouth was currently occupied with over a foot of red, veiny meat. Ah well. She was a patient Goddess.

“She’s more than capable of handling us. I assure you.”

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From Bob: “Rin, is it true that despite summoning a Saber class Servant like you wanted and becoming convinced you couldn't lose, you and Nero ended up getting completely trounced by by Luvia and Penthesilea on the first night of the grail war? How did it feel when the two of them made you and Nero into their cocksocks afterwards?”

“Of course not!” Rin shouted, blushing fiercely. “I- If such a thing occurred I would never be able to show my face as a magus again!”

“Second Praetor!” Nero chimed in, completely naked as she relaxed on Rin’s plush couch cushions. “They desire the truth! And I see no reason not to give it to them. Our pleasure was mutual, was it not?”

Rin tugged at one of her twintails nervously. “…Fine. That shorty Berserker got one up on us. How is she so tactical anyways, I thought they were dumb brutes!” She pouted. “They took us to the hotel that bimbo blonde had rented out and… erm…”

“Ravaged us thoroughly!” Nero chimed in, raising her hand. “Quite a number of new positions have been invented since my rule! Umu, I was particularly fond of when Lady Luvia grabbed hold of thighs and placed them next to my head as she attempted to claim my womb as her own!”

The Master’s blushed deepened as she palmed her face. “Berserker… she used me like I was a doll. She picked me up and held me in all sorts of positions. I wasn’t even sure I could stretch my legs that wide…” For a moment she loses focus, before suddenly snapping back to reality. “Er, I-I lost track after she reversed amazoned me into the bed so hard it broke. I don’t remember anything until I woke up in the morning with Luvia spooning me with her stupidly huge cock up my butt!”

The Emperor once again raised her hand. “I recall! As skilled as our opponent was, it takes much more to conquer one so experienced in sex as I. You were shouting such declarations as ‘Please, split me in half daddy!’ and ‘I don’t want to think about anything but this fat, juicy-”

“Saber!” Rin was mortified. “Ahem. It was a defeat. An embarrassing one at that.” She admitted, regaining her composure somewhat. “But Luvia was merciful enough to allow Nero and I another chance, so long as we became allies until it was just us remaining. It’s… difficult to accept her mercy, but I am grateful.”

“Praetor…” The blonde Saber stood up from her couch. “I believe you are dodging a question.”

“…On the condition that we're free use cocksocks for the rest of the war.” Rin spoke quickly, as if saying it fast would spare her the embarrassment. “She promised to help fund my gemstone hoard if she won, how could I say no?!”

“Umu, I just hope they call upon us soon! My loins yearn for their phalluses!”

“It’s been 12 hours, Saber! I still can’t feel my legs, and you already want more?!”

“You have been fingering yourself for 6 of those hours, Praetor.”

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From Bob: “Ritsuka, how did it feel when Morgan and Artoria(Lancer) got competitive with each other last night and decided to settle it by seeing who could leave your more satisfied in bed? and who would you say-wait hold on, was that movement we just saw under the sheets just now? No, you sure? Okay well then as I was saying who would you say was more intense that night?....uh are you okay by the way? Your face is red and you seem to be clenching it a lot?”

“I’m just a bit embarrassed to be talking about that, that’s all!” He said a bit too fast. “It was so sudden, one moment I was talking battle tactics with Lakshmi Bai and the next my head was buried between their tits!”

“As for who was more intense…” He ponders for a moment. “Artoria was a real kiss fiend… but you could probably tell, I’m covered in her lipsticcccck!” A sudden movement under the covers near his crotch accompanied the end of his sentence. “But, uhm, Morgan was also really passionate! She said that even though her chest was smaller, she was more skilled, and she proved it! She was so soft, even swirling her tongue around my head as she gave me the best paizuri of my life-” another movement began under the sheets, but stopped when he hastily added “but when Artoria was whispering in my ear later when she was riding me, it was just as good!”

He smacked the odd lumps under the sheets. “Behave!” He whispered.

“…It’s almost impossible to call. I’d need at least another four or five nights like that before I could even begin forming an opinion. Morgan’s cold, harsh draining with just a hint of passion compared to Artoria’s loving yet lustful cuddle fuck… they’re both great in their own way, and I’m sure they know that making me chose between them is an impossible task.”

The bedsheets moved again, this time seeming to nuzzle against his legs. “Uh, anyways, I’m still kinda tired… mind giving me a few more hours to sleep?”

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From InvitedGuest?: “Melusine is it true that, because your a dragon, you felt territorial about Ritsuka towards the other dragon servants and decided to intimidate them to make your claim on him. Except that it backfired on you when you tried starting with Kiyohime thinking she would be easy, but she ended up turning the tables on you and utterly demolished your with her various toys and strap-ons?”

“Almost…” Melusine groaned. She was strapped to a table in a dark room, while Kiyohime stood next to her. She smiled widely despite wearing a humongous black strap-on with protruding spikes, still dripping juices from the Tam Lin’s earlier session. “It has nothing to do with the fact I’m a dragon… this insane creature was stalking my boyfriend!”

“I believe you’re confused, Mamoswine.” Kiyohime ran a finger along the bound knight’s cheek. “Anchin is my husbad. And mine alone.”

The white haired woman tried to pull away, but failed. What were these restraints made out of?! “Yours?! I don’t see you complaining about the assassin and latex warrior chasing him around!”

“And despite having ample oppression to go after them, you chased after poor old me first.” The Berserker replied cheerfully, walking over to a drawer and pulling out a collection of bright pink egg vibrators. “I think you’re selling your instincts short. You knew a fellow dragon hanging around Anchin just couldn’t stand! And I must say, I understand the feeling all too well…” Melusine groaned as the green haired dragon inserted the first vibe into her still sensitive pussy. “So I hope you understand that this isn’t personal.” She taped another one to her captives' exposed clit, causing her to shiver. “Well… not as personal. I’m an innocent maiden, but I can’t fully forgive you. That’s something only the Buddha could do.” She said as she taped two more to her fellow dragon’s erect nipples.

“Damn it… when will you let me go?” Melusine whined.

“When you’ve learned your lesson! Or your mind shatters. You seem pretty strong, so I’d probably have to give you another five or six rounds with my favorite toy to break you…” Kiyohime turned on the vibes as she ran another finger up the wet, sticky silicone. Melusine moaned loudly as her weak points were stimulated, squirting femcum onto the table in a large puddle. “Mm, perhaps if you beg. I’ll be back in a few hours! Anchin surely misses me by now.”

Notes:

The Melu/Kiyo one was bit hard to write because I had to avoid mentioning their physical traits, and I’m not sure if I’m that good at bondage and dub-con. If it helps, do what I did and imagine their aged up selves.

This was fun. I’m opening everything back up now, but I do hope more asks will be sent in. Also, I plan on doing all the asks I currently have, trying a new format like this is really nice. Thanks for acquiescing me!

Chapter 19: Hot and heavy at the infirmary (Double Nightingale fills)

Summary:

You know the rules, lines for time skips, stars for space between prompts.

Continuation of a prompt chapter ten, prompted by Arcozius. Shiro/Nightingale and Lancer Alter. Contains mentions cock growth, tit jobs, and Lancer Alter being OOC.

“Nurse… are you sure this is required?” Shiro asked, lying on what he’d dubbed the Milking Cot.

“Absolutely.” She responded quickly. “Your condition has only worsened since treatment began. Increased length, girth, stamina, libido, ejaculation size, without tri-weekly treatment you would soon find yourself unable to focus on any task in the mere presence of a potential mate.”

Plap, plap, plap…

She bounced off his pelvis, ramming his condom covered cock inside her sopping wet folds. She was never one to joke. All those things had happened since Nightingale began ‘treating’ him, but was due to a condition or the fact that she kept dragging him to her office to drain his balls dry?

Today she had opted to wear her usual red nurse uniform and skirt instead of the latex bikini, although she had forgone any underwear for ease of access. At this point the redhead had been unintentionally trained to get hard whenever Nightingale was in the same room as him, so there wasn’t a point to showing off skin extra. Just the sight of her dull eyes, the sound of her flat, emotionless voice, and of course the feel of her thick thighs against him caused his growing erection to stand at attention.

“Potential mate?” He asked, continuing to watch Nightingale bounce in a perfect, unbroken rhythm. “I guess I’ve been a bit distracted in homeroom when Sakura-”

“I see symptoms have already m-manifested.” She interrupted, once again raising her hips. Was that a stutter? The Nurse of Steel didn’t stutter, but Shiro was certain she had just now. “Time between ejaculations… 15 minutes. Three short of the currently longest recorded time. I must remind you that you are here for treatment, not to demonstrate your improved endurance.” She suddenly shifted her stance, moving from cow girl position to amazon, leaving only his tip inside her drooling pussy. How she managed to keep herself stable with such little room on the cot was a mystery- one there was no time to dwell on.

Nightingale dropped her hips, and her previously tight hole felt like it was trying to pull out the cum directly from his hard working sperm producers. She moved so fast her waist was practically a blur, slamming her hips into his with rapid smacks, her huge breasts jumping with her movements despite their confinement. This was always how they ended, the nurse’s amazon milking was something no one could ever hope to resist. Her tight folds would cause Shiro to empty everything inside the condom, and then he’d be redressed and sent back as if nothing ever happened.

“N-Nightingale…!”

“Proceed.”

Nightingale slammed her hips down, somehow tightening even more around his twitching length. Pushed over the edge, Shiro began to fill the condom with heavy spurts of his seed. It became hard to even see as the nurse’s soft walls coaxed out his cum, but through the black dots in his eyes he could have sworn Nightingale was… blushing? He was seeing things. Clearly.

“Nn… yet another sample.” Nightingale climbed off his cock, legs quivering slightly. The bloated contraceptive was quickly removed, tied, and placed with the first dozen they had collected today. “…You are still erect.”

Shiro blinked. “Uh…”

“It appears we have reached the limit of what I can treat alone.” The red clad nurse began to remove her buttons with one hand while typing out a message on her phone with the other. “Your condition is remarkably persistent. An excellent case study.”

“Case study?” A sultry voice spoke from outside the door. “Just admit you’ve trained him into a proper stud. One I’m glad you’ve finally invited me to sample.”

Artoria Pendragon, or one of them anyways, was standing in the infirmary doorway. She was tall, with yellow eyes, pale skin, and white hair tied into a short ponytail. The newcomer wore a white blouse and black pencil skirt, the former of which strained against the swell of her famously huge milk tank. Those poor buttons were fighting a battle they would surely lose.

“You arrived quickly.” Was Nightingale’s only response as she casually discarded her top and began to unclip her plain white bra. Her rack may have been a few cup sizes smaller than Artoria’s humongous spheres of tit meat, but they were still both well over a handful.

“You are far from quiet in here, Florence. I couldn’t help but listen in.” She also began to undo her top, freeing the buttons of her top from their struggle. “Now, who’s your special paitent?”

“S-Shiro Emiya, ma’am.”

“Mm, Florence knows how to pick them.” Artoria undid the final button, revealing that she was lacking a bra. Her breasts jiggled as she freed them, causing him to somehow get even harder as they swayed. “You’re everything she described and more~”

“I would have you refrain from teasing the patient.” Nightingale cut in, kneeling down next to Shiro and wrapping half his still leaking cock in her soft, firm breasts.

“Oh please, he’s clearly enjoying it.” The paler woman joined her, her pair nearly dominating Nightingale’s. While the nurse’s chest was soft, Artoria’s pair felt like true chest pillows around him!

“A-aren’t we going to use a condom?” Shiro asked, having to restrain himself from blowing at the sight of the two busty beauties chest to chest around his sensitive length.

“We are out. Your… virility was beyond my expectations.” She was definitely blushing now.

“Oh my.” Artoria put a finger to her chin. “You’ll just have to paint my tits with your semen now, won’t you~?”

The two began to move in perfect sync. Up and down, slowly jerking him off using their chests to create a pocket dedicated to his pleasure. It was taking all Shiro had not to blow in the first few pumps!

“Look at him twitching… how cute.”

“We cannot see his phallus, Artoria.”

“Oh come now, you can feel it! How close he is to blowing all over us? Even with the extra few inches he’s grown he’s still no match for our perfect tit-pussy, hm?”

“I have told you not-”

“It’s fine,” Shiro managed to speak out. “Please, Artoria, keep going…!”

“Mm, Mrs. Atroia would be better.” She smiled, pressing her tits together. Her breasts were so soft and warm! “I can’t wait to have my turn with you, Emiya. So go on ahead and blow your load between us.” She picked up her pace. Nightingale wasn’t prepared, and suddenly she found herself removed from the playing field altogether. Despite her claims of cooperation, Artoria was declaring ownership of the ‘patient’. “Quickly now! I’m already soaking thinking about the cock Florence has been hogging for so long!” She tightened her embrace, smothering his cock in warmth.

“Cum for me, Emiya.” She demanded softly.

He dutifully listened, thick ropes of semen rushing out of his tip and giving her pale mountains the coating she craved. Nightingale watched as if hypnotized, breathing heavily while Shiro marked her ‘helper’ with his scent. Splurt, splurt, splurt, he just kept cumming!

“Patient…Patient's thirteenth ejaculation shows no sign of decreased volume.” She murmured, astonished at the seemingly impossible display taking place in front of her. The usual blank, emotionless expression the nurse wore had been replaced with one of longing, though her usual clinical style refused to let her express it as more than a wistful, wide eyed look. “Instead it appears to be… increasing?”

Artoria laughed. “I told you, the only thing your patient is suffering from is a lack of women. You really can’t just keep him to yourself, not after you’ve crafted him into such a stud!” Splurt, spurt…, a few more weak strands fell into the cavernous valley of her chest. “Finally done?”

Far from it. Shiro was still throbbing forcefully between her semen glazed tits.

“Ah ha, of course you aren’t.” The short haired woman backed away and pulled her breasts apart to show the thick, white strands connecting the enormous globes like a network of reproductive vines. “Proud of your work, hm? I can’t wait to see what you do to my pussy…”

“As a reminder, Shiro is my patient-” Nightingale began, putting a gloved hand on his manhood.

“Who you asked me to assist with.” Artoria finished for her. “You can have him back when I’ve had my fill.”

He wasn’t leaving this cot anytime soon. That was for sure.

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Based on a request from Spiderboy12. Astolfo/Nightingale. Contains large cock, breeding, sex on a desk, cumflation, and what could be interpreted as dub con? They’re both into it but Astolfo’s a bit pushy at first. More of a safety tag.

Astolfo was no stranger to random erections. He was surrounded by beauties like Jeanne, knock-outs like Bradamante, and cute boys like Seig, of course he started tenting his skirt whenever they crossed his mind! Though Master had required him to start wearing underwear after Raikou threatened to run him through for violating “public morals” with his head turning hard-ons.

But this was different. He’d been bricked up for hours now, and he wasn’t even thinking about his allies’ fuckable bodies. Heck he wasn’t thinking at all for some of that time! As airheaded as the Rider was, he still figured that mayyyyyybe he should get that checked out. All those pill commercials talked about talking to a doctor, so it was time to visit the best thing Chaldea had: Nightingale’s Infirmary!

“Yoo hoo! Ohhhh Nightingaleeeee!” The bubbly frenchy skipped into the sterile white room. “Could you help me out with a tiiiiinnnnyy issue?”

Nightingale sat at her desk in the otherwise empty room, filling out some paperwork. She looked up and briefly looked him over. “You seem healthy. What seems to be the problem?”

“Welllllllll…”

FLUMP

The pink haired Servant dropped his underwear, causing his throbbing log of cute femboy meat to drop onto the nurse’s desk with a mighty noise. Her eyes hadn’t left the desk, but her breath hitched at the sight. Mm, she was really cute even when she wasn’t trying!

“Aside from your abnormally large size, I see no issue.” She said coolly. “I am busy. If you are not suffering from an ailment that needs treatment, please leave.”

“Oh come on, Nighty Night!” He thrust his hips forward, pushing his pulsating pussy pleaser onto her papers. “I’ve been like this for hours now, it’s gotta be something that needs treating!”

“Pleasure yourself. There are condoms in the bowl near the door.” She gestured. Her eyes were still locked onto his phallus, and she was breathing a bit heavier. Aww, the Nurse of Steel was embarrassed!

“You must reallll pent up with all your work.” He gave her a wide, cute smile. “This’ll be good for both of us! Waddya say?”

Nightingale looked around the otherwise empty infirmary. She wasn’t busy at all, but that wasn’t the point. All the stoic lady needed was a good excuse! Everyone always got so hung up on this stuff.

“…Fine.”

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The both of them were in their birthday suits, with Nightingale bent over her desk as Astolfo rubbed his bitch breaker between her massive spheres of wobbly ass meat. Her butt was so big it almost covered his whole cock! Not to mention how soft those cheeks were! This was a contender for one of Chaldea’s best!

“A-Astolfo, before we begin I must request you wear protection.” Nightingale spoke, looking back at him. “Pregnancy would interfere with my ability to treat patients.”

The Rider let out a cute giggle. “Got any extra larges? Those regular ones definitely won’t fit me!” He gave his girthy pole a quick pat, causing a large drop of pre to drop onto Nightingale’s back. She shivered as the thick, slimy liquid pooled onto her. “I’ll pull out, I promise!”

They both knew it was risky, but given the way the usually emotionless woman was dripping honey down her legs, she didn’t care. “…If you are certain. You may begin when you are ready”

“Finally!” Wasting no time, he lined himself up with her quivering folds and slammed his feminine hips into her plush ass! He’d be waiting so long, why take it slow?

“Wow, Nighty, you’re so tight!” He complimented, grabbing great handfuls of her that soft rear. They were so big his hands practically disappeared into them! “And so warm…! You ready for me to get going?”

“Nnh…” She moaned, struggling to keep her head up. “G-go on…”

“You got it!” Like he could hold back any longer when her pussy was sucking him in! Even her womb was lowering to give his tip a kiss!

PLAP, PLAP, PLAP, PLAP!

“Guhhh…!” Nightingale moaned. Man she musta been on a long dry streak if she was already starting to lose it. Then again, he was using her cervix as a crash pillow for his thick femboy cunt-stretcher.

“Having fun?” He slapped her ass and watched the resulting ripples with glee. Boy did he need this!

“K-keep going.” She asked breathily. It was almost like a game trying to break down her walls! And stretch them wide open too! “Please…!”

“Mhm!” He grabbed her braid, pulling her head back and drawing out another moan from the normally unflappable woman. She tightened up even more, now it was hard to even move! Thankfully his battering ram of a cockhead made it super easy to spear her open. Time to pick up the pace, his full and heavy balls weren’t gonna empty themselves!

PLAP, PLAP, PLAP, PLAP, PLAP, PLAP, PLAP!

“Here comes the first load!”

“P-pull out…!”

It was a big shame he couldn’t dump a load in her tight hole, but oh well! He yanked his hips back and came, throwing thick ropes of hot girly boy semen over her back and hair. In a few moments her skin was practically coated in musky, sticky, warm and sperm heavy cum!

“Nngh, so good!” He cried out, jerking himself off as he continued to blast over her increasingly hidden back. “Flip over! I wanna give you a full bukkae!”

Maybe she wasn’t thinking properly in her lust, or maybe she really did want a full one-person semen coating, but she flipped over as commanded and received another body coating blast of cock cream for her troubles. The first was joined by a few more, before finally his massive cum pump finally stalled out.

“Phew.” He wiped his brow. “Great first round! Next!”

“Wait-” Nightingale began, but Astolfo had already collected her legs and pushed them to her shoulders. The best thing for backed up balls was a mating press after all! “Uhgnnnnn! So biggggg!”

“Thanks!” He giggled again, perching his cute ass and taut cumtanks ontop of her stretched pussy. It was time to truly fuck her silly. He raised his hips and slammed back down with a mighty smack, causing another loud moan to escape Nightingale’s lips.

SMACK, PLAP, PLAP, GLUSH, SMACK

Seeing an opportunity on her o-face (how many times had she cum by now?), he gave her a wet kiss, not caring about the fact he was kissing through his own cum. She was far too gone to return the smooch, and so the Rider plundered her mouth with his tongue as he continued to ravage her sloppy folds with his huge endowment.

SMACK, SMACK, SMACK!

He must've still been sensitive after that first round, cause he was already prepping a second load for her. “Gonna cum soon!” He said pulling away from the kiss. He raised his hips-

Only to find Nightingale’s thick thighs folding around back.

“Inside!” She groaned.

“I thought you said you didn’t wanna be pregnant?”

“I don’t care, I need it inside! Bloat my womb, fill me up, just give me your cum!” All traces of the Nurse of Steel were gone, replaced with a true bitch in heat.

At the mere mention of getting her pregnant, Astolfo’s balls practically doubled in weight. This was gonna be a bitch-breeding load for sure, and he couldn’t wait to dump it all inside her.

SMACK, SLOSH, SMACK, SLOSH, SMACK!

“Here it comes!”

“Uhnnnn!”

His hyper full balls pulled up in their sack, pushing cum through his thick cock and directly into her womb. In a single rope the tight pocket was filled entirely with his adorable swimmers, and the moment the first ended it was followed up by a first, a second, a third, fourth, fifth! Her eggs didn’t stand a chance under the tide of thick ball sludge now clogging every corner of her baby chamber, the sheer amount causing the organ to bloat larger and larger! By the time he was even close to slowing down, she looked past term with triplets! Astolfo could even feel the heat of his cum from within the giant cum belly he’d given her.

“Ha… ha ha…” Nightingale giggled dumbly, drool running down her cheek. “I’m pregnannnnnt now…”

“Thank’s a lot Nighty! My balls feel so much lighter!” He jumped up, yanking his flaccid length out with ceremony. She groaned again at the sudden removal, and finally his thick baby making slop began to slowly drip down from her gaped canal. “Guess I just needed to breed. See ya later!”

A few weeks later, Master, Raikou, and Nightingale herself would lay into him for irresponsibly getting her pregnant with triplets. Somehow, it turned into yet another fuck fest- Master was left with a single one of his cute little kids growing inside her, while Raikou was baking sextuplets in her oven. Guess she didn’t call herself Mama for nothing!

Notes:

Kiiinda iffy on these ones. I tried taking more liberties with the characters for the sake of lewdness. Man I am really unconfident aren’t I.

Chapter 20: The Worst Part of Being a Catgirl (Atalanta/Caenis and Penthesilea)

Summary:

Based on a request by Brain98. Penthesilea and Caenis/Atlanta. Contains Futanari (Penthesilea, Caenis), heat, impregnation kink, anal, blowjobs, a horse cock, a bit of musk, tender and rough sex, and muscles.

Notes:

Once again I did research for my porn. Caeneus did not have it easy.

Chaldea’s gymnasium was filled with an assortment of characters. Some were there simply to exercise, although admittedly they didn’t need to. Others were there for less innocent reasons: The sweaty, muscular men in women in light clothing attracted a crowd of ooglers to the room. And some fell in between, there to work out and admire their fellow gym-goers in turn.

Two of such in-betweeners were together, one spotting another’s weight set. The spotter, Caenis, wore a white sport top that showed off their abs, alongside a baggy pair of exercise pants emblazoned with the Chaldea logo. Beneath them lay Penthesilea, lifting and lowering a heavily weighted bar with slow, perfected movements. She wore a simple black strap across her flat chest, alongside a black version of Caenis’ bottoms.

“Has she arrived?”

“Nah, no sign of her. Worry about your set, if she shows up I’ll say somethin’”

Penthesilea scowled slightly, but turned her full attention back towards the bar.

Both Greeks were on the lookout for the object of their mutual desire: The archer Atalanta, hunter of the Calydonian boar. Thousands of years ago, Caeneus had fallen for the huntress after a brief stint on the Argo together. Her fierce independence and skill had caused the warrior to join the legions of suitors wishing for her hand. Though he moved on from pursuing her after learning of her dedication to Artemis, it didn’t stop old feelings from bubbling up when they ended up summoned together once more.

One new feeling, however, was jealousy. Apparently Atalanta had held some kind of race while Caeneus was getting clobbered by centaurs with fir trees, and some jackass named Hippomenes had cheated to get her hand. Bastard wouldn’t have made it past the start line if he was there.

In life, Penthesilea had heard the tales of the huntress, but had never once actually encountered her. Occasionally the young children of the Amazon would spook each other with tales of being turned into a lion should they ever marry, but that was the extent of their connection. Once summoned to Chaldea, however, the feline woman had quickly won her over. Just like Caenis, her no-nonsense attitude and excellent skill with a bow had won the Amazon Queen’s heart.

It hadn’t taken long for the two to notice the other staring at Atalanta as she displayed her toned archer’s back and strong, powerful legs whenever she used the gym. Even though the green haired woman had lost her respect for the path of Artemis after actually meeting her (speaking of, she was currently cheering human Orion on as he flexed in front of a mirror), both had respected her enough not to approach her until she indicated interest with taking a lover in her new life.

Except, no one had seen her in a week. Atalanta kept a rather strict schedule, seemingly having a half hour each day dedicated to ensuring Santa Lily wasn’t being mistreated by her “big sister”, but even she hadn’t seen the archer. And today was her seventh missed gym session in a row.

“…100.” Penthesilea counted, racking the bar. “Given your expression, I assume you’re as concerned as I am for her?”

Caenis frowned. “Yeah, this ain’t like her. Jason’s a wreck, keeps talking about how she’s just waiting to start dropping arrows on him any moment. Then again, when isn’t he a wreck?” They handed the shorter woman a towel. “Figure we should tell Master?”

She took the cloth gratefully and began to wipe the sweat from her face. “There’s no need to alarm Master when we are not sure there is a problem.” The Berserker shook her head. “We should try to speak to her ourselves before adding more to their plate.”

“Works for me.” The horse-eared woman agreed. “Cool-down stretches, then let’s check her room. Only place we haven’t been.”

——————

“…I did not take you as one to be intimidated by a door.”

“Look, it’s different when it’s her, alright? Can’t just barge in like I do with everyone else.”

“So knock.”

“I’m gonna do that.”

…

“The great and mighty Caenis. Unable to knock on a door.”

“Don’t see you doing it!”

Knock, knock, knock.

“Atalanta?” Penthesilea asked through the door. “You have not been seen for some time. Are you in good health?”

“‘Are you in good health’?” Caenis scoffed. “What are you-”

“The Queen of the Amazons.” She cut them off. “Royalty.”

Caenis grumbled something under their breath, but it was masked by Atalanta’s unusually high pitched voice. “I am quite- nhn- fine! I appreciate thy concernnnnn, but c-could you mayhaps return at later time?”

The gym going Greeks exchanged glances. “That don’t sound fine to me.”

“Agreed. Now would be the moment for door barging.”

“We’re comin in!”

“Wait-”

Of course, Caenis didn’t actually break through an automatic door. No reason to piss off Sion and Da Vinci if they didn’t need to. Instead the door slid open, greeting the intruders with an overwhelming warmth and the smell of dried fem-cum.

The catgirl resident was stretched out on her bed with her head buried between a small mass of pillows. She was stark naked and jamming a dildo into herself with as much force as she could muster, groaning and mewling even as her two comrades invited themselves in. This didn’t stop her from being mortified, however.

“Dost thou not know the meaning of wait?” She hissed. Any actual malice was undercut by the welt squelches of the toy in her pussy. “This heat is difficult enough without- without…” Her eyes glazed over and she began to take in deep lungfuls of air through her nose.

Sniff, sniff sniff.

“O-our sincere apologies.” The amazon quickly apologized. “We were simply concerned.”

Sniff sniff sniff

“Yeah, sorry.” Caenis added, not looking away from the Archer’s small yet perky breasts.

Sniff SNIFFFFFF

“Uh, Penth? Do you know why she’s sniffing?”

“No.”

In the week she’d been locked inside her room to deal with her month long heat, Atalanta had gotten used to her own scent. The smell of her own juices was merely air to her now. But when the pair had entered the room, her highly sensitive nose had instantly picked up on a new odor. A sweaty, salty musk that quickly worked its way into her heat stricken brain and told her that the source was her answer. Whatever was causing this virile stench could put out the fire in her womb and grant her the children her body craved.

Immediately the dildo was forgotten. The nimble huntress leaped off her soaked sheets and launched herself into Caenis, all while taking deep, heavy breaths as if any air not contaminated by their post-work out smell was poison. Before either Servant could blink, Atalanta had stripped the Lancer of their bottoms and shoved her face into the sweaty, taut sack that lay beneath a massive, flaccid horse cock.

SNIFFFFFFFFFF

“So big, so full…” She moaned into the brown, packed orbs. Gods above, Caenis must have had enough backed up ball tar to leave half the pussies in Chaldea filled! Penthesilea quickly removed her own bottoms, revealing her own huge member and just as swollen balls. While she wasn’t not as large as Caenis’, the Amazon’s spear was still plenty large enough for her oh-so-empty pussy.

“I need it…” The catgirl sunk a few fingers into her fertile hole as she took more heavy breaths of the pair's scents. “Please, saite my cravings! My heat! My-”

Caenis pushed her face further into her sack, muffling her words. Atalanta went limp, squirting clear fluid over the ground as she came from the Lancer’s smell alone. If Artemis was the Goddess the stories had claimed she surely would have been disappointed in her follower. But that was the furthest thing from her mind.

“We ain’t passing this up right?” Caenis asked, stifling a moan as Atlanta began to lick their cum tanks. They were at full mast now, their cock sticking between the cat girls ears and reaching well behind her head.

“I have first go at impregnating her.” Penthesilea answered, her calm tone betrayed by her heavily throbbing cock and slight grin.

“Damn it! Ah whatever, I know for sure my sperm’ll get there way before yours.

“If you believe you are more virile than I, you are more deluded than I believed.”

“Oh it’s ON n-”

“Will thoust quiet and impregnate me?!”

——————

“Nyaaa… Moreee…!”

She was pinned between the muscular Greek’s bodies, held aloft by nothing but the phalluses buried deep inside her and the sweaty bodies of her lovers. Caenis’ hands roamed her sides from behind, occasionally giving strong squeezes and nibbling at her rapidly flicking ears. Their cock was up to the hilt inside her ass, spreading her anal walls wide with their meaty shaft. From in front, Penthesilea ground her hips against Atalanta’s, rubbing her tip against the catgirl’s womb. Her cervix seemed to suck on the head, the heat stricken organ practically kissing the amazon’s tip. Above the Queen and the Huntress were actually kissing passionately. Atalanta mewed into the kiss with various feline noises, allowing the shorter woman’s tongue to swab her mouth freely.

Atalanta had expected, wanted even, a rough breeding that left her numb to everything but ecstasy of orgasm and the relief of finally having this horrid heat quenched. Something like what happened to Medb, two strong warriors knocking her up and leaving her on her bed a cum strewn mess, twitching from the aftershocks of orgasm for hours to come. This tender, soft loving was almost the exact opposite (excluding their inhumanly large sizes), and it was still one of the greatest feelings she’d ever had.

“You got no idea how long we’ve been waiting for this.” Caenis whispered into her cat ear as they cupped her behind. “Ever since that boar hunt I’ve been wanting this. Course, I hoped that we’d start with something a bit more romantic, but I ain’t complaining.” They squeezed her ass and pulled her tail lightly, forcing another moan into the Berserker’s mouth.

“I’ve craved this as well, Huntress.” She pulled away. A single string of saliva connected their mouths in a passionate yet lewd way. “We were not fated to meet in life, but I am happy at least this shadow of me was able to know you like this.”

This? This was love. Not whatever her cheat of a husband had given her. To be held like this, treated like a woman yet not as lesser, to be praised and cherished by two that clearly desired her… perhaps marriage was something she should have considered in life after all.

Penthesilea pushed herself back into the kiss. The sudden movement stirred the feline woman’s sensitive loins, drawing another orgasm out of her and spraying more sticky liquid onto the amazon’s waist. The sudden tightness seemed to push her lovers over the edge as well. Both human and horse cock swelled inside her rapidly, throbbing violently against her tight walls and spreading her further until they spewed their thick payloads inside. Both quickly filled her, causing her insides to bloat merely to contain the sheer amount the warriors were forcing inside her. Atalanta’s womb greedily took all the semen it could get from the short Queen’s balls, desperately trying to find potential swimmers for the floating eggs inside. Her rump was equally eager for Caenis’ sperm, though perhaps born of the rapidly growing feelings for the horse-person rather than the animalistic desire for children. Or… was it her own now? As Penthesilea’s head came to rest on her shoulder, she couldn’t tell where her desires ended and this damned heat’s needs began…

“If… if thoust are done professing thine love for me…” The Archer had to fight the desire to mew and moan as their ridiculous penises still stimulated her sensitive folds, “would you treat me roughly? I accept your desires, but please, I need more! Rougher! As pleasurable as your love is, I need to be bred like the bitch heat I am!”

That was definitely the heat. Not her desire to be treated like a whore flaring up after being filled up with enough cock snot to make Aphrodite do a double take. Not at all.

Caenis laughed behind her, and Penthesilea gave her a small smug grin. “And here I thought we were the one’s holding back!”

——————

The three had moved over to Atalanta’s bed in a pile, quickly sorting themselves into new positions. Behind her once again was Caenis, horse cock buried deep inside Atalanta’s drooling cunt and pounding against her cervix like they were trying to break down a door. Still in front was Penthesilea, cock forced down her gullet and visibly spearing her throat wide like a sex toy two sizes two small for her bitchbreaking sperm spewer. The cat woman was being spitroasted, pounded, and choked all at once, and for the first time in days her urges to fuck anything remotely cylindrical were sated, replaced by a feeling of fullness and breeding bliss. Thinking was impossible, be it from lack of air or the sheer pleasure rushing through her entire manifestation.

“Look at her back, Queenie.” Caenis spoke over the sound of their hips slamming against the Archer’s bubbly ass. “Fuck, I never realized I had thing for back muscles.”

“Her usual attire is, ngh, backless, were you simply not paying attentioooon?!” The amazon’s voice was higher pitched than before. Atalanta’s cat tounge was worshiping every single thick, vascular inch of Berserker cock it could reach, forcing her to hold back her orgasm as best as possible. As unreal as it was finally putting her shaft between Atalanta’s soft lips, she had a reputation to uphold! She would not be cumming before her rival did, no matter how much the catgirl sucked at her length!

“‘Scuse me for being distracted, these legs, mhm, if I wasn’t focused on putting a couple little brats in her belly I’d be asking for her to put me between ‘em.” The tanned Servant continued to pound their hips rapidly, mind drifting to the future. Thoughts of Atalanta’s slender stomach swollen with their kids filled their mind completely. A little one sucking at her tit while they carried another. The words “I love you”, “I’m so happy”, or “How about another litter?” seemed to come from her imagined lips.

The thought spurred them on. They needed to fuck the Archer pregnant. Caenis increased their pace, forcing Atalanta’s face more into Penthesilea’s crotch. All she could see was the short woman’s built abs, all she could feel was the huge flat head against her womb spewing pre like a river into her already full baby chamber.

“Fuck! I’m gonna cum so hard it’ll be like you weren’t even inside her at all!” Caenis declared through gritted teeth. Their balls seemed to be heavier than ever, smacking against Atalanta’s firm thighs like miniature wrecking balls of chunky baby making fluid. This was gonna be a big one! They didn’t even notice that Penthesilea didn’t respond, the extra push finally putting over the edge and causing her own sperm to launch into the Huntress’ stomach like a high pressure hose. In what little part of Atalanta’s mind was working, she wanted to pull back and taste the thick, chewy amazonian spunk currently giving serving as her dinner, but as Caenis’ hips once again crashed into hers the thought was replaced with yet another muffled scream of pure satisfaction.

“Damn it, get pregnaaaaanNNNNNNT!” Caenis roared as they came. A deluge of egg seekers quickly joined the ones already on the hunt in Atalanta’s womb. Their master was seeing spots they were cumming so hard, eyes crossing as they attempted to outdo their rival. Penthesilea may have lost her unspoken vow to the allure of Atalanta’s slick throat, but surely there was no way Caenis could outdo her here. Splurt after splurt splashed inside the packed organ casuing it to bloat further and further, now resembling an early stage of pregnancy. Caenis lost focus marveling at the way their genes were filling the love of their lives-

And their legs buckled.

The Lancer fell backwards, pulling their still cumming cock free and sending ropes of off white sperm flying onto the back they had been admiring minutes earlier. “Da-damn it…!” There was only a few cockshots left in their orgasm at least, and the way Atlanta’s strong back caused their sticky white cum to be funneled as a sight that they would burn into their memory. Hell, if they could take any memory to the Throne it would be the sight of Atalanta’s back contours being used like cum gutters.

As the horse-warrior admired their work, tiredness began to seep into their limbs and eyes. Sure they didn’t need to sleep, but the thought of cuddeling up post-cotail was too tempting…

FWUMP

“Hah… already done, Caenis?” Penthesilea chuckled as their rival passed out. “I suppose I will claim her womb for my own.” She looked down at her love, ready to continue seeding her… only to find that Atalanta had taken the phallus out of her mouth and similarly fallen asleep, hands on the cum gut holding her aloft and murmuring softly. The Berserker sighed and ran her hands through the luscious green and yellow of the woman who had stolen her heart. Maybe she should rest as well then…

——————

Servants didn’t “dream” the same way humans did. They’d recall old memories in their rest at best, possibly sucking their Master in as well to experience their past. But what Atalanta saw that night wasn’t her past.

Several white haired children played around her. Some had cat ears and tails, others those of a horse. A few had fierce gray eyes, others a striking blue, and more yet had a kind green. Her own, she recognized.

“Mommy, I’m gonna be the next Queen!” One yelled as they playfully fought another with a foam stick.

“No, I am!” The other one yelled, though they were clearly losing.

“The current queen wishes that you would improve your stance. And you should block more.” A familiar voice spoke from outside her vision.

“Oh come on, blocking? It’s a foam sword!” Another voice jested.

“It is the principle-”

“The principle can suck my d-”

The voice managed to turn the insult into a mangaled cough.

Atalanta giggled. She could feel a weight on her stomach, and further investigation revealed taut skin over a roundness. And perhaps… a kick from within.

In the real world, she smiled. A dream, or a vision of the future? Time would tell. What was certain was that for all of her future heats, she wouldn’t attempt to isolate herself when she had such perfect, loving helpers ready to assist…

Notes:

Archers typically develop a lot of muscle in their craft. Pulling back that bow string isn’t easy, especially if you’re looking to pierce hide. Also it’s hot, I claim artistic license.

Usually I try not to mention Servant’s previous partners, but I think Atalanta gets an exception. Is it NTR when your husband basically cheated his way into marrying you and the new lovers in your life are much more genuine?

Update: I’m not sure how I never noticed that a good quarter of the chapter was bolded when it shouldn’t have been. My bad. Maybe I should look into getting a beta editor…

Chapter 21: A Simple Lesson with Scathach (Bazett/Scathach)

Summary:

Based on a request by Bob. A sequel to chapter 15’s prompt. Contains hyper-futa (Bazett), lots of ass, gym sex, teasing, straddling, titjobs, cum inflation, breeding, full-nelson, domination loss, ahego, mentioned anal, and what is technically dub-con but very quickly becomes con.

Notes:

Once again the prompt got away from me. I feel a bit more justified in this case since the amount of futa Bazett writers in the world currently rests at one, as far as I am aware.

Chaldea’s simulator really didn’t get enough credit. With a few quick scans of an area a perfect recreation could be formed, explored, and fought inside. And when you were done braving the cold of the Scandinavian Lostbelt or the heat of the Uruk’s underground lava caves, you could relax on the beaches of Luluhawa or have a drink in a fancy bar beneath the streets of Kabukicho. The simulator alone would have likely made Marisberry a legend in the Mage community, should he have rested on his laurels at its completion. It was a good thing he didn’t settle given how instrumental his other project was in saving the world, but it still left Bazett scratching her head. Then again, most of the things the Clock Tower Lords did had that effect.

Today the miracle device had been reserved by the Isle of Skye’s permanent resident: Scathach. The immortal warrior had invited her to a one on one training session. “I wish to see exactly what about you impressed my student so much,” the Lancer had explained without room for argument or response. Bazett was surprised Cu had been bragging about her, wasn’t he still under the impression they hadn’t met? Or did he know all along and just sensed her hesitation? The question kept her occupied enough that she didn’t notice the footsteps approaching her.

“You seem distracted.” A smooth, feminine voice spoke from behind her as she mused in front of the simulator. “I expect focus during our training today, Divine Spirit.”

Bazett snapped out of her thoughts and turned to face her sparring partner. “If you want to fight a Divine Spirit then I’m going to disappoint-”

Scathach was no longer wearing her usual body suit. Instead the teacher adopted a more modern look: Short, skin tight spats that showed off her long, shapely legs and framed her bubbly behind, a deep crimson sports bra that left a canyon of plentiful cleavage and exposed her firm, taut middle, and her normally loose hair was tied up in a large ponytail that reached down past her waist. Bazett’s words were lost in her throat as she took in the view before her. She suddenly felt extremely overdressed and simultaneously delighted she stuck with her usual suit, if she was wearing anything else her sudden erection would have surely torn through it.

“Hm. Distracted again I see.” Scathach’s lips twitched in a repressed smile. “Come. I have already set the simulator for our session today.”

“R-right.”

——————

Bazett had been expecting an open, grassy field, or maybe a recreation of an ancient ruin for them to practice in. The field provided an ideal environment for an equal fight focused on nothing but ability. The ruin added a level of verticality and debris, environmental details that could be utilized by both parties. Was Scathach here to test her skill alone or cleverness in battle?

Instead, the simulator took the form of a mid-sized gymnasium. A few treadmills, pulldown bars, weight sets, and most importantly, a raised platform surrounded by ropes- a boxing ring. A place she knew well. The room had three walls, with the fourth being replaced with a large window overlooking a city she didn’t recognize. It was certainly a nice view, especially so once Scathach began a stretching routine in front of it.

“Master informs me that you fight with a combination of magecraft and boxing.” She began as she stretched her arms over her head, jutting her heavy chest forward. “As intriguing as it would be to fight you at your peak, I believe we should start with basic physical contact.” The longer haired woman bent over to touch the floor, in the process showing off the fat globes of ass-meat stuffed inside her short leggings. Bazett looked away in a mix of respect and embarrassment. “It has admittedly been some time since I faced someone as gifted as yourself in such closeness. I feel it best to shake off the rust before we begin in earnest.”

“…You’re distracted again, Enforcer.” Her soft voice suddenly was practically in Bazett’s ear, causing her to stumble back. Scathach let out a small chuckle. No wonder this woman was a candidate for the Assassin class! “Is there perhaps something bothering you?”

Bazett shook her head both in disagreement and to clear her mind. This was an honored, respected warrior, not someone who she should be sporting a massive hard-on for! After what happened with Master, Medusa, and Astraea, any more incidents would get her a reputation as some kind of fat dicked sex-fiend!

“I’m fine, thank you.” She focused her mind from the spearwoman’s soft and curvy body and onto the upcoming fight. “Are you ready?”

“Indeed. Are you not going to stretch?” Scathach inquired, slipping under the ropes and into the ring.

“Enforcers need to always be ready.” Bazett allowed herself to smile. “I’m as limber as I’ll ever be.” She joined the Lancer inside. “Now, let’s fight!”

——————

FWUMP

“And that makes seven.” Scathach stood over the dazed mage, having flipped her onto the mat near effortlessly. Again. “It seems I haven’t lost my touch.” She extended a hand, which Bazett took gratefully.

Years of effort had made the shorter haired woman one of the best brawlers alive, but that meant absolutely nothing compared to the immortal warrior of Skye. Every punch she threw, every feint she performed, Scathach anticipated and reacted accordingly. It was like fighting air with the amount of blows that she managed to land. In a way, it was humbling, to find someone so superior to her in her own specialty. In others, it was the most frustrated she’d been in her life- lives.

“Your skill is undeniable, but I’m sure that I can do better.” Bazett tracked back to her corner and opened the sports drink she placed there. “I will demonstrate my ability. Come on! Again!”

Scathach smiled again and took a loose, evasive stance. Bazett threw herself forward with a fist raised, once again meeting empty space. Before she could find her opponent again, a hand ran grabbed her rear.

“Mm, more plush than I expected.” Scathach whispered hotly into her ear. Bazett whipped around to elbow her, but Scathach had already jumped back. “Have you been ignoring your glutes, or are you just lucky?”

This time she went for a low blow, only for Scathach to jump over it gracefully. She didn’t take advantage of the opportunity, instead taking the opportunity to continue eyeing her up. A rushing uppercut was also met by a slip. This time she found Scathach’s deft hands on her breasts, squeezing them teasingly.

“And gifted above as well!” She praised as she ducked away from a headbutt. “But that’s not your only gift, is it?” She pushed her knee into Bazett’s and forced her leg to the ground, then grabbed her by the collar and forced her back into the mat. Before Bazett could recover she felt a weight on her sternum- Scathach had mounted her, back turned to her. Dominating the majority of her view was the curve of Scathach’s fat behind wiggling and jiggling as she shifted atop the pinned woman. There was the sound of a belt unlinking and a pull on her pants, and suddenly the Lancer’s real goal was clear as day.

The moment her pants were clear Bazett’s oversized polearm shot straight up into the air, her thick tip lightly smacking Scathach in the face as it did so. The first hit she’d landed all day, the boxer realized with a hint of annoyance. Unseen to her, the more experienced Servant was licking her lips.

“Now this is a true weapon! An insatiable organ that turns Master and Servant alike into cock-craving semen suckers.” Scathach ran her hands over the hyper-sized length lightly, causing Bazett to shiver lightly. “…Some Servants, anyhow. I look forward to claiming you as my own, Bazett Fraga McRemitz. You may have won my student over, but I assure you that will be mine before we leave this simulation.”

“I do not belong to- ach?!” Bazett’s protests were interrupted by Scathach shoving her monstrous semen pump under her sports bra, trapping several inches between her soft tits and pressing them together using the tight top. “Haugh, is this how you train your students?!”

Scathach let out another chuckle, but this one took a huskier tone. “No, so few live up to my standards. You are a unique case. Master spoke extremely highly of your virility, and the children growing within her speak for themselves. I’m going to drain you until these overly productive sperm silos are completely empty.”

With that she pushed her breasts together and made her perfect tit-pussy even tighter. Bazett screwed her eyes shut in effort to resist blowing her load immediately, causing a low grooooooannnnn of protest from her eager testicles. Her balls had already filled up to the bursting after all the teasing and showing off Scathach had done, and they were eager to cover her with their contents as fast as possible! The packed spheres were churning their heavy brew and just begging to coat the warm welcoming tits currently wrapped around her cock!

But Bazett wasn’t going to give in easily, especially after getting her ass handed to her for the better part of the past hour. Something Scathach seemed to quickly notice as she suddenly began to raise her ass into the air, switching from a kneel into a squat. Now her fat butt was even closer to the pseudo-Servant’s face, mere inches away- and then she did something unexpected. With Bazett’s girthy bitch breaker still nestled within her top, Scathach began to twerk. The waves that traveled across her immense globes of ass as her cheeks clap, clap, clapped, together were hypnotic, each independently wobbling like gelatin in an earthquake while Scathach moved. The entire time her cock-head was roughly moved within the compact prison of the teacher’s angel soft tiddies, causing the futa’s resistance to crack and precum to begin coating the large, perky spheres.

“Master taught me this once I donned my bunny suit for the first time. Perhaps if you satisfy me today I’ll show you the other things she’s informed me of? Modern humans have endless creativity when it comes to subjects like this.”

For another minute the Enforcer watched Scathach dance with a slackjawed expression. Admittedly Medusa had a bigger butt, but Scathach knew how to use her’s to keep her partner captivated. Bazett wanted to grab that ginormous behind and maul it as she pounded into it, wanted the ripples on the surface to be because of her own actions rather than just happening in front of her. But-

But…

But what was stopping her? The fact that Scathach was pushing to the brink of orgasm by jostling her tip inside her squishy chest-hole? Since when had pleasure prevented her from acting?!

Instantly the hold Scathach had established on her was broken. Bazett grabbed hold of the meaty ass in front of her, but rather than taking the time to enjoy the way her hands sunk into their flesh she pushed. The other Servant toppled off her awkwardly, freeing her cock from her pleasure-prison. Bazett stood up, her enormous cock hanging in front of her like a bat.

“Stand, Warrior of Skye.” She said to the woman still on the ground. “We are not done.”

Scathach sighed. “I apologize if I wounded your pride earlier. You are talented, but there’s only so much a person can learn in a lifetime, let alone your short few years.” She stood up as well. “I had assumed you were enjoying our little sexual spar, but if you wish to stop-”

“I didn’t say that.” Bazett took a step closer and pushed her tip against Scathach’s spat-encased thighs. “It was… enticing. But if you want me and my ‘weapon’, then I’m taking control here.”

Scathach’s steely gaze met her own decidedly neutral one. Both were searching for a sign of weakness, and for a few tense moments Bazett was sure Scathach was about to flip her again and leave the room in an unsatisfied huff. But before that happened, Scathach’s seemingly unreadable eyes darted downward towards the leaking, throbbing tip pushing against her thighs and the massive, audibly chuuuuurning testes that hung low and heavy beneath it.

The famous warrior of the Ulster Cycle had flinched in the face of her hyper-huge cock. Unconsciously or not, Scathach began to spread her legs open enough for Bazett’s breeding battering ram to slip between them. Not one to waste an opening, the mage thrust a full foot between her thighs, forcing Scathach to straddle the huge girth. Once again for a nearly imperceptible moment her stoic expression broke, eyes widening slightly as she felt the powerful throbs of the cock that had claimed her Master push against her lower body. But it was only for a moment.

“You speak with confidence.” Scathach’s smooth voice spoke as if she wasn’t having to stand bow-legged on a phallus only slightly less round than her thigh. “Very well, I will play along. For now.”

The intense, wet heat Bazett felt through the thin material betrayed her, however. The Lancer was already dripping onto her phallus like a pipe with a small leak.

“Off with the spats and bend over.” Bazett began to take off her gloves and undo her tie. “I am going to show you what happens when you mess with a Clock Tower Seal Enforcer!”

The mentor did as she was told, discarding her soaked bottoms and bending over by her corner, using the ropes as hand holds. Bazett approached with a renewed confidence and slapped her mighty bitch-spreader between the wobbly cheeks that had been used against her moments earlier, though her sheer size meant her tip was brushing up against the base of Scathach’s ponytail.

“I see you really did enjoy watching me bounce my huge, clappable cheeks.” Scathach’s voice was playful again as wiggled her hips. If she was intimidated by the fact her partner was packing a fuck-pole longer than her torso and half as thick, she didn’t show it.

As much as she was enjoying the weighty, doughy mass of Scathach’s ass on her cock, the dripping wetness of the teasing teacher was a temptation Bazett had no desire to deny. She took a large step back, then another, and then finally lined herself up with Scathach’s soaked folds. Part of her wanted to tease the shorter woman in revenge by refusing to push herself inside until she begged. But that thought was up against the frustration and desire rolling inside Bazett’s chest, which demanded she upstage Scathach in right here and now.

So she pushed herself forward. Immediately Scathach let out a quick, breathless gasp as her cunt was stretched further than it had ever been by the pseudo-Servant’s ridiculous cocktip. “T-taking it slow, hm? More time for you to fall before my perfect pussy, Enforcer. Your stupidly huge sperm hose won’t protect you from my ultra-soft cock-hug.” Her attempt at saving face was ruined by the way her voice broke.

“Where did you even learn to speak like this?” Bazett questioned as she took a small step forwards.

“Master is as much my teacher as she, haa…, as is my student.” She explained as her walls convulsed around the massive intruder. “Ghn, just how much more of that thing is there!?”

“We’re almost halfway.” Bazett tried to keep the laugh out of her voice. She’d already hit Scathach’s womb and just kept pushing, forcing her body to stretch dramatically to accept the length currently being fed to it. Nearly two feet in and the formerly confident woman’s legs were beginning to shake. “You’re right about one thing. This pussy is one of the best I’ve ever had.”

“Really? Ngh!” Scathach grit her teeth as a sudden extra step forward bumped her cervix and sent a jolt of sheer bliss to her brain.

“Yes. I look forward to… how would Master put it?” Bazett took a second to think. “Draining my overfull sperm sacks into your overconfident breed hole.”

Scathach almost laughed, but found the wind taken out of her as the woman permanently reshaping her took a large step forward. Finally their hips met, sending a small wobble through the bent woman's ass. It felt like she was being split in half by one of the balance beams in the corner of the gym, except this was dumping a steady river of murky precum directly into her womb. Despite having not moved for several minutes she was gasping for air- but she hadn’t cum. No, she wasn’t going to concede that easily.

“I can kiss your head through my skin. Your size truly is impressive, but as I said before, you will need more than that to-”

SMACK

“UWOOOOGGGHHH?!”

Bazett had given her behind a quick, sharp spank, causing it to jiggle freely once again, and for her to finally spray the ring and her partner with a deluge of her clear honey.

“Hm. I thought you would be tougher after all that bravado.” She murmured, reveling in the feeling of the warm, overstretched walls spasming around her. “I haven’t even breached your womb yet.”

Scathach felt the invading monster begin to retreat, but instead of relief a pang of anxiety struck her.

“Wait-”

And suddenly everything was pushed right back inside her like a tightly wound bolt. Scathach felt her grip slipping on both reality and the ropes.

“Ghunnnnn…!”

“And once more…”

“Wuh, wuhaai-”

PLAP

The most intense pleasure Scathach had felt in her hundreds of years shot to her brain like a lighting strike. Her vision faded, her grip failed, and she flopped onto the ground with her meaty ass perched into the air. Bazett had entered her womb with absolute ease, defiling her innermost sanctum like sticking a spear through a flower bag. Her eyes unfocused and jaw went slack as her mind began to process the utter ecstasy the futanari was putting her through.

“Just as I thought. Only a bit tougher than Master.” Bazett said with a bit of smugness. Not that Scathach could hear her over the sheer force of her orgasm. The short-haired woman remained still for a moment as her lover calmed down. Only when the small ha’s and mmms die down and Scathach begin to return to the waking world did she move once again, pulling back a good foot of steel-hard girl dick.

“Ugh… I can feel you pulling my womb down.” Scathach managed to force out breathlessly. “It’s like you’re, hnnnng!, claiming my baby maker as your cock-cushion…”

Right. Baby maker. Suddenly the fire inside her was doused by the cold reality of her actions. As tempting as it was to pump a couple of gallons of her hyper-fertile jizz into yet another famous legend, it was probably best to switch to her ass before she took yet another Servant off the frontline with maternity leave…

‘Always so responsible.’ A voice spoke in Bazett’s head. It was her own, but smoother and cooler. ‘Have you forgotten why I chose you? You have the chance to give, Bazett. I had believed you would enjoy bringing new life to the world.’

Bazett stopped in place. The God sharing her body made a tempting offer, why stop halfway? Because she was one of Chaldea’s top spear users, of course. But…

“…I see.” Scathach spoke suddenly. She had recovered rather quickly from the mind-bending oragsm. “You, ngh, want me to beg.”

What? No, she was trying to decide if recklessly impregnating another Servant was a good idea-

“You’re far better at, haaa, this than I ever anticipated.” Scathach attempted to look at her from the ground. “Very well then. Please, pound me into a puddle! Use my ass as a crash-cushion for your hips as you pump this horse-shaming monster inside me! I don’t want to leave this room until my Spirit Origin is imprinted with the feeling of you rearranging my inners! For the love of the Gods, fuck me!” She emphasized by once again wiggling her behind.

That reignited her fire and then some. Bazett grabbed hold of Scathach’s ponytail and yanked it back as she once again slammed into the warrior. Her balls churned heavily, knowing that their sticky payload was going right where it counted. Plap, plap, plap, Bazett’s hips met Scathach’s and her cock bulge scraped along the ground as she thoroughly ravaged the womb wrapped around her tip.

“Gh, you want this more than I do, don’t you?” Bazett asked with another forceful pull. Scathach simply moaned, another orgasm washing over her. “You could have, mmn, simply asked, you know.”

After all the denial, teasing, and back and forth, Bazett was fully on edge. Her heavy sacks of churned nut-butter were starting to rise and she felt herself approaching the point of no return rapidly. And just like she had in that old inn, she embraced it fully. “Here it comes, the semen you’ve been craving!”

“HannGGGGHHHH!!!” Was Scathach’s only response. Her mind was awash with pleasure, and if she heard the warning it only served to make her cum harder.

Bazett hilted herself inside once more, pushing her thick, throbbing head into the ring mat alongside Scathach’s middle and womb. Sperm rocketed up her urethra, making the long journey up her distended cum tube as fast as it possibly could, seeking the chance to knock up yet another Servant. Her shaft bloated even wider, her hands gripped the hyper-soft cushions infront of her, and finally, release.

“GNNNNNNN! FINALLLLLY!” Scathach yelled as the first thick rope of Fraga genes hit the roof of her reproductive pocket like a rocket. As per usual with Bazett’s magically perfected sperm-factories, the stretched organ was instantly filled and forced to swell with the amount of cum being forced inside her. Scathach’s unfocused face was pushed into the mat as Bazett have a few more hearty thrusts to keep her orgasm going. The Lancer could feel her middle swelling rapidly, soon approaching the floor her head rested on. And it brought on the most powerful orgasm she’d ever had, the second time that record had been set in 10 minutes. As more and more of that thick, teacher breeding slop filled her, an intense heat and fullness came over her. Two small spaces on the gravid sphere of her belly tingled unnaturally, followed by a series of pinches. So this is what Astraea meant…

When her orgasm came to a stop, Bazett didn’t uncork Scathach’s cervix. The ring of muscle had been downwards by the potent load and now the majority of the futanari’s pride was bathing in its own product. Not a drop had leaked, but a puddle of Scathach’s juices had formed around them.

“…Y-you’re still hard.” Scathach felt the still throbbing beast inside her as she came down from her second mind-shattering orgasm chain of the day. She was recovering extremely quickly from the same pleasure that had knocked a Greek Goddess out cold. Maybe Bazett had underestimated her, although not as much as Scathach had underestimated the boxer.

“Did you really think a single round would be enough to satisfy me?” Bazett asked rhetorically, reaching down to palm Scathach’s tits through her sports bra. “It takes a lot more than a single womb-filling to empty me. You should speak with Caren, she’s been the one taking care of me since I arrived.”

Scathach shuddered. For the first time in her long, long life, she had bitten off more than she could chew.

And she wouldn’t take that mistake back for anything.

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“MORE! STIR THE OCEAN OF YOUR COCK MUCK INSIDE ME! TURN MY WOMB INTO A REPOSITORY FOR YOUR GENES!” Scathach yelled. Bazett had taken over to the gym's window and placed her in a full nelson, slamming her hyper-futa girth up into her new breeding buddy while forcing her to look out over the landscape. It would be embarrassing if anyone could actually make them out this high up… and if it wasn’t a simulation.

With every rapid pound of the taller woman’s hips, ripples were sent all over Scathach’s body. Her thick thighs and massive cum-belly were in constant motion, wobbling and jiggling enticingly. Bazett’s cock-bulge rapidly jumped in and out of her vision in time with her thrusts, the humongous thing reaching up to her face and then some when fully sheathed inside her.

This position was foreign to Scathach. She’d let her partners lead on the rare occasion, but never had she let them exercise enough control to pin her legs uselessly upwards while they pounded her depths. It was one of many firsts for her today, and yet another she found herself liking far more than she could have ever expected.

“From mindless to, ha, begging for more in a single day, you’re as impressive as Ritsuka…” Bazett grunted.

Scathach responded by clamping down and moaning excessively once again. Her eyes rolled up into her head, her jaw dropped, drool began to roll down her chin- a picture perfect ahego, though she was spared the shame of it being seen since Bazett was behind her.

“Ghn, loosen up, I’m close. Need to hold on-” Did she? Scathach was already pregnant, the late term multiples sized semen tent that was her stomach could attest to that.

The low pitched rumbling and groaning of Bazett’s laden testicles were the only warning of her second orgasm of the day. More of her overexcited sperm joined its brethren inside the fertile fields of the Warrior of Skye, causing her to swell even larger for a few moments. Finally the pressure became too much, thick rivers of cum escaping past the tight seal Bazett’s bitch breaker formed alongside Scathach’s tight cervix. In seconds a puddle of semen formed at her feet.

“UHN, YES! KNOCK ME UP! I’LL BEAR YOU THE STRONGEST CHILDREN IN CENTURIES!”

…She could get used to hearing this.

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After her second load tapered out, Bazett dragged the cum-drunk and swollen Scathach over to the showers to drain her. It would be a few hours before she deflated and truly returned to her senses. In the meantime, the boxer needed a cold shower to rinse off the sweat she’d accumulated and stave off her further urges. Two rounds hadn’t been enough, and she wasn’t going to subject Scathach to a third. Not on her first time, at least.

“Heya, Baz. I see your training with Teach went well.”

Bazett nearly jumped out of the shower stall. At some point Ritsuka had joined the simulation with them and had managed to sneak up on her. The pregnant Master was beginning to show, a noticeable roundness had appeared on her formally trim stomach.

…How was she going to explain what happened this time?

“Master,” the naked futanari began, “I will take full responsibility-”

“Apology accepted. Scathach wanted this anyways, she just expected it to take longer- and expected to be on top.” Ritsuka chuckled. “I tried to warn her a she-stud like you wouldn’t take her normal method standing down, but she insisted on trying. Though with the faces she was making I don’t think she was mad about being turned into one of your breed-holes!”

“…You were watching us?”

“Rules are rules, always need to have someone monitoring. You won’t believe the amount of times this thing’s suddenly summoned monsters when it shouldn’t.”

“So who’s watching us now?”

“Mash. And she’s super jealous, just like I thought. Don’t be surprised if the moment we’re done with this Lostbelt stuff she breaks down your door and asks for a round or five. Anyways, Master wants some shower sex! Gape my ass wide and fuck me so deep I can taste you!”

Notes:

Tried to lean into dirty talk more here. Bazett doesn’t seem the type to engage in it, but I think Scathach and the narration make up for it.

Chapter 22: Asks #2

Summary:

As per usual, lines for time skips, stars for ask separation. Please read the asks before the responses, as I did not include tags.

Notes:

Tried a few different methods of responding this time. Typically I try to make the asked character respond directly, but I also have one where I break that rule and created a scene based on the ask. It, as it seems many things do, got away from me a bit.

From InvitedGuest?: Lakshmi Bai, I know your luck tends to be bad and land you in unfortunate situation, but even so I gotta ask, how did manage not only somehow slip and stumble all the way from the girls side of the bathhouse to the men's side? But also somehow managed to end up impaling your butt right on Ritsuka's cock?

Lakshmi blushed furiously. “T-that’s, uhm… not wrong…” The normally composed woman wrung her hands. After a moment she took a deep breath and calmed herself, although her blush didn’t fade in the slightest. “I was just leaving the communal bathrooms at the Enma-Tei when Parvarti dropped her soap. Kama kicked it away, and it happened to slide right under my foot, and I went spiraling straight across the hall and right into Master! I dropped my towel in shock, and before I knew it his…” her voice sputtered. “His penis was between buttocks. I tried to get off him but my foot was still slippery from the soap and… well…”

At this point she was more red than her cloak. “He ended up inside me. My rotten luck embarrassed me in front of two different Goddesses…”

“You’re forgetting the part where you two fucked for the next half hour.” Kama poked her head in. “We had to pull you two apart because he was gonna miss his simulator appointment.”

“Well, I hardly- that is-”

“Are you gonna pass off the anal pounding you got as a couple hundred consecutive slips?” Kama crossed her arms in front of her prestigious bust. “Master was grabbing your tight ass like it was his property.”

Lakshmi sighed. “I suppose there’s no use denying that, since I was already atop him, I decided to enjoy myself a bit. He’s quite gifted down there…” She let a small smile slip while she thought back to the incident. As sudden as their coupling was, Ritsuka slid effortlessly into it. He soothed her embarrassment while simultaneously groping her behind and thrusting gently into her, spreading her ass wide but making sure she was comfortable… Lakshmi learned rather quickly why so many Servants were intimate with him, even if their romantic interests lay elsewhere. She rubbed her thighs together wondering what he could do when they lay together on purpose, rather than by un(?)lucky accident…

“Some girls have all the luck.” Kama sighed, leaving and slamming the door behind her. Suddenly, a leg of the Saber’s chair gave way and sent her toppling to the ground in a dazed heap.

“Ugh…” No Master cushion this time…

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From Bob: Baobhan Sith, is it true that you were still upset at Castoria for beating you back in Britain, and so you got Morgan to use her magic to give you a special, "high spec" Futa cock for you to use on her once you tricked her with an invite to your room? How many days did you spend using her as your personal cocksock until you were satsfied?

“Well, you already seem to know the details, so why ask?” The redheaded Fae Knight brushed some hair out of her eye. “Yeah, Mother gave me what I needed to show that little upstart that her show in Gloucester was a fluke.” She gestured to the spire between her legs, a humongous pillar of pale cock flesh adorned with rounded black growths on its flanks. Despite their inhuman, or rather, un-fae-like appearance, the nubs throbbed alongside the rest of her generous endowment, as if they were also flesh and blood. As if to add to the strangeness of her “high spec” penis, there were no testicles between her legs, even though her cockhead dripped sticky pre as it flexed with its owner’s heartbeat. “This sort of thing was nothing to her! Best cock Proper Human History has ever seen, and she barely even had to think about it!”

“And ‘tricked’ is a harsh word, I just challenged her to another magecraft duel and she came running. The bumpkin’s so predictable. Sure those magecraft bombs of her’s hurt, but once I got those rags off it was as easy as slapping her bubble butt and dropping my dick on her face.” A hearty splurt of precum erupted from her tip, arced into the air, and hit the ground with a loud splat. “She didn’t fit me at first, not like she could ever hope to stand a chance against Mother's magic. It took me hours just to break her in fully, let alone actually begin showing her who the real top mage is…”

The Archer smirked. “As for how many days it took to satisfy me? I haven’t found that out yet. It’s been two weeks and I’ve only let her out when Master needed her, and she’s come back like the good little puppy she is each time. She doesn’t realize she’s lost and is totally addicted yet, it’s adorable! When she’s staring up at me all angrily while I’m stirring up her guts and throat, or when she tries to backtalk me when I’m punishing her pussy, it’s so cute. I even bought her a collar!” She produced the neckwear from… somewhere. It was a dog's collar the same shade of red as her hair with a silver tag reading ‘Baobhan’s Bitch’. “She’ll only get it when she finally gives in, though. Orrrrrr maybe I’ll take away her dick-sucking privileges until she decides to permanently include it in her Saint Graph? Ha ha ha ha, either way I can’t wait!”

Baobhan spun the collar around a finger. The events of Faerie Britain hadn’t gone her way at all, but this Chaldea thing? It was a good second chance to put things right. That adorable, frustrating, ultra-talented cock sucking mage was where she belonged.

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From someone (sic): Shirou, care to explain how you managed to end up with both Rin and Medusa worshipping your cock? From what we heard the two of them had been attacking you at first so how it go from that to this?

Shiro sat at the edge of his yard, legs spread wide so the two women could suck and stroke his phallus with ease. The tall, seductive Medusa was currently sucking at his tip while the cute tsundere Rin was lathering his balls with spit. “I’m not sure… Rider tied me up and locked me in another room. After that they argued for a while, and then Tohsaka dragged me out here and took off my pants. They stopped fighting each other at least.”

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20 minutes earlier

“I was ordered not to kill Shiro Emiya, injury and dismemberment were still allowed by my Master.”

“Those chain spikes of yours nearly took out his eye!”

“It would have kept him away from the war-”

“And you didn’t think to just tie him up until I suggested it?!”

“You were also attacking him before I arrived.”

“At worst he’d be sleeping for a month or two. Muscular atrophy is better than permanent disability!”

Silence passed through the Emiya household courtyard. The tension between the Magus and Servant was palpable. After a few more moments to stew in her indignation, Rin took a calming breath and began to speak.

“I can tell you’re low on mana. Go back to your Master, I promise you Emiya will be safe in the Tohsaka family mansion. You have my word.”

“You are equally depleted, if my senses do not deceive me. Perhaps you should let a Servant take care of him?”

‘Great.’ Rin thought, digging a heel into the gravel in frustration. ‘Stalemate. Now what are we going to do? It’s not like I can get… more mana…’

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Shiro's head jerked back as suddenly Medusa took him to the base. “Gah! C-can someone please explain what’s going on?”

Rin spat out one of his balls, thin lines spit connecting her lips to his sack. “Be quiet, Emiya. This is business.”

It would be hours before the pair let him go, balls drained completely dry. Shiro wasn’t quite sure who the mysterious woman known as Rider was or why Rin insisted on sucking him off, and started asking a lot of questions that lead to yet another fight over him. Who actually got temporary ownership of the ignorant hero of justice depends on who you ask…

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From DonScripted: Hey Ritsuka it's been almost a week since your "partnership" with Illya started, how has that been going? Aside from the "rough" first encounter, being unable to leave the mansion grounds, and being kept apart from your servants we've heard you've been catered and attended very well to during your stay at her mansion. Though we are curious about how you always being invited to her quarters at night alongside her maids, anything interesting happening? Some odd noises have been noted to be heard from their, despite the walls being rather thick.

Comms had been hard to bring online, especially with the protective spells that seemed to line every inch of the ornate house’s walls. It took Da Vinci days to crack them enough just to transmit to Mash, and even longer to finally get through to the Master. It was easy to guess he was in a more heavily warded area, which was cause for worry, but…

“I’m fine! I’m glad they’re treating Mash alright, they’re really insistent I stay in this wing of the mansion and away from her. Illya- That is, Illyasviel von Eiznbern, who owns the place- needed some help with an issue. Since we still don’t know the cause of the Singularity and she says that she’ll help us out once it’s fixed, I figured we’d work with her for now. You know me, I’ll figure something out. Tell Mash I miss her!”

The communication line cut. From the doorway to his room, one of Illya’s twin maids stared at the Chaldean blankly. “Mistress Illyasviel requests your presence.”

Ritsuka turned to face her, not at all surprised that he’d been caught. Nothing seemed to slip by his captors. “What, no comment on the call?”

“The Mistress has deemed you are trustworthy. It would not do to worry your companions, and as such we lowered security to allow for the connection.” She explained flatly. “I must insist you accompany me to the Master Bedroom now. We can discuss matters after.”

“Lead the way, Sella.”

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The usual scene greeted Ritsuka once he entered the lavish room- Illya lying on her bed, pushing Leysritt’s face between her legs and moaning excessively, her vocalizations echoing against the ornate walls. Sella announced their entrance with a simple “Fujimaru has arrived.”

“Gh, get him ready! Quick!”

“Of course.” Sella began the long, complicated process of taking off her maid dress.

The already naked Leysritt picked the Master up like he weighed little more than a towel and threw him onto the bed. “I’ve been waiting for this all day. You’re surpassed my expectations, guest.”

The maid stripping him competed for one of the most sexy women he’d ever met, which was a major accomplishment: Two humongous breasts usually kept bound under her uniform, a fat, jiggly ass and thick, head crushing thighs all topped off with a cute, slightly stoic face. The maid who was stripping herself reminded him more of Raikou, a perfect amount of chub on her stomach and hips so wide they seemed like they should cause a lot more accidents then they did.

“Good enough to see my friends?” He ventured as the bustier maid pulled down his pants.

“No.” Selle responded simply, leaving no room for argument.

“I told you already. You’ll get to see them as soon as I’m free of this crappy curse!” Illya shouted, marching over to her desk to scribble something down. “I don’t know what kind of Caster they summoned, cursing me to be this freaking horny!” After a few more moments of scribbling she hooked three fingers inside herself as she continued to work.

Unlike her maids, Illyasviel was best described as cute rather than sexy. Short, petite, with the same silver-white hair of her maids, but absolutely adorable in the few moments Ritsuka had seen her not utterly consumed by this magically induced lust.

“Maybe I’d be more cooperative if I- gh, soft…” the not-so-identical twins had pressed his cock between their breasts in order to get him ready for their master, with Leysritt’s considerably larger pair dominating the space. Not that Sella seemed to care.

“You have been very cooperative thus far. Please don’t make us force you into helping.” Sella’s voice was cool and unemotional despite the threat.

“I imagine you do not need reminding of what we can do after your initial escape attempt?” Leysritt joined in. She let drool fall from her mouth to make the ongoing titjob smoother.

“Yeah, I know… Worth a shot.”

Illya grunted in frustration both sexual and aggressive, before turning to her maids. “I’m riding him until he’s limp or I’m able to think straight again. I’m this close to figuring out how the hell she did it…”

Illya thrust herself upon him without warning as her maids cleared the way. While visually the other women were more attractive, Illya’s tight, welcoming pussy was far and above the best. Ritsuka had been fucking her for a week straight and it hasn’t lost even the slightest bit of it’s allure.

“Haaaaaa… that’s the spooooootttttt…” The Eiznberg groaned in relief as pushed herself down. “Ughhhhhh, so goooood…”

“I’ll be taking his face.” Sella declared, and suddenly Ritsuka’s vision was blocked by the more stoic maid’s ass. Admittedly there was no punishment for just sitting there, Illya had assured him that their partnership was dependent on helping with her magically induced nymphomania, but how could he ignore the desire-slick lower lips in front of him?

“Sella!” Leysritt’s muffled voice reached his ears. “I told you I’ve been waiting all day-”

“And you can wait a bit longer. Our guest has proven his skill at cunnilingus, and you had your turn first yesterday.” Sella declared, voice uncharacteristically high.

“Both of you, please stop fighting! I can’t-haaaaaaahn- get off when you’re arguing!” Both maids fell silent at their mistress’ request.

Ritsuka knew that he should probably be using this time to plan an escape, bargain for better terms, hell anything but eating Sella’s meaty pussy out and enjoying the sensation of Illya pounding herself on his cock. But as much as this was a prison, he couldn’t deny just how good it felt to be these three’s boy toy. Three hot, delicious meals a day, nightly orgies, and no need to worry about getting killed in an ambush or something… he’d need to get back to work once Illya broke this spell, but he’d enjoy every second he could before she did.

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From Kazumaa: If Bazet went for the full sex/impregnation marathon until exhaustion how long could she go before exhausting her over productive balls? (Continuation of chapters 15 and 21)

“I don’t know.” She answered simply. “The Fraga clan typically selects its successor by breeding with many, then selecting the most apt child produced to become heir to their magic. I’m not really interested in that though… or at least, I wasn’t.” She admitted sheepishly, averting her eyes. “When I was human, the longest I ever lasted was five rounds, and that was after I spent two weeks unable to relieve myself. But ever since I became a pseudo-Servant it’s been different. My ‘inheritance’ has required a lot more attention.”

A bit of a blush crept into her cheeks. “Thankfully, Master, Caren, Scathach, and Medusa have helped relieve me. Astrea occasionally joins in, but she seems dedicated to remaining in the field despite her pregnancy. It’s a bit shameful to have taken so many Servants away from the front…”

Her eyes flashed gold for a moment. “But I don’t mind that much. After all the destruction I’ve caused, it’s rather nice to create.” And just as quickly they returned to their normal soft reds. “I probably shouldn’t talk about this more… I don’t want to pull anyone from their work to help me.” A low groaaaaaaaannnnnn of need emanated from somewhere unseen, but close. “Ugh. Anymore than I already have to.”

Notes:

Originally I wasn’t going to include the Bazett one, but after the most recent JP event dropped her in a towel suddenly I was motivated to give her something. All one thousand of us Seal Enforcer fans are eating good.

As for Illya, I have two different adult versions of her: One is a short, petite girl who’s basically just regular Illya but with the appropriate body for her age, and the other is a more mature but secretly playful woman with curves more like her mother’s. Like how I default to Archer Nobu, I’m probably going to write the closer to canon one unless specified.

Chapter 23: The Proper Place For a Warlord (Okita/Nobu)

Summary:

Based on a prompt for LycanKnightBlade2017. Futa Okita/Nobu. Contains cock worship and soft domming.

Notes:

A bit shorter of a fill this time. I was going to open up another shorts chapter with this, but it felt too long to call a “short”.

Chaldea wasn’t particularly known for its sane and sensible Servants. The seemingly adjusted and caring big sister types had anger issues or could be outright delusional, the wise older Servants had badly repressed and irrational competitive streaks or a penchant for decapitating their own subordinates, and what few Servants that were firmly rooted in reality tended to be easily roped into the misadventures of others. And that was those who appeared normal.

But no matter who you asked, one clique of Servants stood at the height of unapologetic hijinks.

BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG

A series of musket shots rang out in the artificial grassland of the Simulator, each gun casually discarded after firing a single shot. Oda Nobunaga stood before Saito Hajime, aiming yet another firearm at the swordsman.

“Hahahaha! Oh you’re good!” The Archer cheered. “But you’ll have to try better than that to beat me!”

BANG

Another shot met nothing but air. Nobu tossed the used musket and raised another that hadn’t existed a few seconds ago-

“What are you even doing, Nobbu?” An annoyed voice cut in. Okita Souji stood behind the Daimyo with her arms folded.

“Uh… shooting at your buddy?” She answered sarcastically.

BANG

Hajime leaned away from the shot, causing the round to join several dozen wasted shots in the grass. “Phew, that one almost had me!”

“You keep aiming for his chest, you dummy!” Okita scolded her. “How are we going to train if you keep aiming for the same spot!”

Nobu scoffed. “Any army worth fighting will have trained their soldiers to aim for the biggest part of the body. We might be made up of spirt-whatevers now, but we still need our hearts!”

BANG

Hajime didn’t even move as the bullet flew just over his shoulder. After a moment he smiled.

“Ok. Badass.” The short woman conceded. “But you made miss!”

“I made you miss?” The swordswoman asked incredulously. “You haven’t hit a single shot all day!”

“We’re evasion training, that just means he’s good at it!”

“Not when you keep shooting the same place every time!”

“I’m sorry if I’m too accurate for you, maybe I should start coughing every time I pick up a musket?”

Saito sighed and sat down on the grass. They’d be like this for a while…

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“Woof, here’s your steak!” Tamamo Cat handed the pair servings of their lunch. As Saber and Archer sat down to partake, Okita took a large bite and-

“Pweh! Eh? This is chicken!” She asked incredulously.

“Wahaha!” Nobu laughed, ignoring the flecks of bird on her shirt. “You still haven’t learned that nothing that fox says can be trusted?”

“Dog!” The Berserker in question cried from the kitchen.

“See!”

“Hmph. You would have made the same mistake.”

“If it helps your chicken go down better.” Nobu took a bite. “What the…? This tastes like fish!”

“Huh? Oh sorry, that was meant for me!” Cat hopped over the railing (knocking down an innocent staff member in the process), grabbed Nobu’s plate, and slid the fish-chicken into her mouth all at once. “Mmmm, dhelichious!”

“Better go get in line.” Okita taunted.

Nobu grumbled something to herself about gunpowder and grabbed another plate.

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“Ha!”

“Hiya!”

“Haaaaaaa- ha!”

“Annnnd strike!”

“Bap.”

“Love-40!” An electronic voice declared from the tv screen, where a crude representation of Nobu and her older Avenger form cheered for their point over Okita and Okita Alter’s avatars. “Break point!”

“Ugh, how are you so good at this?” Okita complained as Nobu served the ball with her remote. As the ball came her way she swing her remote down like her sword, hitting the ball back at her opponents.

“You expect me to spill my secrets to the enemy?” Nobu declared, lazily shaking her remote and achieving the same effect.

“You must be cheating!” The Saber swung her arm up, causing the controller to slip out of her hand. “W-wait!”

“The pro-team wins!”

“Yes!” The Archer cried triumphantly, raising her hands in the air and knocking off her hat. “An inevitable result!”

“So much for Okita’s great victory…”

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It was late, now. Okita and Nobu retired to their shared room (“What, it saves on space! That’s all!”) for the night. Okita had put on some cheesy action movie about a man in an ugly orange tracksuit pretending to shoot at criminals, while Nobu read over a historical account of how the Tokugawa finally fell and Japan was united. Better late than never…

She was pulled from her reading, however, when Okita shifted closer to her on their shared bed (“Really, only one bed, Master? I told you, there’s nothing going on! Okita will sleep on the floor”). “Nobbbbuuuu…” She called softly.

The warlord felt a now-familiar tingle in her nethers at the sound of her name. The Saber only used that tone for one reason. “Y-yes, Okita?”

“My ‘katana’ is missing its ‘saya’…” The Saber continued, voice now taking on a husky edge, “…and I’m sure you’re yearning just as hard. Why don’t you reunite them for a good, long while?”

Nobu glanced over at her lover (RIVAL!) and saw a large steadily growing beneath the covers. The hidden pole pulsed with need while its owner looked at her expectantly. Just the veiled sight of Souji’s enormous fuckstick caused droplets of warm desire to drip from the Archer’s naked pussy (sleeping naked in the same bed as your rival is normal! Normal! Gahhhh you’re not listening at all anymore, are you?!) and onto the bed sheets. Immediately the book was forgotten, and Nobu crawled under the covers to the space between the manslayer’s supple, similarly naked thighs.

The imposing cockhead forced the normally boisterous Servant into silence as she stared at it for a brief moment. She could just go back to her book, tell Okita no…

“What’s taking so long, Nobbu?” Okita asked simply. There was no implication of punishment or force if Nobu didn’t comply, just genuine confusion on why she hadn’t started worshiping the gargantuan sperm spewer in front of her yet.

And just like that, any thought of returning to her side of the bed was forgotten. Nobu began her practiced routine, slowly yet deliberately coating the powerful, meaty dick with her saliva in careful licks. Her hands lightly played with Okita’s sack and pussy, gently fingering her and massaging her balls into brewing up the thickest, most potent batch of throat clogging muck they possibly could. It wasn’t just worship of the first unit captain’s gigantic genitals, it was a ritual, one meant to remind Nobu of her place.

Eventually all of the broad flanks and powerful veins were slick with spit. The proud Archer squished her cheek against the side of the thick base and looked up expectantly towards the woman who had claimed her.

“Mm, good job as always.” Okita cooed, only glancing down for a moment at the silent, devout worshiped resting against erection. “You can keep going now. I know you can take it all now, so give me your best.” Yet again, it wasn’t a threat. Under different circumstances it might have come across as encouragement. There wasn’t a single doubt in Okita’s mind: Nobu would never even think about defying her when they were together like this.

And as usual she was correct. Oda Nobunaga, proud Daimyo and damn near uniter of all Japan, opened her maw wide and began to force inch after throat-stretching inch of cockmeat inside her greedy mouth. Her tiny neck bulged around the intruder as it entered her esophagus, but at this point she was so experienced she didn’t even gag. More and more of that towering phallus disappeared into her seemingly bottomless gullet until finally her nose brushed against Okita’s pelvis.

‘Here it comes…’ Nobu thought to herself. ‘The part I hate (love) the most… the part I always dread (anticipate) each night…’

Okita placed a light hand on the back of her head and ruffled her hair, before gently beginning to stroke her long black locks. “Mm, you’ve gotten so good at being my saya… My own private sheath for my sword…”

As the surprisingly gentle fingers brushed her hair, Nobu's pride winced in pain, her lungs ached for air, and her lower lips wet themselves in desire. Her reputation and need for oxygen came second to ensuring the Servant passively petting her was pleasured by the warm confines of her digestive track.

“Haa…” Okita sighed contently. “I don’t know why you refuse to tell the others, wouldn’t you enjoy being able to be like this publicly?”

‘Yes!’ Nobu’s inner thoughts yelled. By morning her ego would return to her and remind her that she was the Demon King of Sixth Heaven, not a set of holes for some lowly swordswoman’s pleasure. And by evening, it will have been replaced by the same craving for a proper throat filling and slimy spunk.

They’d be like this for hours. Okita would put a load or two into her stomach, then her ass, and if she was feeling particularly pent up or generous, a few in her needy pussy. Soft spoken compliments of “you’re so tight!” and “I love the way your insides suck me off…” would accompany the treatment, filling Nobu’s brain with a warm, fuzzy pleasure that would eventually knock her out cold. There were nights with rough sex sure, but those caused both of their competitive streaks to flair for who topped. On calm nights like this, there was no question who was in charge.

And while she’d never admit it, Nobu was far more than satisfied with the arrangement as it was.

Chapter 24: Captain Drake’s Favorite Crewmate Task (Drake/Male!Ritsuka)

Summary:

Based on a prompt by ShadyManBooRadley. Drake/Male!Ritsuka. Contains wall mounting, cock milking, ball expansion, and cum drinking.

Notes:

Another short-ish one. First time writing something like this, so it might be a bit sloppy.

The dimly lit cabins of the Golden Hind were deathly quiet. All eyes, be they the ship’s crew, Chaldean, or… whatever Fou was, were locked on the poker table at which the Captain and Master sat.

Drake had already decided to help wrap up this Singularity-thing these weirdly dressed shore-dwellers were here to fix. It sounded fun, and Teach had already pissed her off something fierce. No reason not to go along with it. But this was something she and her crew were perfectly capable of handling on their own. She was Francis Drake for the Queen’s sake, all they had to do was sit back and watch her pummel those pirates with enough cannonballs to make the Queen Anne’s Revenge more hole than boat.

So rather than just agree, she challenged the leader of their group, Ritsuka, to a game. One round of winner takes all poker. A game she knew… somehow. The cute pink one, Mash, had explained she was a “Servant” now (like she wasn’t a servant to the crown already) and that’s why she knew a bunch of things that didn’t really make sense, but it all went over her head. What mattered was that across from her was a good-looking, gullible guy that thought he was about to win the command of the Golden Hind.

“All in.” Ritsuka placed down his cards and pushed his chips forward. He was only down a few chips, if he had a good hand he could theoretically reverse their positions here and now. Course, he lost the moment he decided to play cards with sailors.

“Call.” Drake pushed the majority of her chips forward. Ritsuka blinked, but maintained a straight face. The pink haired woman leaned back in her chair, put her feet up on the table, placed her arms behind her head… and pulled out the card she was keeping strapped behind her head.

“No more bets.” The dealer said. “Yer cards, lad?”

Ritsuka placed them on the table. Full house, three kings and two aces. The kings had already been on the table, but there was no beating him with a high card. The crew whistled, and a few cheered. All part of the show. “Your turn, Captain.” He smiled. Damn the guy was a looker. Probably a heartbreaker back home.

Drake smirked and threw her cards on the table, ‘accidentally’ letting one slip into her sleeve.

A seven… and the last king.

“Four of a Kind, Captain Drake wins!” The crew cheered. The Chaldeans looked crestfallen and a bit nervous at the loss, but the good Captain quickly reassured them.

“We’re still going to help you, don’t worry yourself. But you’ll be my crew, not the other way around. And I’ve got the perfect place for you, Ritsuka.”

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The Captain’s Quarters were the biggest on the ship, and the only private room that wasn’t the brig. It was Captain’s Drake home, her personal abode, but now she had a permanent guest. On one of the wooden walls she’d carved out a perfect hole to stick the Master inside. All that could be seen of him were his feet, ankles, ass, and the main attraction: his seemingly permanently erect cock. His position on the crew was Drake’s personal cum dispenser. The grizzled Captain was a total semen-slut, able to guzzle gallons of thick, creamy jizz and ask for more with a loud burp. She couldn’t go around sucking off the crew though, that would undermine her authority. For a few days the famed sailor suffered sperm-less, until this perfect answer practically jumped into her wall and presented his fat prick for her exclusive use!

Three square aphrodisiac-laced meals a day, plenty of fresh water, and visitation from Mash (who had quickly established herself as a more than capable second mate) kept the stuck man happy while they took care of his quest for him. The first two days she’d only gotten a few tankards out of him, but on the third his balls seemed to realize their new purpose of infinitely shooting out chewy ropes of dense, pearly white nut slop for Drake’s enjoyment. Overnight they’d swollen from golf balls to cannon balls, brewing seemingly endless amounts of delicious dick cream for her bottomless appetite.

It was the fourth day of his new position when Drake sauntered back into her cabin on a victory high. Perfect shooting, impeccable boarding, and barely a scratch on the Hind. Now for the best way to celebrate- drinking!

The busty captain discarded her top and wrapped her soft, heavy tits around her stuck semen spewer. On the other side of the wall, Ritsuka jumped as his cock was unexpectedly enveloped in a familiar warmth, sending a splurt! of cloudy precum into one of the flagon’s kept below him. Drake smirked as she pumped her chest up and down the hanging length while occasionally licking the stuffed sack that was churning up her potent reward. Ritsuka moaned loud enough for it to be heard through the wall when the pink haired sea-farer began to suck on one of them, only encouraging her to increase her efforts to pleasure him. Pump, pump, pump, her technique was dedicated to building the biggest orgasm possible, and Ritsuka could feel his balls prepping a huge load of his custard-thick ambrosia.

When his cock began to swell and pulse rapidly, Drake pulled away and began to stroke him with her calloused hands. Couldn’t risk this top shelf vintage being stuck to her! Ritsuka didn’t mind as the woman was a true expert at extracting his cock cream. A few more tugs and-

SPLUUUUUUUURRRRRRRRTTTTTTT

A long, unbroken rope of semen filled the container to the brim and began to overflow it. Drake swapped it out, allowing it to fill another. His second shot was no less impressive, filling another two large containers. This continued for over a full minute, and the smell of potent ball muck filled the cabin before long. On the other side of the wall Ritsuka was limp and twitching. His entire body seemed to be working on forcing cum from his bloated sack through his fat cock, leaving the Master moaning and panting as his lower half was milked for all it was worth.

When he finally stopped he was covered in sweat and still completely limp everywhere but Drake’s cum tap. The Captain grabbed one of the overflowing containers and put it to her lips, letting the thick sludge slidddddde into her waiting mouth. Immediately an intense salty, earthy taste greeted her tongue, rolling over her taste buds slowly and sending small sparks to her brain. A normal person would have been overwhelmed by the potent musk her drink was letting off, let alone the taste, but Drake drank it down with several hearty gulps. It clung to her teeth, her throat, and probably clogged up her stomach- just the way she liked it.

“Ahh…” She sighed happily as she lowered the flagon. “You’re doing great, crewmen! Keep it up and I might just reward you with a permanent position!”

Ritsuka smiled slightly, but was unable to form anything more than a slight groan.

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Once the Chaldean’s had returned home after several weeks of sailing, it wasn’t long before seemingly every Servant knew what had happened while their Master was away. It wasn’t even a full day before a nameplate, picture, and hole were added to a hidden room in the cafeteria, where Master would spend the majority of his days. When Drake was eventually summoned and found him, she laughed heartily and locked herself inside for hours, somehow managing to drain him dry despite the hyper-production she herself had fostered in those oversized testicles. No one questioned her claim on the tap-room after that.

Chapter 25: Shorts #4

Summary:

Three fills, tags and characters before the prompt, lines for time skips, and stars for prompt separation.

Notes:

Despite the title, this really two shorts and a full fill. Oops.

Based on prompts by GillimanEsGod and Rated. Shiro/Kagetora. Contains femdom, amazon position, mentioned somnophilia, and pelvis injuries.

It had been an awkward night at the Emiya residence. Shiro had used a command spell to stop his Servant from threatening an entire city street with her antics. The problem was that he had told Nagao Kagetora, the God of War herself, to stop waging war. The entire run back had been done in silence, the only time the Lancer seemed to stop talking since her summoning.

The Master’s dreams had been filled with her old memories and things that could have gone different. How was he going to apologize? Maybe letting her take her frustrations out on him? He could take it, if it made her happy. Or maybe he could get Taiga to buy her some alcohol, the Daimyo had been complaining about how sober she was for days now. There had to be something…

Something… wet?

Why was he wet?

The Master opened his eyes to see his Servant’s naked ass dangling inches from his head, dripping warm fluid onto him. Her hot breath teased his slick lower head, clearly she had already been sucking him off before he actually woke up. There was a brief moment where Kagetora’s heavy breathing was the only sound in the room, before she shoved the erect rod back into her mouth. Loud, exaggerated gags and lewd noises accompanied her work, making Shiro wonder how the dripping honey on his face was what finally woke him.

“Lancer?” He asked, voice cracking from both pleasure and tiredness. “What are you-”

“What am I doing?” She ripped her head backwards and turned to look at him, yellow eyes swirling with some sort of madness. “Getting some early morning mana of course! Blew a lot last night so now I’m blowing you!” And just as quickly as she had released his cock she imprisoned it within her mouth once again. She wasn’t particularly skilled, more or less just ramming her face into his crotch, but she was definitely enthusiastic.

Of course he couldn’t just sit there and take it, not when her dripping folds were mere centimetres from his face! He grabbed hold of her hips and pushed his tongue inside, poking around for what seemed to make her feel best. The Lancer gave an approving GLICK as he ate her out, feminine fluid coating his face as droplets became a steady river of liquid pleasure. It appeared Shiro was a lot better than he gave himself credit for, because despite his disadvantage of still waking up, Kagetora shortly blasted a full spray of the stuff onto his surprised face, walls convulsing on his pink muscle.

“Ah, you’re pretty good.” She admitted, lifting off of him. “But I still need that mana. And I’m going to get it.”

The white and black haired woman deftly switched positions, now squatting her hips over his still erect penis. “Are you sure about this Lancer?” He asked, still not really sure why she needed him to cum for mana.

“Of course I am. Now be a good Master and be still, nya!” She dropped her hips hard, slamming into his with force. With speed only possible due to her A rank agility, she pounded him into the floor, squeezing him tightly all the while. This could hardly be called sex, the God of War was basically using him to get off while he convulsed under her. All the same, having those slick walls stroke him was still enough to push him over the edge, and Shiro felt an orgasm rip through his body and into her.

“Delicious!” She declared, not stopping her hips. “More!”

This continued for over an hour. Nagetora’s tight grip kept him erect while she continued to take cum shot after cum shot from him. After a while she seemed to start purring with each cock-shot, moving faster, squeezing tighter…

“I’m done…” Shiro managed after his twentieth load. He could barely feel his legs…

The crazed lancer licked her lips, stood, and spread her pussy wide so the cum within could slowly drip out. “Mm, now this is quality mana. I feel like I could rip apart a Berserker! Actually I might just go do that! I’ll be back with the Grail in a few hours, I’ll make sure I pick up something for your bones while I’m out. Oh and some sake. Definitely need some of that…” She wandered away, still babbling to herself.

…Were his bones broken? There was no way their session hadn’t left bruises at minimum… He felt so drained, it was hard to think. Maybe it really was best to just leave it to her.

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He woke up to the smell of alcohol. “Mastaaaaaa,” she slured her words out with a giggle, “they have so many types of bhoooze now! Why didn’t yooou tell me about it? Thish stuff is the besht!”

She placed an empty bottle to her lips, shrugged, and unceremoniously flopped over on top of him. He winced in pain as his battered bones were suddenly bearing her weight.

“Lancer…?” He asked, tepidly. “Lancer are you… asleep?”

The gentle rise and fall of her stomach was his answer. She was almost peaceful like this, nothing like the crazed sex fiend he’d awoken to. Had she wasted all that mana getting drunker than humanly possible?

…He needed a doctor, but maybe that could wait until Kagetora was awake enough to help him walk to one.

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Based on a prompt by ShadyManBooRadly. Ishtar & Astraea/Asterios. Contains ball worship, musk, and a bit of mindbreak on one Servant.

If she was being honest with herself, Mash would say she was getting far too used to the absurdities of her life. Living with the dead heroes and saving the world was what she was born for, so that was excusable. And with all the different cultures, times, and personalities present within Chaldea there was bound to be somethings she didn’t quite understand that she needed to accept.

This was not one of them.

“Sealing the room.” She spoke through the intercom. Inside stood two Goddesses on Earth. The stunningly beautiful, sensual, and absurdly bottom heavy Ishtar and her rival, the gorgeous, elegant, and toned Astraea. In front of them stood one other Servant, a tall, bulky, and decidedly confused monster of a man: Asterios. “Are you really sure this is something you want? Queen Medb’s still in the infirmary from the withdrawal…”

The blonde Goddess scoffed, although the microphone didn’t pick it up. “You needn’t worry about me. I am balance manifest, a mere scent, no matter how potent, cannot sway me. You should fear for this fool of Goddess who thought that she could challenge me.”

“Yeah well… you’re the fool here!” Ishtar snapped back lamely. Mash felt a small pang of second hand embarrassment as Ishtar proudly placed her hands on her shoulder-wide hips.

“Are they going to get started soon, or can I have my Asterios back?” A bored Euryale asked from beside the bespectacled Shielder.

Mash stepped away from the intercom. “You’re the one he listens to, you can start the competition whenever you want.”

A competition of will, that’s what they claimed this was. As divine spirits, neither Goddess would instantly fall sway to power of the Minotaur’s unwashed odor, but their power could only do so much when they were part human. Time and exposure would corrupt them all the same, and in their latest attempt to one up each other the ever-feuding divinities had demanded that they find who could last the longest before turning into another ball-slobbering bitch.

“Let’s not waste anymore time, then. You can remove the loincloth now.”

Asterios grunted and moved the hanging garment aside. In less than a second the sealed room’s window fogged over and obscured the spectator’s view. “Euryale? What just happened?!” Mash asked, wiping the glass with her sleeve to no effect.

“He unleashed the most overpowering musk known to history. Something capable of snapping the strongest of mortal minds like twigs.” The pint-sized Archer smiled smugly. “Of course it’s able to cloud windows. Even at his cleanest he produces clouds, and I instructed him not to bathe for the past day.”

Inside, Astraea immediately felt the room grow several degrees warmer. She wasn’t looking at the bull-man’s package yet but the scent was already invading her mind through her nostrils- no, her every pore, telling her to get closer and to inhale as much as her woefully small lungs could handle. It was easy to see why normal people would break down and devote themselves to serving the source of this addicting scent, but Astraea was stronger than that.

“Are you really just going to stand there when we’ve got full access to something this good?” Ishtar called, already squatting in front of a hairy, heaving testicle and giving it greedy licks.

How disappointing that this pathetic Goddess was her rival. Sighing, Astraea kneeled at his other ball. The sphere was so hairy and dense she didn’t even know where to start. She could just sit here and wait until Ishtar’s weak will fully converted her into a scent slut, but that wouldn’t be fair. So she leaned in and placed a small kiss on a part that looked a bit less messy than the rest of the gargantuan sack.

The taste was awful. Sweaty, earthy, heavy and all encompassing. It was his scent made hundreds of times more concentrated, a pure musk unmatched by anything before or sense. Astraea followed it with a second and third kiss, and was halfway through beginning a lewd tongue bath before she realized how quickly she realized that a simple taste had caused her to lose herself for a moment. Chaste, quick kisses would be how she won. But… Ishtar was licking right? If she could get a direct taste, then Astraea could too.

While Astraea was busy thinking about strategy, Ishtar had pushed her whole face into that intoxicating well of brain-melting stud-scent. She was dribbling through her tiny bottoms, the stream increasing with every huff of Asterios odor.

The Berserker himself was a bit less confused now. Back when he was stuck in that maze, women would occasionally intentionally wander in so they could do this sort of thing. It made him feel good, so he let those ones stay with him. These two must be the same as those ladies.

The Goddess of the Scales was having trouble focusing. Her lips were coated in loose white hair, her tastebuds were absolutely coated in a combination of the same stuff and ball gunk, and the smell was burning her nostrils. Maybe she needed to breathe through her mouth. Slow worship was still worship, it wouldn’t be cheating. A quick glance at the other, eager pseudo-Servant dashed that idea, Ishtar had firmly planted herself underneath his heaving length! She was showing her up, targeting the most potent source to make her seem bad! Like breathing in this putrid stink and licking the surface of that filthy sack wasn’t enough?

Well two could play at that game!

“Move!” Astraea pushed the black haired Archer out of the way and placed her head in the same position. As she expected, the smell here was even worse. It filled her mind with a warm fog and she felt her instincts pushing her to breathe more, breathe heavier, lick his smelly underside and rub her pretty face into the unclean crevice so that it would never wash out.

And that sounded like a perfect idea! What better way to prove herself better than Ishtar! The Ruler grabbed hold of Asterios’ strong thighs and forced herself as deep as she could go. Licking, sucking, as much as she could. His erection unfortunately began to let in fresh air, but she was still on top!

Astraea, Goddess of Balance and the Scales, was the far better huff-whore and ball polisher than that ass shaking faker! She was probably a virgin with skills like her’s! This competition was in the bag!

…

In reality, Ishtar watched her rival with a grin. “You know, you were really dumb to challenge a fertility Goddess to this sort of competition. I could make every guy in Chaldea like this if I wanted! Which I won’t, because that would be irresponsible.” She turned to Mash and flashed a far more innocent smile.

“That’s good.” Mash deadpanned. “Can you pull her away so we can get you out? Euryale wa-”

“No, let her continue.” The other pinkette interrupted. “Asterios is enjoying this, and she brought it on herself. I see no reason to interrupt his fun.”

“Blonde landy… good…!” He grunted in agreement, stroking himself awkwardly. In life he didn’t have to do it much since all the kind ladies that came down to see him did it for him.

Mash pushed up her glasses, as if correcting her sight would make this less strange. “Ishtar?”

“I’m a-ok! This stuff’s great, but unlike somebody in here I can leave when I want.” The only response to that slight was a sudden moan. Astraea was pushing herself to orgasm without even touching herself. “Oh, but get some pictures! I want her O-Face captured forever in case she somehow breaks her addiction.”

She squatted next to the other Goddess and flashed a peace sign for the first of several photos Mash begrudgingly took. Ishtar would go back for more of course. Her authority may have protected her mind, but that didn’t mean she wasn’t enjoying polishing Asterios’ jewels! Beasts like him were once a generation, no, once a lifetime! How could she possibly pass up the chance to indulge in this fermented bull-musk until it had ingrained itself into her, a constant reminder of what she represented? When the time came to leave, Ishtar sauntered on out with a spring in her floaty step and a smile on her face, while Astraea had to be pacified and placed with the Queen of Connacht… who caught a whiff off her new ward-mate and relapsed nigh-instantly. Nightingale was far from pleased that she had to keep two addicts away from the Berserker, even though Mash insisted this time the victim really had brought it on themselves…

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Based on an old prompt from Don Scripted. Male!Ritsuka/Vritra. Contains tongue stuff (comes with Vritra), cowgirl position, and mating press.

Ritsuka was tired. Today hadn’t been the worst he’d had (getting thrown into a burning city was pretty hard to top), but that didn’t stop the exhaustion from seeping in. A nice nap in his bed would do some good-

SHUNK!

…And suddenly there he was. In his room. That should be several corridors away still.

“You made a big mistake keeping me unwatched, human.” A husky, feminine voice spoke into his ear, warm breath tickling him. “Now I’ve got you trapped in here with me, an evil dragon, forever. Unless you could possibly defeat me…” He felt something warm, wet, and far too long prod his ear. Only one person fit all these criteria.

“Vritra.” He greeted her plainly. The demonic Lancer slunk into view, smiling devilishly. “You’re bored, aren’t you.”

“Horribly.” She confirmed with a hand flourish. “I keep forgetting just how peaceful regular life is here. Which is why…” she stepped closer to her Master and grabbed hold of his chin, “you’re going to entertain me for a while.”

Vritra pulled his face in and kissed him forcefully. It was greedy and self-serving, Ritsuka was mostly along for the ride. The dragon-woman’s dexterous tongue slipped out of her mouth and into his, forcing his own down so she could freely swab his cheeks and tonsils. It was simultaneously uncomfortable and deeply arousing having her dominate his mouth like this. It wasn’t long before he was being stripped down while she had full ownership of his face. By the time she pulled away and the Master was allowed to breathe air into his deprived lungs his pants and underwear were discarded in a pile at his feet, leaving his erect cock free in the open air.

“Maybe next time we can work on your kissing.” The dragoness licked her lips. “This time I want to give you a more direct challenge.” With that she grabbed him by the collar and pushed him onto the bed.

It wasn’t in the Indian Servant’s nature to let others take the lead. No, she took without care. The moment her coverings disappeared into light she sheathed his length inside her welcoming hole and let out a satisfied sigh. Ritsuka could see the various tattoo-like scales running up and down her tan skin. She smiled cockily and began to grind their hips together.

“I bet you’re feeling good aren’t you? I’m told a lot of modern humans have a thing for evil women.” She lifted her hips teasingly and placed her hands on his chest. “And now you have a real evil dragon in your bed.”

“The most evil of them all.” Ritsuka agreed, trying to maintain his composure. Losing himself to her coiling folds before either of them came would just make her even more bored.

“You’ll overcome me, though. It wouldn’t be fun otherwise.” The yellow haired dragon-woman continued to grind. She would occasionally flick her tongue out at him, but all she seemed to be doing was grinding on him. Was this her idea of sex? Sure her tight warmth and naked form were alluring but…

Ah. That’s what she meant.

Without warning Ritsuka grabbed hold of her legs and bucked his hips. Vritra groaned with sudden pleasure and allowed herself to fall backwards into the sheets while he sat up and bore down on her. After a moment her legs were left dangling uselessly over his shoulders and their faces were inches from each other.

“Well, the hero has bested the dragon!” She announced as if he had actually accomplished more than picking up on her hints. “Why don’t you take your prize?” The Chaldean felt her tail wrap around him, showing it wasn’t a wasn’t a suggestion. She was going to be mating pressed.

And why not indulge her?

“Uhn, yesssss…!” She moaned as he began to thrust into her, plundering her depths with each pound of his hips. “Ghn, take me! Be rough! I deserve it for stealing you away and trapping you in here! Pound me into the sheets!”

Her little “trial” would go for several hours. Vritra insisted it was a battle of wills and endurance between good and evil, light and dark, but it seemed that she simply enjoyed flipping who was on top and roleplaying a “battle”- after mating press was reverse-piledriver, then full nelson, then amazon… until it ended with a tie. She sat atop Ritsuka’s face and sucked at his failing cock while he sleepily pushed his tongue into her folds. It was only then that Parvati managed to undo the spell on his door and check in on them. There would be strong words, a punishment, and several more incidents exactly like this in the future…

Notes:

I’m planning out another project and I want some opinions: Out of the female Servants who don’t have a summer form yet, who would you want to see most? Bear in mind if I actually write my idea there’s a solid chance they’ll also be futa, if that influences your response.

Thank you everyone that responded! I’ve posted the first two chapters, check them out if you’re interested!

Chapter 26: Asks #3

Summary:

I added some clarification before asks two and three.

Notes:

Apologies for the lack of updates, been busy with another Fate fic involving some of the Servants I was recommended last time. Check it out!

From Not_a_Meme: So, uh, Gilgamesh I'm curious as to what exactly Nero did that caused you and Caster self to double team fuck her. Normally I would ask her but as she's still recovering from absolute sexual demolishment you gave her I hope neither of you mind if I ask you instead?

“That’s quite the question, mongrel.” The Archer King’s eyes narrowed as he folded his arms. “Who are you to ask my reasoning on such things?”

“You know as well as I they deserve an answer as to why we are missing a Saber.” The Caster’s expression was friendlier than his counterpart’s, though it still was far from warm. “She attempted to steal the twin fangs of Romulus and Remus from our treasury. An attempt to recover her Empire’s history, I assume.”

“History that rightfully belongs to me!”

“To us.”

“You are me, no matter how much you care for those sniveling welps you call subjects.”

The older Gilgamesh let his protest die in his throat. He knew how stubborn he could be.

“However foolish her efforts, she made a consort worthy of our attention! Despite basking in the presence of two of history's greatest, she remained undeterred from her task of pleasuring us to the best of her ability!”

“It was quite the feat, I don’t believe there was a finer pair of buttocks in all of our harem in life.” The Caster conceded. The Saber had a fairly impressive chest that seemed like it belonged on a wet nurse to hundreds rather than an imperial leader, but even with that she could only be described as bottom heavy. A perfect pair of wobbling cushions for a king’s speedy hips as he punished a thief.

“And her throat, not a single one of them compares to her’s either.” The Archer agreed. “Were it not for the fact that you broke her brittle little brain, I believe she would have never released me from her silken mouth unless forced by my hand. A much better application for her airways than her grating voice, anyhow.”

“Perhaps we should take her as our full time consort then?” The other Gilgamesh suggested. “A fitting punishment, one who would steal from the king is made his eternal servant.”

“Ha ha ha ha!” The younger man laughed. “The Whore of Babylon, made Babylon’s whore! Yes, I agree completely. Inform Master of her new position while I go retrieve her from the infirmary. She has no need to recover her faculties any longer.”

“Perhaps you should inform them while I retrieve her?”

“We are having a moment of agreement, older me. Please do not soil it with unreasonable requests.”

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Prompt kinda leant towards incest, but it’s just pseudo-incest here. Typical Raikou behavior.

From Bob: Shirou, are you okay after last night? We heard you got ambushed by Illya and her Berserker(Raikou) last night when you were alone, Saber and Rin were pretty worried. How did you manage to get away from Illya and her Servant anyway? You came back home without a scratch and apparently those two had to be brought back to Illya's mansion by her maids since they were apparently completely out of commission following your encounter with them, and apparently still are. Just what happened anyways? And does it have anything to with how Illya's maids apparently had to clean up the "messy scene" you left where you encountered them?

 

“Eh heh, it’s nothing really. Things got a bit intense for a bit, but we worked it out.”

It was an understatement. Illya’s Servant was close to striking him down on the spot. Despite sporting motherly curves kept in a skin-tight purple bodysuit and a stern yet beautiful face, the Berserker was extremely adept with her swordplay. And lighting! She’d nearly started a forest fire when he’d run! Shiro didn’t get far, and it looked like it was the end when-

“Mama! Don’t kill him, he’s my brother!”

Illya stopped her. And… called him brother?

“Are you sure, sweetie?” She had asked, sword tip inches from his chest. “You don’t look very much alike…”

Illya nodded. “Absolutely sure! You can kill his Servant, but my Mama wouldn’t hurt her son, right?”

For a moment the blade remained, unmoving and poised to cut through Shiro and into the dirt beneath. And then suddenly she smiled, all the intensity and focus drained from her face as she sheathed her sword.

“Not at all! I’m so sorry about all this, I had no idea. Illya never told me she had a brother before.”

“Hehe, sorry, Mama. I just thought it would be funny if we gave him a scare.”

“Mama could have seriously hurt him! You’ll need punishment for such a dastardly prank. And you,” she turned back to Shiro, “will need an apology. I think I have just the idea!”

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Shiro was still pinned under Raikou, but instead of Raikou being ready to thrust into him, he was thrusting up into Raikou. The warrior woman had dragged them off to a hotel and apologized to her new “child” by stripping bare and letting him pound her motherly pussy all he wanted- something she was starting to regret! The redhead was hung like a horse, and even after four intense waves of white hot semen directly into her deepest parts he wasn’t slowing down at all!

“GUHHH! Keep at it, you’re doing soooooo weeeeellllll!” Raikou threw her head back into a throaty moan. “Mama’s feeling really good, keep her pumping her pussy until you’re dry!”

As another jolting sensation of pure bliss ran through Raikou’s body, she pulled Illya deeper into her breast. The poor girl’s entire face was smothered by the enormous mommy milker while its twin bounced in time with Shiro’s rough, rhythmic thrusts. A constant stream of warm dairy poured over her tongue and down her throat before settling in her stomach. Perhaps it was the lack of oxygen, or maybe Raikou’s sweet cream had magical properties, but Illya could hardly think about anything but getting more mouthfuls of the delicious milk. A white fog clouded her brain as she rocked in Mama’s lap, suckling away while her brother pounded her into yet another orgasm.

“Yes, yes, yes, yes! Fuck me proper!” Raikou yelled out. “Mama’s been craving a good dicking like this since she was summoned! Claim me! Break me! I’m so sorry I almost hurt you, but I’m so happy about this!”

Shiro would pound Raikou until morning, still being balls deep inside her limp, silently cumming body when eventually Illya’s dutiful maids tracked them down. Their master was fast asleep, dreaming of cows and being more comfortable than ever before in her milk induced coma. Of course, without Illya to cover her leaking nipple, Raikou’s milk had sprayed everywhere. Joining it was a puddle of femspray, an even larger puddle of sticky semen, and sweat. The room reeked so potently of sex that the maids had to employ magecraft to fully remove it, before sending Shiro on his way.

“We will send you a message when they are fit to speak.” One of them told him simply. “I expect it to be several days. Please stay alive until then. I am sure Lady Raikou would enjoy your company once more.”

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Caster Artoria is 18 in this.

From R4d6: Castoria, did you know that Faeries from Paradise could get pregnant from humans when Ritsuka pumped you so full of cum in Cornwall that you already looked pregnant, or did you only realized how round your belly had gotten when the Last Master of Chaldea did the same to Morgan on her throne?

“I knew. Ehehehe, I knew right from the start that Ritsuka could get me pregnant.” Castoria giggled, a big, happy smile on her face. “I wasn’t told anything about it when I got sent here, but when I caught her and that big, faerie breeding cock bathing in a spring I knew right then that I could, that I would end up knocked up with her kids. But I didn’t expect to become a broodmother! That was totally unexpected!”

The fae patted her baby bump. The outfit from Gloucester was fighting a losing battle trying to cover the life-filled sphere. Soon she’d need to buy something more fitting, but for now, feeling her sensitive skin push and strain against the cloth was a reward in itself.

“I still can’t believe I’m this far along and I was still bigger when she bred me! I must have looked due with quintuplets when she finally decided to pull out and start marking my face. I couldn’t even help out around the village that day, I was so full of that potent cock gunk…” She thought back fondly, losing herself for a few moments. That day in Cornwall, when she was so filled up there wasn’t a doubt she’d conceive, had given her a new drive. There was hope for this land, all she had to do was show the only other Faerie of Paradise just how good it felt to have a baby or four fucked into you.

“Hey, Artoria? Can you pass me some water?” Ritsuka called from across the throne room. Sitting on the throne was the Last Master of Chaldea, fully naked and damp with sweat but happy as could be. In her lap was the once seemingly undefeatable Queen Morgan, already looking past due with child- and Ritsuka’s fat balls were far from empty.

“T-this… this is…” Morgan panted, coming down from a peak she’d been riding since this ‘private audience’ had begun in earnest, “I knew you told me no lies about how, ghn, virile the Chaldean was, but I still underestimated her.”

Artoria passed the canteen to the father of her children. “So? How are you feeling about making peace with Proper Human History?”

“I will… consider it.” Morgan spoke slowly as she caught her breath. “You make a convincing argument, Ritsuka Fujimaru. And my daughter is quite taken with you as well.”

Below, a certain red haired Fae was slobbering over Ritsuka’s ever-churning sack. Though they had started off on a bad foot, it hadn’t taken long for the Queen’s daughter to realize that her mother NEEDED a private audience with this human. If only she could get pregnant too…

“Perhaps if you prove to be a dedicated husband to me and our daughters I will grant your request. And I mean daughters plural. You will be giving me far more than just one child, my husband.”

“I don’t think she’s capable of making only one at a time, queenie.” The Caster poked at her counterparts cumgut, the bloated sphere churning and roiling with swimmers prepared to gangbang as many eggs as Morgan would provide them with. For the Queen, it would be easy to pinpoint the moment of conception, even force it. But she found herself enjoying how desperately the Master thrust into her, stirring up the contents of her womb with the goal of maybe knocking loose another gamete for her billions of sperm to chase after and brutally impregnate.

“We shall see. Husband! I told you that I desired to be a broodmother, just as the child of prophecy is. Continue our coupling until our progeny outnumber her litter without a doubt! This throne room shall echo with our coupling!”

“And your moans, I imagine all of Camelot can hear you getting bred…”

Chapter 27: Passionate Night at Tohsaka Manor (Caenis/Jeanne Alter and Fujino)

Summary:

Based on a prompt by geusst. Contains futanari, size kink, power play, blowjobs, and standing sex positions.

The Tohsaka mansion normally doesn’t receive many guests. Until recently it was occupied solely by the family heir, though now it was shared by her strange new friend/exercise instructor/greek tutor/lover. The story seemed to change every time they were asked. Tonight, however, the manor hosted three new individuals: A young man claiming to be from over a decade in the future, here to stop a ‘singularity’ and his two Servants, an impossible version of Jeanne d’Arc and what appeared to be a typical woman at first glance. With such strange circumstances Rin opted to interrogate the man, leaving her Lancer to keep an eye on the room they had locked the Servants in.

“Damn I’m bored.” Caenis complained to the shut tight door. “Where’s the fun in surrendering before a fight anyway? Could have at least let me see what the nun girl could actually do before pleading for your lives.”

The door, obviously, did not respond. Their Master had sealed the makeshift prison with just about everything she knew. A lot of it went straight over Caenis’ head but they knew enough to be pretty sure that they’d have a better chance of escaping Tartarus than that little room.

Which meant the brown-skinned warrior was left alone with a comfortable couch and their thoughts. Thoughts that quickly drifted towards their absurdly sexy prisoners. The one with the flag had a snarky mouth, but her tits were top notch, and those thighs, Aphrodite above those thighs, smooth and thick and left on full display to the world. No wonder Rin said they were an impossibility, there was no way a Saint was that fucking thick.

The other one was less a visual feast, but definitely a treat to think about. Unlike her sassy counterpart, the other woman had kept a rather cool head while the Master’s negotiated. Quiet, noble types like her were either incredibly kinky in the sheets or quickly folded at even the slightest implication that a strong, tall warrior like Caenis was interested, meaning no matter what category she fell into the horse-eared woman came out on top.

It was hard not to think about skull fucking that white haired bitch, watching the purple one slowly break as her face was used a ball-rest, both of them prying open their holes so Caenis could dump a couple dozen loads into them-

“Eh, she won’t mind if I relieve myself a bit, right?” The greek murmured to themselves, pushing down their tiny jean shorts. “I could use a break from Master’s ass anyways. Her slutcheeks will be around tomorrow morning if I need ‘em.”

Bottoms discarded, Caenis’ pride was free. A thick member measuring well over a foot and a half in length stood tall from their crotch, accompanied by two heavy balls that never seemed to stop producing thick, musky cream for its owner's seemingly bottomless sexual appetite. A myriad of thick veins and an untamed white bush at the base completed the image of a truly rugged bitch breaking slab of cockflesh, one that had ravaged the wet and waiting pussies of several hundred women in life. Course, Caenis hadn’t had these big brown tits back when they were blowing out backs and coating women white with sperm, but Rin had said that having ‘em pressed against her actually “enhanced the experience”. Upside of having this body, they supposed.

A few lazy pumps of their hands and a lot of thoughts about the women behind the door combined into a full erection pointed straight at the barrier between them. Cloudy drops of potent pre dribbled onto the floor as Caenis started their fap fest in earnest-

And then a cold metal pole forced itself onto their throat.

“I got them! Fujino, do your hand thing!” A voice behind them called out as it pulled upwards and began to cut off air.

“Hand thing?” Another voice spoke.

“Just help me out, bitch?!”

For a few more moments Caenis struggled with their attacker, finally managing to force the pole off their throat and flipping the person that was holding it over the couch and onto the floor in front of them.

Jeanne Alter wheezed as the air was taken out of her lungs, and her eyes went wide as she saw the gargantuan log now pointed directly over face.

“You.” Caenis spoke horsely. “How did you escape?”

“I twisted the window open.” Her companion explained, stepping into view. “Your Master certainly could have checked my eyes before putting those weak wards up.” Contrary to her dignified demeanor, her eyes kept darting to Caenis’ crotch. Mystic eyes that seemed more occupied with getting their fill of tanned cockflesh than twisting anything else.

The Lancer smirked. Seems that their imagination wouldn’t be needed after all. “Ha. Alright then, here’s how we’re doing this. You’re going to go right back into your little cage. But first, you’re gonna drain my backed up balls of every drop they’ve got.” They lifted their bubbling cumtanks for emphasis. “Should’ve broken out earlier, cause now I feel like I’ve got enough spunk saved up to break both of you.”

“Break us?” Alter spat, rolling onto her stomach. “Good luck, you’re only just above my minimum size, shrimp-dick.”

“Your bravado is misplaced, Lancer.” The purple haired ones spoke as she dropped to her knees. “You’ll find we are not the easy women you appear to believe us to be.”

“Ha!” Caenis let out a sharp laugh. “Yeah sure, just suck me off already. If you beg, I might let Master keep you as my personal cock sleeves!”

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They weren’t lying. Caenis admittedly had only been with two women during this manifestation, but they had a lifetime’s worth of experience of Greece’s finest ball slurpers and suck sluts doing their absolute best to service them. But these two random chicks who had just shown up on the doorstep?

SHLLLLLUUUUUUUUCCCCCCKKKKK

They made every single one of them seem like inexperienced virgins.

Jeanne Alter pulled her head back before once again ramming her face directly back into Caenis’ forest, never breaking eye contact until she physically couldn’t see their face over the mountain range they carried on the chest. A few stray white hairs were stuck to her face, but if Alter noticed, she sure as hell didn’t care.

Mmmmmm… mmph.

Below her, Fujino had popped one of Caenis’ testicles into her mouth and was lazily washing it while humming away. The vibrations sent a pleasant shiver through the sitting Servant spine and seemed to egg the already productive cumfactory to produce a bigger load for her partner’s stomach.

“Damn, you two are good…” Caenis grunted as Alter’s throat worked magic on their throbbing fuckrod. “I’m definitely keeping you. Suck-sluts like this are once in a lifetime!”

Fujino spat out the ball in her mouth. “Do not get ahead of yourself. What reason do we have to stay with you?” She switched to the other sperm filled orb and gave it a deep, loving kiss.

“Uh, I captured you. Did you forget you’re my prisoners?”

“Did you forget that we escaped within the hour?”

“Mmph hff, mmmh!”

“Don’t speak with your mouth full.” Fujino chastised her fellow with bemusement. Alter rolled her eyes and stuck out her tongue to lick the point where leathery sack and succulent staff met.

“Total fluke. I’ll tie you up personally next time.” Caenis shot back through gritted teeth. By the fucking Gods’ this fallen Saint was like a semen sucking monster! Their tip had to be halfway down her windpipe and she wasn’t even gagging! “And, gh, now that you’ve had me, you’re never gonna want to go back.”

Fujino laughed softly to herself. “You truly are overconfident, Lancer. You’ll find that Chaldea’s Servants are very dedicated size queens. You’re impressive, but we have other oversized bitch-breakers like yours in our life. Alter’s sister is in possession of quite the cock herself.”

The kneeling woman yanked her head back- “nm mm sff- MPFFFFH?!” And was immediately pushed back down by Fujino.

“Not your sister, I know. If you want us to stick around, Lancer, you’ll need a more convincing argument than this.” She lifted a heavy ball in her hand and licked it sensually.

Caenis smirked. “Yeah, I can do that.” A strong leg quickly raised onto Alter’s shoulder and kicked her away, sending her spiraling onto the floor while coughing up spit.

“The fuck, crazy bitch?!” She wheezed. “I wasn’t done yet!”

“You’ll get your turn.” Caenis glared. They pulled up the smug mystic eye’d woman by her collar, though she remained entirely unphased. “I’m going to ‘convince’ your friend here to stick around first.”

“You’re really gonna give up one of my blowjob’s for her ‘put a brat in her place’ routine?” Alter complained, sitting up. “That’s the oldest trick in the book, her pussy’s got nothing on me!”

“Be quiet.” Fujino shot over her shoulder.

“I don’t care.” Caenis said, yanking away the confident whore’s soaked panties.

“Ugh, fine. I’ll get water, can still taste your cock in my mouth…”

A bit more maneuvering and a bit of golden light later, and Fujino was completely naked and positioned just over Caenis’ tip. Hot streams of wet juices leaked into the throbbing head from her folds, slicking the already spit covered shaft further.

Fujino looked her partner in the eyes. “I look forward to watching you twist beneeeeeEAATH ME?! UWAH?!”

Without a word Caenis had jammed themselves to the base, filling the seductive girl and ramming her womb with as much strength as they could muster. This wasn’t fucking, this was Caenis proving themselves better than this confident little brat.

“How’s it feel having me this deep, huh? First time having your cervix ground to dust?”

“Uwuhhh…” Fujino moaned. “N-noooooooo…”

“Liar.” Caenis backed their hips into a mighty thrust, slamming themselves back against the barrier.

“Fuuuuucccccck!” Fujino swore loudly, spraying Caenis’ pelvis and shivering intensely. “That’s it, it’s not sex unless it’s at least this deep!” Her formally cool voice was now a high pitched whine.

“One thrust? Really?” The tan skinned Lancer groped the other Servant’s ass as they came down from their oragasm. “Where’s that confidence now? Your friend was right, you’re just acting like you’re some kinda experienced whore but you’re just a greedy slut!”

“Sorry…” She grinned stupidly, pulling her head closer to Caenis’. “Can you blame me for wanting this gargantuan meat all to myself?”

“Hmh, not really.” Another cocky grin. “But you’re gonna regret hogging me! Now there’s no one to save you from my bitch-spreader.”

Another harsh thrust followed by a loud moan, then another, and another, until Caenis had established a fast paced rhythm of hip plaps that barely left time for this small fry bitch to even breathe. Muscled arms held her aloft while experienced hips slammed into her spasming folds with practiced precision, plundering Fujino’s deepest places with ease. Tight, warm, soft, this bitch may have been a total pushover but her pussy was heaven!

“Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuckkkkkk!!!!” Girl had a mouth like a sailor! Listening to her breathy swears as she gripped their shoulder for dear life was driving Caenis wild!

“Water’s on the table.” Jeanne Alter reentered the room, completely unperturbed by the hardcore sex the other two were having just a feet away. “Mind hurrying up? Want my turn already.”

“You get a turn when I’m done turning your friend into a cumrag!” Caenis spat, intensifying their thrusts. Her pretty face absolutely covered in cum was an image that inspired them to speed up all the same.

“Yes! Fuck, yes, I’m a dirty little cumrag!” Fujino yelled. “Don’t stop! More! Fill my womb and coat my body with your sperm!”

“Real creative…” Alter grumbled, leaning against a wall.

Pound after pound, Caenis fucked that arrogant bitch into mush. Gods they loved these types, every swear and whine was a testament to how good they really were. Even if this girl’s little facade cracked in a single thrust. Her slender thighs were wrapped around their waist, her arms were crossed behind their shoulders, her tiny tits pressed against Caenis’ huge ones. She was completely overwhelmed by the Greek warrior’s onslaught, as so, so many had been before her.

So why treat her any differently?

Without a word of warning, Caenis came. Thick streams of sperm filled Fujino’s womb quickly, the ropes that didn’t fit plattering against the floor and sticking to Caenis’ muscles thighs as they filled their first slut of the night.

“Ghhhh…” Fujino grunted, limbs going limp as the feeling of becoming a sperm tank took over her.

Caenis laughed. “That’s right, you’re my bitch now. You’ll be a good little prisoner and-”

“I thought I told you it’s an act already.” Jeanne Alter cut in, annoyed.

“Can it, you’re next-”

“No, no, she’s right.” Fujino sighed, suddenly right back to her self-assured demeanor. She awkwardly attempted to push herself off Caenis’ still bucking length, but gave up quickly. “It’s quite fun acting that depraved. It really gets people going. I believe you enjoyed it, correct?”

Caenis blinked. “Wait… oh you had me going!” They laughed heartily. “Shit, you really are good. Don’t think I’ve ever met a pair of girls who were a genuine match for my cock.”

Alter scoffed. “Not like we didn’t already tell you.” She lifted a leg into the air and revealed she wasn’t wearing anything underneath her short, stylish jacket. “Now come and fuck me already. Been hours since the last time I had a cock in my cunt, and your shrimp-dick will have to do.”

Caenis slid Fujino onto the couch. The purple haired woman propped herself up on an elbow to watch the next coupling like it was a mildly interesting soap opera. “For what it’s worth, you definitely have talent. But you’ll need more than that to tame us.”

“I love a challenge.” Caenis licked their lips and grabbed Alter’s meaty thigh, primed to push themselves inside the Avenger’s molton hot lips.

——————

In the Master bedroom, the Tohsaka heir and the Master of Chaldea were deep into negotiations.

“Nnh!” Rin groaned as another thick inch of cockmeat entered her stretched pussy.

“Sorry, are you alright?” Ritsuka asked, stopping his hips.

“I’m fine, I’m just not used to using this hole. Caenis refuses to use condoms, so they always fuck my ass…”

A few absurdly sized condoms, all filled to the bursting m, already were scattered across the room, the result of Rin’s expert hands and thighs. The room still reeked of cum, but it had smelled that way long before Ritsuka had entered, and he was used to the scent by now.

“I’m just glad we’re the same size.” The young man remarked, palming his partner’s cheeks and relishing their softness. “Caenis is missing out not fucking you like this.”

“I’m sure they’ll figure that out at some point. Now can you please get back to plowing me? You have no idea what it's like having your pussy spread after days of anal only…”

Ritsuka backed his own gargantuan cock back and prepared to begin again. “My pleasure, Miss Tohsaka.”

Notes:

I’ve actually seen Garden of Sinners, but I’ll admit my Fujino was a bit rusty.

Chapter 28: The Timeline Where Lev Fails Even Worse (Olga Marie/Male!Ritsuka)

Summary:

Based on a prompt by ASpanishWriter. Contains a lot of emotional sex, quickshot into sex god, marathon sex, mating press, and impregnation.

Notes:

This one’s a bit sappier than usual.

Olga Marie Animusphere was lucky to be alive. A chance distraction, a few steps left of her podium at the exact right moment, and rather than being blasted to bits by the bomb that destroyed the command room, she was merely placed into a coma.

Well, her body was in a coma. Her mind had been sent back to the city of Fuyuki, 2004. A city currently on fire and overrun by hostile Heroic Spirits. Quite literally out of the frying pan and into the fire, she had mused to herself as she accepted her fate. Though she was far from a slouch as a mage, there was little she could functionally do with her inability to summon a Servant to protect herself.

And then, Mash appeared, trailed by the same sleepy nobody she had sent out of the room before the bomb went off. A skinny, sweat slicken young man with short black hair and a bewildered expression. It was clear he was out of his depth at a mere glance. Nonetheless, he tried to give her a comforting smile as Mash pulled the battered and tired director to her feet. It came across as hollow, given the circumstances.

“Well I… How…” Olga Marie cleared her throat. A few skeletons laid in piles of bones around them, the fires raged harshly, but for the moment, she was safe. There was a chance that maybe she’d get to survive this nightmare.

“Perhaps a reintroduction is in order. My name is Olga Marie Animusphere, director of Chaldea and daughter of Marisbury. And you are?”

“Ritsuka Fujimaru. No titles.” He extended a hand.

——————

They were exploring London when she awoke for the first time, she was told. She could recall seeing the infirmary and the blurry outline of Doctor Romani, but little else.

It was just after they left for America she first gained full consciousness. While Ritsuka was walking across the entire North American continent, she was relearning how to walk at all. When she was deemed mentally capable enough to begin resuming some of her duties as director, she could hardly believe some of the things written in the reports. Worked with Joan of Arc herself to defeat a legion of wyverns, helped Nero Claudius defeat almost every famous Roman name in the books, sailed against Blackbeard with Sir Francis Drake, it was all written in explicit detail.

At several points he made absolutely mind boggling decisions. Why he decided that outrunning Heracles, the Heracles, was in any way a good idea when the fate of all humanity was at stake was beyond her reckoning. But somehow his boneheaded, caution to the wind strategies always worked out. Olga would be reprimanding him for his behavior of course, but privately she found his adventures to be fairly entertaining.

By the time they had managed to defeat Queen Medb and resolve the Singularity, Olga was well enough to greet the returning party on her feet. The man that stepped out of the Coffin was even more beaten down then the one she’d seen in Fuyuki, though he appeared much less stressed than before. Fujimaru had better posture, a confident if weary smile, and he had definitely gotten in shape while she was asleep, rather than a passerby holding himself together by a hair he looked…

Looked kind of attrac-

She wasn’t going to think about this any longer. Clearly she was still addled from that explosion.

——————

Camelot and Babalyonia had her almost pulling her hair out. How Romani had managed to not have a genuine heart attack on the job was yet another baffling mystery for the ever growing pile. But, this was it. The Temple of Time. Everything the Animusphere family had worked for, riding on the shoulders of this idiotic Master and his seemingly endless luck.

“Director?”

“Gah!” Olga jumped, almost dropping the clipboard she was holding. “Fujimaru! Do not scare me like that!”

“Sorry, sorry.” He laughed easily, like he wasn’t a few moments away from facing down the thing that had erased history itself. “Just wanted to check in with you before I left.”

“Yes, I understand. Better to be prepared. You will be-”

“No. Check in with you” He emphasized, smile fading slightly. “You holding up well? Da Vinci says you’ve been missing sleep.”

Was he really doing this now, of all times?! She bit back a lecture. “I do appreciate your concern, but this is not the time. I will rest when my task is finished. You should be sure you are ready.”

Fujimaru looked at her for a few more seconds. Olga found it difficult to meet his gaze. Had something broken in the command room? Was it so hot all of a sudden?

“That’s fair, sure.” He conceded. “Just one thing I want to ask you before I go.

What do you plan on doing once this is over?”

There were a large number of answers to that question. Her first objective would be permanently dismantling Chaldea, obviously. The technology and magecraft here could start wars. There were Servants to dismiss, paperwork to file, cover stories to write, and people to unfreeze.

But that wasn't what he meant, and she knew it.

“I do not know.” She answered honestly, turning back to the main room. “I will find something, that I have no doubt. But for now I am focused on our efforts here.”

“…”

She could feel his gaze on her neck.

“Well… that makes two of us. If you want, we can figure it out together.”

Without another word, he left the room. There was a knot in Olga Marie’s chest, but she ignored it. Right now, it was time to work.

——————

“…Wow.”

“That’s all you have to say?”

“I expected you to be gorgeous, but you’re so much more than I could have anticipated.”

‘Figure it out together’ had quickly turned into ‘unofficially dating’ which in turn led to ‘Standing naked in the Director’s quarters and getting ready to have sex’. Olga walked out of the bathroom red as a tomato, a mere two werks since the Grand Order had been declared finished.

“Don’t flatter me, Ritsuka. I don’t compare to half the Servants here.” She covered herself slightly out of instinct.

“I mean it.” He declared, approaching her but keeping a respectful distance. “Why would I compare you to anyone else? You’re the fierce, beautiful director I fell in love with back in that city.”

“W-well…” Ever since they unofficially started dating he’d been complimenting her. Her leadership, her magecraft, her appearance, her kisses… And without fail it made her into a stuttering mess. Twenty three years without as much as a ‘you look nice today, Olga’ and suddenly her b-boyfriend is praising her every chance he gets! “Oh, get on the bed. We’re not here so you can tell how pretty I am, we’re here because you haven’t gotten any action in over a year.”

That was the real reason they were here. As it turned out, the entirety of humanity being at stake really did a number on one’s sex drive. With that gigantic burden removed, an entire year's worth of lust accumulated from hanging around history’s most sexy men and women had hit the Master full force. Olga had accidentally walked in on him with his pants down, and once the inherent embarrassment had worn off they had agreed to this late night rendezvous. ‘I don’t want you distracted’ had been her excuse.

It had nothing to do with the fact that Olga had also been neglecting her needs ever since she took over as director. None at all.

“Yes Director Animusphere.” Ritsuka replied dutifully as he laid back onto the bed. Olga Marie hesitated a few moments as she looked him over. Spartacus’ training routine and all that running had done wonders for the Master’s body: big, strong arms complimented by equally buff shoulders, a lightly defined six pack, legs thick with developed muscles…

“Olga?” He asked, snapling her out of her trance abruptly.

“…Wow.” Was her breathless response.

“See what I mean?”

“Be quiet.”

——————

She decided to start with a blowjob. Sure, she’d never given one before and had no idea what she was doing, but how hard could it be?

HWULLUK!

Very hard. After she was done coughing and Ritsuka assured her that she didn’t need to deepthroat him on the first time (or ever, but her pride would never allow her to simply accept that defeat), Olga placed his tip in her mouth and wrapped her tongue around it.

That got a response. Ritsuka gave a small grunt of pleasure as Olga continued to play with the part of him in her mouth, encouraging her to go further. A few tentative licks and sucking on him like straw seemed to work.

“That’s good…” He said simply. “That’s really good. Keep going…”

Olga pushed forward. She had his length now, and given the nagging feeling in her gullet that was all she was going to take. But that didn’t mean she couldn’t work with what she had.

Slowly and deliberately she moved her head backwards, now staring directly into his blue eyes. Once all she was left with was the tip she moved forward again, establishing a slow, steady rhythm comfortable for her- and amazing for him.

“G-geez…” He groaned, putting his back. “Olga- gh, you’re doing great, your tongue-!”

She gave a drawn out lick to his needy length, cutting off his remark. He was getting harder inside her mouth and throbbing more and more frequently. He must be close, Olga reasoned. Part of her wanted him to just blow it in her mouth, a sign of how quick she learned how to handle him.

But she wanted his first orgasm to mean something, not just blow down her throat pointlessly.

She backed him out of her mouth and lowered herself to his balls. “Don’t tell me you’re going to cum already. Surely you can wait a bit longer.” She started worshiping the packed spheres as best she could. Long, wet licks, and kisses in between hot breaths. In the future she should really try wearing lipstick for this…

“Olga!” Ritsuka hissed through his teeth, hands gripping the sheets tightly. “Don’t tease me, please!”

“Tease?” She questioned between kisses. “I think I’m just -mwah- showing my lover the kind of worship he -mwah- deserves.”

“Don’t talk like that…”

“What?” Olga lifted her head slightly. “You saved me, the entire world, you deserve a little- wha?!”

Ritsuka had grabbed her head and pushed her backward. In a moment he was on top of her, face inches from her’s, breath so hot it was steaming and throbbing tip brushing up against her entrance.

“Olga, can I…?” He managed, holding back husk in his voice. They had no protection, this would be risky…

“Please.” But fuck seeing him like this was hot. Ritsuka looked ready to burst as he pushed into her, effortlessly sinking into her hot, slick depths and spreading her apart. Olga wasn’t a virgin, but it had been so long since she’d been laid that it was almost a brand new feeling. Inch after inch was fed into her slit, he was like a warm steel rod coring out her most sensitive places, unstoppable in his advance. She moaned uncontrollably as he brushed a sensitive point, and it seemed he noticed, stopping to give it a few seconds of attention before continuing.

Finally their hips met softly, he was buried to the base inside her. The two stared at each other for a moment for kissing messily, unable to think straight through their own lust. When they pulled away a few trails of saliva connected their mouths.

“You’re comfortable, right?” He asked a bit awkwardly as he pulled away.

Olge couldn’t help but giggle. Here he was, already balls deep inside her, and asking if she was comfortable? “Pass me a pillow.” Though admittedly her neck did kind of hurt.

“Yeah. Yeah sure.” He passed one to her. “L-look, I know this sounds cliche but I don’t think I’m going to be able to hold back if we keep going.”

She slipped the cushion behind her head. “Then don’t. I wouldn’t have agreed to this if I wasn’t ready.”

“You’re sure you’re fine?” He asked. Why was he embarrassed now? It was adorable, but hadn’t he been the one comfortable to be naked earlier? Guys were weird.

“Ritsuka Fujimaru.” She grabbed the sides of his head. “You are already inside me. I already sucked your dick. If you don’t fuck me into the mattress I will be disappointed.”

The doubt seeped out of his face, and that usual boneheaded smile returned. He yanked his hips back, grabbed her legs, and pulled her onto his cock. Rough, uneven strokes pounded against her, but Ritsuka quickly noticed her weak points and targeted them relentlessly. In moments the confidence Olga had mustered was replaced with pure pleasure. He was stirring up her insides with each movement, pounding her without rhythm or reason, it was inexperienced and primal and she loved it. Olga shut her eyes and surrendered control, happy to ride along if her kept this up-

And then felt liquid warmth splashing inside her.

“S-shit…” He looked embarrassed, but wasn’t pulling out. “Sorry. First time…”

“Don’t be. You’re still hard.” He was, despite his quick first shot he was just as hard as before- perhaps even more erect, somehow.

“Right. I can do better.”

——————

And better he did. They did two more rounds missionary, then three more in doggy style, then a round standing and one where she rode him reverse cowgirl. With every single orgasm he seemed to be getting better, learning the exact ways to stimulate her, lasting longer, keeping a consistent pace. Hours passed and Ritsuka wasn’t slowing down at all, fucking her cum slick folds with eagerness and expertise that somone who was virgin mere hours ago would never be expected to have. Standing side split (he was fortunate she trained for flexibility in physical therapy), against the wall, he even put her in piledriver until they realized it was far less comfortable than it was worth.

But the final position of the night was mating press. Her legs were up to her shoulders, feet wrapped around his back, face nestled in his shoulder. Sweat covered both their bodies, both their fluids gushed from her well-fucked hole, and both of them were in utter bliss.

“Olga!” He cried out. “Olga, Olga, fuck! I love you!”

“I l-l-loooovvvvveeee you tooooo!!!” Olga managed through her own pleasure. He was reaching deeper than he had been, and it was driving her wild. “Ritsuka! Inside again! I want it!”

He grunted, continuing to slam into her without hesitation. Overnight he’d gone from awkward quickshot to sex god, and Olga was the lucky woman who got to witness his transformation. All those muscles working underneath her limbs to slam into her sloppy pussy, building her towards yet another peak!

“Hnnnng!” Olga came again, screwing her eyes shut as her folds gripped and squeezed her lover. It seemed to push him over the edge, more and more of his cum pushing itself inside her, all that pent up energy releasing inside her folds. Though she’d never admit it to him, she needed this- this brutal, hours long fucking just as much as he did. For the first time in years she felt content as he went limp in her arms.

“That was… intense.” She murmured into his ear. She played with his hair with a few fingers. “You really needed that.”

“…”

“Don’t tell me you’re asleep, Fujimaru.”

Soft breaths were her only reply. He’d passed out with his slowly failing cock still inside her, legs still wrapped around his back.

Olga Marie sighed. “Even after all this, still sleeping on the job.” She cradled his head and closed her eyes. Maybe she didn’t know what would come next for her, but with him at her side, she knew it would work out.

It was the best sleep she had ever had.

——————

“So…?”

“Triplets.”

“Wha- you don’t mean-”

“Do you know me as one to joke, Master?”

Nightingale stood outside her infirmary, expressionless face contrasted against Ritsuka’s mixed one. He was shocked, happy, a bit scared, how could he express all this at once?

“That’s- that’s amazing. How did Director Animusphere take the news?”

“She wasn’t surprised. Neither was I, you were together for over ten hours.”

“…How do you know that?”

“You were quite loud. Some Servants took bets on how long you would be together. Mash made quite the fortune in QP.” Nightingale smiled slightly. “Congratulations, Master. I’m sure you will make an excellent father.”

Notes:

Lev kicked Fou out of spite and accidentally distracted Olga Marie while she was getting up onto the podium, if you want the explanation as to how this timeline exists that I came up with while writing this.

Chapter 29: Circe’s Tit Fuck Slut (Circe/Caenis)

Summary:

Based on a request by ShadyManBooRadley. Contains futanari (Circe), breast expansion, paizuri, and elements of mind break.

“Nnnnn-ahhhhhh. Glad Proper Human History has on demand hot water. Can’t imagine ever going back.”

Caenis finished their stretch and opened their eyes to the gym showers. Normally one or two Servants would be there to act as some eye candy, but today they were alone. Maybe they worked out longer than expected and it’d gotten late? For some reason a lot of Servants here liked to sleep.

“Shame. Whatever.” The tanned Servant shrugged and strode over to their belongings, bare feet echoing against the tile. Even when there were others in the room they never wore a towel after a shower- if they were eyeing up the others, it was only fair they gave them a show too, right? They had these big brown tits, firm abs, and sweet, tight ass now, may as well show ‘em off.

Caenis reached for their sports top before stopping for a second. On top of the clothes pile was a pink potion bottle they’d received earlier that day.

——————

“You’re looking to get big, right?” Circe had asked them, forcing the bottle into their hands. “After your workout, take this.”

“The hell are on about? We’re magical energy or something now, can we even get any stronger with post workout?” Caenis had asked, befuddled.

“Tee hee!” The witch smiled. “Trust me, you’ll be huge after just one dose!”

——————

…It was probably a trap. It was Circe, odds are if they took this little potion they’d be stuck as a pig until Master showed up and forced her to reverse it. But, what if it wasn’t? What if that little weirdo actually managed to create something that would put some actual muscle on this body?

“Fuck it. Can’t be that bad being a pig for a couple hours, right?”

The Lancer pulled the stopper from the glass and downed the entire thing in one gulp. It was a bit warm, kinda burned a bit going down, but it wasn’t wretched at least.

The moment it hit the Lancer’s stomach they regretted the decision.

In a flash their tits jumped forward, growing well over two cup sizes in a fraction of a second. The liquid in their stomach burned fiercely as their chest grew forward at a now steady pace, slowly beginning to overtake their torso. Caenis bit back a groan as they blew past the Saint twins, then that bitch nun, her weird AI rival, and it just didn’t stop! They leaned up against a wall, taking heavy, hot breaths as they finally surpassed that big clawed AI girl, and the sea of tanned flesh was still growing. More and more space in front of them was being dominated by these gigantic milkers, preventing the Lancer from seeing their feet, let alone the floor directly in front of them!

The growth only stopped when their breasts were even with their hips, two gigantic, jiggling boobs capped huge, dark brown areola and erect, finger thick nipples. Caenis attempted to reach around their own chest to feel them, but it was no use. Their arms were far too short to even get close to covering the immensity of their own fat milkers.

The shock was quickly replaced with anger. Fierce, burning fury that threatened to boil their very blood. “I. Am going to fucking. KILL. That little, bratty-”

“Adorable, helpful witch?” A high pitched voice spoke from behind the bend. Circe walked into view, grinning widely. “I told you’d get huge! If I’m being honest you’re actually a little smaller than I’d hoped, but it's only my first draft. I’ll have to review my ingredients.”

Caenis grit their teeth. “You’re going to pay for this you piece oooooooooough?!” They had attempted to lunge forward into the smug Caster, but had accidentally pushed their own knee into one of their new extra-extra large udders. A shock of pure, unfiltered pleasure hit their brain harder than a cyclops on steroids, causing their legs to fail. Caenis fell forward onto the ground-

“FFFFFFFUUUUUUCCKKKKKKK!!!”

And directly onto their new frontal cushioning. Their fat nipples scraped against the ground while the rest of their body weight pushed onto those gargantuan chocolate tiddies, forcing another lighting strike of concentrated bliss to their mind. Caenis came hard while resting on their own milky mountains, squirting all over the floor despite their pussy remaining completely untouched.

“I see they're just as sensitive as I wanted them at least, tee hee!”

“Uwaaghhhhh…” Caenis groaned, unable to muffle themselves. The toned Greek’s vision swam, their whole body was limp and twitching, still coming down from the largest orgasm of their two lives. That felt good- dangerously good. Caenis wasn’t sure they could take another full body orgasm like that. “A-alright, you win. You got me, the greaaaat, fuck!” A small aftershock interrupted their concession. “The great Caenis! I’m defeated, now put me back! Please!”

“Mmm, in a bit.” Circe leaned into Caenis’ face. “See, I didn’t give you those cow tits just to watch you squirm on the ground, though it is a great show.” The witch leaned backwards and kicked off her sandals. Caenis thanked the Gods that they didn’t accidentally hit their chest. “I gave you them so I could finally have a tit sleeve that could actually handle me.”

Circe’s toga disappeared, leaving the short witch naked as the warrior. She had a cute, flat chest with a fair set of hips and decent ass, nothing that you couldn’t tell at a glance given that skimpy toga she always wore around. What you could not see normally was the fat, heaving length of veiny cockmeat currently jutting out from between her thighs and directly at the line between Caenis’ dairy silos.

The Lancer’s eyes widened as they stared at the pulsating tip with a mixture of fear and unwanted desire. “Do you know how hard it’s been being into top-heavy sluts without a single one that can actually cover me?” Circe asked, placing a finger on her wide base. “Even Passionlip’s too small for me. But now, I’ve got my own private paizuri heaven!”

“I’m not yours or anyone’s personal fuck doll.” Caenis growled. Any threat the statement carried was negated by the fact they were taking extreme lengths to not accidentally brush their sensitive tits further.

“We’ll see about that, tee hee!”

Circe didn’t play with her prey. The tiny, fat cocked hawk girl took a running start and jumped dick first into the soft brown masses of breast flesh. She landed with arms wide between them and tit-hungry girth wedged firmly between the wobbling mounds.

“Youuuuuuuu biiiiiiitttTTTTCHHH!” Caenis yelled as another full body orgasm wracked through their system. Dark spots danced in front of their eyes as they sprayed the floor yet again with their juices.

“Ohhh, this is exactly what I’ve been wanting!” Circe cheered. “I’m completely smothered in breast meat! You’re so soft Caenis, I can’t help myself!”

The pink haired Caster took large handfuls of Caenis’ sensitive bust and started pistoning her hips. There wasn’t any buildup, Circe had been waiting far too long to take it slow. The short mage was pounded her huge she-meat in between Caenis’ milk makers, reveling in the way their flesh squeezed and squashed around her length. Waves upon waves rippled through each breast, each one forcing Caenis’ already addled brain further down the spiral of pleasure.

“NNNG I HAAAAA- HAAAAAAAHN!” Caenis’ eyes crossed as Circe lightly kicked their boob. “HAAAAAAAHNNN- HATE YOU, YOU HUNG WIIIIIITTTCH!!!”

“You’re welcome!” Circe replied, not stopping her mega-stacked tit fuck for even a second. If anything Caenis was egging her on! In between angry curses and threats, Caenis could do nothing but moan and whine as ultra-sensitive boobs acted as the Witch of Aeaeae’s crash cushions.

“Ghn, gonna cum soon!” Circe announced happily. “Gonna paint your boobs with my cum! Fill your cleavage with my thick spooge!”

If Caenis even heard her though the thick haze of pleasure in their mind, they didn’t respond. Circe kept going, ramming her huge sperm spewer into the valley of tanned titty until-

“Finallllyyyyy!”

The winged woman’s head reeled back as humongous globs of sticky semen flew up her cumtube and in between Caenis’ chocolate hills. She managed a few uneven thrusts, but her mind was so focused on blasting out cock gunk into the biggest, softest pair of milkers on Earth she couldn’t manage much more. “Take it all! I’m marking these boobs mine for all time! You won’t ever be able to cum again without someone fucking your tits!”

What cum wasn’t stuck between Caenis’ boobs splattered onto the ground loudly. Most was trapped between them, warm, gooey ropes connecting them together. Circe finally stopped cumming and stumbled backwards, popping herself free of the pleasure sleeve she created and taking and panting loudly.

“Ffffffuck me…” Caenis managed, mind hanging on by a thread. “You- nahhhn- you’re done now right?! You can put me baaaaaack?!”

“Not even close.” Circe recovered her breathing and smiled mischievously once again. “I wasn’t exaggerating, you know. We’re not going anywhere until you’re just as addicted to these tits as I am, tee hee!”

——————

Hours later, Circe would finally let Caenis go. Their face has been stuck in a mind broken aheago for hours now, and they hadn’t said anything that wasn’t slurred beyond comprehension in just as long. The witch stepped into the shower, washing the sweat and cum off her body with a contented expression on her face. For the first time in months, her limp length wasn’t making bathing annoying with thoughts of torso sized boobs wobbling enticingly, fat nipples just begging to be pulled…

She should really stop before she actually did get another erection.

“Well Caenis, I’m a Witch of my word.” She stepped out of the shower with a fluffy towel and back into the still empty locker room (she had deliberately faked a closure just for this). “I have a neutralizing potion in my room. It’ll only work for the next… maybe two hours? After that you’ll have those milk jugs attached to you permanently~ Just say the word, and I’ll go grab it for you!”

“…Dn… w-at…” Caenis mumbled something, face buried in their own cleavage.

“What was that?” Circe leaned close.

“I don’t- I don’t…” Caneis struggled. Later the Lancer would make excuses: the smell of sperm wafting up from their cleavage was messing with their mind, the potion was making them say irrational things, that they didn’t actually mean what they said.

But they both knew the truth.

“I don’t want it.” They admitted. “But- you made me like this. You better not leave me hanging. If I’m gonna have tits so big that I can lay on ‘em, you’re gonna make sure I feel like that again.”

“Teehee!” Circe laughed. “Deal.” Her toga reappeared on her body as she strode towards the exit, sandals echoing on the tile. “Best clean yourself up soon, by the way. The gym should be reopening any second now. Who knows what that homunculus you hang out will think if she finds you like this?”

“…Damn it.”

Mordred would catch them trying to sneak away, but thankfully Caenis had managed to clean themselves of cum before then. Better to be just a cow than tit fuck slut…

Notes:

I don’t believe I’ve ever mentioned this, but I have a Twitter, @SimpleStar770. I don’t use it for much, but if you want to do an art trade or set up a collaboration, you can reach me there.

Chapter 30: Night of the Round Table (Part 2, Fem!Ritsuka/Barghest, Morgan)

Summary:

Based on a prompt by AnimeTiddy. Contains Futanari (Ritsuka), femdom, mentions of pregnancy, a bit of lactation, mentioned cumflation, edging, and breeding kink.

In the months that had passed since her roundtable had gotten knocked up Morgan had elected to be practical. It had admittedly stung to be informed that her three most trusted allies had gone behind her back, but a single misstep in what was otherwise fully devoted service could be overlooked. Seeing Baobhan Sith’s slender stomach swell with life alongside Gawain and Lancelot’s filled her with a deeply unfamiliar sense of pride, one that she ensured was not made known. This sort of behavior was not to be repeated, especially not with their Master. Fourteen children fathered in a single night! Perhaps with Barghest it was to be expected, given her disposition and close relationship to hounds, but quadruplets in both of her other Tam Lin? What sort of reproductive magic was that husband of her’s hiding?

“Mother? You’re doing it again.”

It was lunchtime at Chaldea, and as she had elected to eat with her daughter. The tight drum that was her daughter’s stomach combined with her swollen breasts that spilled over the hem of her maternity top made her the ideal picture of a mother in Morgan’s eyes. Indeed, she would make an excellent caretaker for her Granddaughters. Just the thought of the word made the impassive woman smile just a bit-

“Mother!”

The High Queen of the Fae blinked. “Excuse me. I seem to have been lost in my thoughts.”

“You’ve been doing that ever since I busted out of my old dress.” The pregnant redhead took a sip of her water while eyeing her maternal figure with badly hidden concern. “It was bad when Bargy accidentally started leaking so much she started hauling around a pump, but since I switched to this special maternity costume you’ve spent more time in the clouds than Melu.”

“The idea of being a Grandparent has given me reason to reflect. My Proper Human History self did not take responsibility for her children and I have not been perfect raising you.” Morgan explained. “I did not ever expect to need to raise young.”

The Archer rolled her eyes. “We both know that’s not the main reason. It’s been six months and you still haven’t made your move on Ritsuka! You know she’s down to breed you whenever, right? If you walked over to her right now and asked, she'd probably bend you over the table and pound a couple kids into you then and there!”

“Baobhan Sith.” Morgan said the name sternly, placing her fork down onto her tray and staring directly into her daughter’s eyes. “Must I remind you once more I can see deception?”

The other Faerie folded in an instant under her mother’s gaze. “That bitch Barghest has been hogging her!” She whined childishly. “Crane tailored me custom lingerie three weeks ago and I outgrew it before I got a single round with Master! Every night I go to her room and they’re either fucking like animals or being so sweet it makes me sick. With you in our rotation you can force her to give me a turn!”

“Oh, but the part about you isn’t a total lie.” She added hastily, breaking eye contact as she played with her food. “I’ve seen the way you stare at your stomachs when you think we’re not looking. You want this too, you said so yourself. I wouldn’t mind some baby sisters either- if you promise that I’ll still be your favorite.”

This time there were no lies to be seen. The stoic Berserker had initially planned to join her knights the same day she found out, but had put it off to begin making plans for the incoming baby wave. Days had turned into weeks, then months, and now…

“You are correct, daughter.” Morgan spoke quietly.

“Of course I am! No one can replace me as High Queen Morgan’s favorite!” She yelled loudly, drawing eyes from across the room.

“I am referring to my jealousy. I will love all of my daughters equally once I have made them.”

“You can still have a favorite!”

“Do you believe you will have a favorite child out of your four?”

“…Damn it. Fine. Just make sure that bloated bimbo hops off Ritsuka’s dick long enough for me to get a few turns in. Please?”

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Shluk, gulk, gulk, ghhk, gluck!

SHLLLLLUUUUUUUUUUUP

With months of practice Barghest’s blowjobs had gone from passionate but awkward to full on something that resembled the work of a sperm slurping succubus. Each of Ritsuka’s girthy inches was effortlessly shoved past the towering blonde’s tonsils and into her throat, where it spasmed and squeezed that enormous she-spire in devoted worship. Once the Saber’s constant, content humming was added on it was enough that even after nightly rounds with the heavily pregnant mother of six the perverted redhead was still turned into a gasping mess at her breed-wife’s efforts.

Hwlk, shlk, shlk, gllllrrrk! Urk, ghk, mhnnn, unghhh!

Ritsuka melted back into her pillows in absolute bliss. Another night of dedicated ball draining, the perfect end to any day. She should have knocked up the humongous warrior faerie the moment she stepped out of the summoning circle, as good as she was in a fight she was infinitely better on bedroom duty.

SHLUUUUUURK! GLUUUUUUUP!

“I suspected as much. So enthralled with each other it’s as if nothing else exists.”

Both women went rigid with surprise as the low, sultry voice shocked them out of their tryst. Barghest recovered first, fear and shock in her mismatched eyes as she pulled herself off her lover and stood at attention.

“My Queen! I-I did not expect your arrival. Could you perhaps give us a moment to make ourselves decent?” The horned fae attempted to stand dignified. It was an impossible task, her face was covered with a sheen of cockgrease while her rotund stomach jutted out in front of her as if she was carrying a yoga ball inside her. Not to mention the way motherhood had affected her chest, the Saber could no longer fit in her armor from the sheer size of her own mammaries.

“That moment has long passed.” Morgan spoke coolly. “I have been watching for several minutes with neither of you being any the wiser.”

“Uh, sorry about that.” Ritsuka scratched her head, trying her best not to eye up the High Queen staring down at her. Fuck those tits were huge, and on her tiny frame… “So, do you need something?”

The Berserker nodded. “As a matter of fact, my daughter told me something most interesting today. She told me that you would be ‘down to breed me whenever.’ I trust that given you have fathered her first born that her words are true?”

There was another moment of silence as Ritsuka struggled to process the words. “You mean-”

“Answer the question.” Her stern voice interrupted.

“Uh… yes.” Not like she could lie to a Faerie of Paradise anyways. Was it that obvious she wanted Bao’s mom? Sure she’d openly lusted after the imposing Queen but no more than she had anyone else!

Morgan’s lips turned into a small smile. “Good. Then I require your seed, preferably placed directly into my womb. I intend to give Baobhan many younger sisters and expect you to live up to this expectation. Your work with Gawain will serve as a baseline for your performance.” Barghest fidgeted in place but held her tongue. “You may assist, my loyal knight.”

“Thank you, High Queen Morgan!” The pregnant Servant practically shouted, thankful that she wasn’t in trouble.

“Now then…” Ritsuka watched as Morgan’s clothes evaporated into nothing, leaving her clad in only a set of black and blue thigh highs. Her pale, slender curves were open to her Master’s hungry eyes: a flat stomach just begging to be bloated with motherhood, two sizable tits with bright pink areola that shone like beacons against her snow white skin, and those legs! Her leggings only made them more tantalizing! “Let us begin.”

In a single, clean movement Morgan mounted the futanari’s still aching rod. Ritsuka groaned as the tip of her nearly foot and half monstercock was teased by the wet lips of the white haired fae, bucking her hips desperate to get inside her- only to feel the wet heat pull away.

“Did I ask you to move, husband?”

“N-no.”

“Mm, and yet you still did so.” A sadistic glint appeared in Morgan’s eye. “It seems your experience with my roundtable has given you false expectations of me. Gawain!”

“Yes, My Queen?” Came the knight’s quick response.

“Hold her still. Your pregnancy has not reduced your muscle mass enough to make this difficult, I assume?”

“It has not.” She quickly grabbed hold of Ritsuka’s hips, pinning her to the bed. Though her abs had long disappeared and her arms were nowhere near as defined under a layer of motherly flab, Barghest was still scarily strong. Her expression was almost apologetic, but Ritsuka’s erection was harder than ever. Pretty women telling her what to do in bed was just as hot as pretty women slobbering on her cock and thanking her for knocking them up!

“Very good.” Morgan spread her lower lips and began to tease her again. A few drops of her wetness dribbled onto the throbbing breeding rod, driving Ritsuka wild underneath Barghest’s inescapable grip. “Keep her steady as I lower myself. She must learn who is in charge of our relationship.”

Slowly, agonizingly in fact, Morgan began to take the many inches of Ritsuka’s cock inside of her spread lips. Her mind was a mess: ‘Impregnate! Breed! Fuck her till she inflates like a balloon, then do it again! Get this haughty bitch pregnant!!!’ but there was nothing she could do except watch as her lover sunk herself deeper and deeper onto her pleasure pole.

When their hips finally met Morgan let out a light, satisfied noise. Looking down she could see the imprint of her husband’s meat tower stretching her skin, reaching up between the snow line of her bust. The Fae Queen gave it a few smooth pumps through her own skin before speaking again, “Can you feel my womb against your crown? I certainly do, you seem to have sprung quite the leak…”

“Ghougggggghgghn…” Ritsuka could only manage a moan at first. Baobhan, Barghest, Melusine, maybe they would measure up when they weren’t having to work around a pregnancy, but right now Morgan’s tight cunt was the best she’d had. The Queen saw fit to merely grind her hips for a bit, allowing the futanari to adjust. “You know I can feel it… I’m so close, just a little more!”

“No.”

“Wha- please!”

Barghest cleared her throat. “My Queen, surely there are better ways to instruct Master than this?”

Morgan shook her head. “This serves another purpose. Preparing these,” she leaned back and lightly squeezed Ritsuka’s rumbling sperm sacks, “virile things. I expect as strong a load as our Master can muster, and I will string her along until I believe she is ready.”

“As you say…” Barghest watch Ritsuka writhe, so close to the verge of orgasm but kept from finishing. After a while she slowed and her breathing steadied, looking up at Morgan pleadingly.

“Mm. Good. You can release her now.”

The Saber obeyed the command, releasing her Master’s hips. As Morgan guessed she remained still. “What would you have me do now?”

“Whatever suits you.” Morgan said simply, beginning to move once more. “Baobhan claims you spend a great deal of time in Master’s bed. You are better suited than I to decide your course of action.”

The blonde opened her mouth to defend herself, but stayed her tongue. Yes she had been hogging Master and her big breeding bat, but could anyone blame her? She’d been happier every day since she started showing, just a few weeks ago she’d finally started producing milk for their incoming children!

“Milk…” Barghest murmured to herself. She quickly moved further up the bed to straddle her lover, before roughly grabbing her head and forcing it into her breast. Ritsuka began to suck like a woman possessed, desperately trying to suckle out as much of the hound’s dairy as she could manage. A few flecks of white fell onto her tongue, a creamy goodness that she herself had made the Fae produce, and she roughly grabbed onto that swollen tit and began to milk it for all it was worth.

So began the next hour. Morgan would bring the futanari to the brink of orgasm, stop, then start again, edging her over and over to the brink of insanity. All the while she sucked and pulled on the humongously pregnant Tam Lin, savoring the few droplets of delicious milk she could pull from the tips in her mouth. Barghest herself tried to encourage the Master, surely Morgan would show mercy soon, but it rang hollow after the fifth time she stopped before Ritsuka could finally blow the load brewing in her balls. Every denied orgasm was just adding more fuel to the fire, her inevitable cumshot thickening and growing with each stop of Morgan’s hips…

Until finally the High Queen thought she had gone far enough. “You can release her. Any further denial would be pointless.” She gave another squeeze of Ritsuka's bloated, moaning ball sack.

“I was enjoying it thou-” Barghest stopped herself. “Yes, My Queen.” She let go of Ritsuka’s head, already missing her incessant suckling. Then again, she’d have six mouths to feed in the coming months anyways…

“It is time. Are you prepared?”

“Yes Mommy.” Ritsuka spoke breathlessly. “Morgan.”

“Either name will apply to me soon. Your mistake is forgiven.” The amused Queen raised herself once more. Thick strands of sweat and femcum connected their hips, steam radiating from the space between them. Were it not for the fact her needs were well satisfied and she was in the presence of her Queen, it would have driven Barghest absolutely feral.

Without warning or hesitation Morgan began to bounce on Ritsuka’s primed phallus, this time lacking any of her usual finesse and grace. Before she was edging the Master, but now? The Tam Lin recognized what Morgan was in an instant.

Her normally muted expression was a lewd grin, her hips were rocking quick and desperate, already her eyes were starting to cross, and Barghest swore she caught a genuine, if muffled, moan rumble out of the stoic woman’s throat. Morgan had ceased to be the Fae Queen, the mythical witch, even a Servant. Now she was just as much a bitch in heat as her knights had been all those months prior, clamoring for the seed of the woman she desired most.

Ritsuka would have loved this look on her, but the poor woman couldn’t do anything but shut her eyes and try not to spray her backed up load immediately. Her balls trembled angrily, her cock twitched and throbbed as Morgan bounced and ground her hips, her cervix kissing the edged woman’s cockhead like a passionate lover, but she couldn’t just cum in under a minute like some kind of chump!

It was a difficult scene for Barghest to observe. Surely Queen Morgan wouldn’t mind if she interfered a little?

“You’ve done well to last this long Master, but you don’t need to hold back anymore.” Barghest whispered into the laying woman’s ear. “I know you want to see her pregnant, just as big and round as me. She wants it just as much as you do. Show Queen Morgan the same love you showed us. Give Tristain a few sisters.”

Given the delirious state the futanari was in, it was impossible to tell if she had understood a single word Barghest had said. Coincidence or not, the moment the Saber pulled away Ritsuka passed the point of no return. Her neglected sack clenched, cock bloated, and cum thicker than custard splurt into Morgan the same way it had on night the redhead first bred the roundtable. Unlike the other three, the faerie of paradise handled being slowly bloated like a cum balloon well. She groaned appreciatively as her middle swelled with Ritsuka’s reproductive ball gunk, shivering with delight as heat of her husband’s semen settled heavily inside and got to work attacking whatever eggs it could find.

“Once again you’ve passed my expectations…” Morgan mused, rubbing her still swelling belly as Ritsuka gripped the sheets tightly. “How does this compare, Gawain?”

“I apologize, I did not pay attention to that. I… was not in the best state of mind.” Barghest blushed furiously.

“A shame.” Her eyes fluttered as another hefty rope of semen flung itself out of Ritsuka’s tip and into her overpacked organ.

It would be another full minute before Ritsuka was done, and even longer before she could speak. “That… was amazing. Morgan I don’t think anyone has ever managed to get me this tired after sex.” She rubbed her eyes. “Guess I’m not as good as I thought. I can’t feel anything…”

“Even this?” Morgan wiggled her hips. “You seem exhausted, but it seems your penis craves more.”

“H-hey, give a girl a break!” Ritsuka tried to sit up, only to find Barghest grabbing her shoulders. “I need some time to recover-”

“I know you have more to give than that. We were bigger when you were through with us.” Barghest spoke over her, positioning herself so Ritsuka rested her head on the taller woman’s soft thighs.

“That was different! I saved up for that, and there were three of you, and-”

“There will be three of us again soon.” Morgan turned herself around, switching to reverse cowgirl as she began to raise herself once again. “You owe my daughter many sessions of attention. Pray Lancelot feels more forgiving.”

“…You’re pregnant though, right?” Ritsuka managed weakly.

“Without a doubt.” The Queen slunk herself down once more on her new throne. Much better than that office chair back in their conference room.

Notes:

Opted to make Morgan the dominant one in this, which I think was the correct choice. Futasub is something I don’t write often enough.

Chapter 31: Rin’s Unexpected Encounter with Parallel Worlds (Ishtar double fill)

Summary:

As a bit of an experiment, I added a framing device to this one. If you want to skip it jump to the first set of stars.

In the years that had passed since those eventful few weeks in 2004, Rin Tohsaka had come to understand something about herself: There were a great deal of things she did not, and would never, truly understand. This revelation was common in most as they reached adulthood, but for Mages, this sort of admission was typically seen as admitting failure. It made the Tohsaka heir a bit of an oddity in the magical world, someone clearly dedicated to her studies and increasing her understanding of the magic, but lacking the edge other’s of her craft prided. If her research led her into arts and rituals that were closely guarded family secrets she would simply approach a member of the clan and ask for them. Rather than take the inevitable denial as a challenge, risking life and limb like most curious students in the search for knowledge, she would simply move along with her life. At one point there was even a movement to have her expelled from the Clock Tower for this behavior: A particularly paranoid clan spent quite a bit of time and money setting up traps for the Tohsaka girl, only for her to never follow up with them beyond a simple, unenchanted letter asking them to reconsider their stance, leaving all their effort wasted. It was a movement that was universally shut down.

It was this rare attitude that attracted the attention of a certain observer of parallel worlds. This particular version of Rin had managed to swallow enough of her pride to avoid the many pitfalls her other selves had fallen victim to, but remained driven and curious enough to still be intriguing. A potential candidate for the observer’s magic to be passed to or, should that fail, an interesting conversation partner. And so, deep in the woman’s rest, dreams of realities not her own found themselves drifting through her unconscious mind…

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Based on a prompt by InvitedGuest? Ritsuka/Ishtar. Contains power dynamic reversal, fingering, and several sex positions.

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Things were going well for Ishtar. A few days back she had gotten into a scuffle with rudest set of travelers she’d ever met. One had the audacity to touch her behind! Touching a Goddess without permission was a serious offense in itself, let alone her rump! After a brief fight (which she was winning with absolute ease, like always) the offender had surrendered, pleading for her to spare their lives.

In her infinite mercy she had agreed, at a price of course: She would be taking the one who wronged her as her new servant. He was a man with black hair, a fairly strong build, and had a gentle voice and demeanor, all qualities that made him excellent eye candy in Ishtar’s eyes. She’d get bored of him in a few weeks and get rid of him in one way or another, but she would cross that bridge when she got to it. For now he would wash the floors of her temple, deal with her worshipers when she didn’t feel like doing so, polish her gemstones, and whatever else occurred to her.

It was three days into his tenure where she found out the young man’s hidden talents: His hands. After a long day of lounging around and pestering that annoying golden king she felt like she had earned herself a massage. Ishtar had expected him to either be embarrassed or far too excited about the prospect of touching her beautiful bare back, but he simply agreed to it- and then demonstrated skills worthy of a Goddess! By the time he was done Ishtar’s already nimble form felt lighter than air and more flexible than ever.

Soon the massage sessions became a daily occurrence. Ishtar made sure that he was properly rewarded for his skill of course, and even gave him the honor of referring to him by name: Ritsuka. After a week she didn’t have to ask, she’d just lie down on the massage table and let him get to work.

“Ohhhh Ritsuka!” Ishtar called for her servant, lying stomach down on her table. “It’s that time of day again~”

“As you wish, my Goddess.” He stated formally. She had told him to lighten up a bit, but he insisted on being stuck up. It didn’t really matter to her, whatever made him happy.

He worked down Ishtar’s shoulders, the middle of her back, the usual routine. Ishtar could never understand how her vessel could ever live with all these knots. As he worked lower and lower the Goddess melted into the massage… only to gasp suddenly as his hands left her back and jumped to her inner thighs.

“H-hey!” She shouted indignantly. “Watch your hands!”

Her servant ignored the order and rubbed his master’s soft legs softly. “You’re really sensitive here, aren’t you? Even when I’m tasked with your legs you never let me here.” He traced a finger up the length of her thigh, stopping at Ishtar’s tiny black bottoms. The Goddess shuddered under his touch. “All it takes is a few touches and suddenly you’re not so powerful. Tell me, have you had sex at all since you were summoned here?”

“You cheeky l-little…” She bit her lip to hide a gasp of pleasure as Ritsuka gently stroked her weak points. “So what if I’m having a dry spell?”

“Dry? You’re absolutely soaking down here.” He pressed a few fingers into her covered mound, drawing a sharp gasp from his supposed owner. “It seems you’re craving a different kind of ‘massage’.”

Ishtar pressed her face into the table to hide her blush. “I-I… fine, go ahead! My standards for this sort of thing are high, so you better perform or I’ll turn you into a smoking crater!”

Ritsuka slipped underneath her bottoms and began to play with her flushed lips. Two digits slipped inside the raven haired divinity’s soaked tunnel while a third gently played with her clit, teasing it just enough to turn his captor into a flustered puddle. This random traveler absolutely knew how to give his clients happy endings.

Ishtar felt the strength fade from her body as he worked his fingers inside her, slowly pushing deeper and deeper, always waiting until just before she had acclimated before rubbing her sensitive button and going further. In minutes the proud Goddess was reduced to the groaning and gasping pleasure junkie she truly was on the inside.

But just when she was approaching her limit, he pulled away, leaving her on the edge of an absolutely divine peak.

“Come onnnnnn…” She complained into her arms. “Finish me off! You’ve been doing so well for a human.”

There was a moment of silence before he spoke. “…Screw it. Escape can wait, I might never get this chance again.”

He jumped onto the table with her, pulled down her bottoms and sunk his cock directly into her waiting folds. The Goddess came on the spot, finally being pushed over the edge as he unexpectedly laid on top of her and pushed their hips together. Though she would never admit it, Ishtar loved being pinned like this. Sure she had her pride, but that just meant throwing it all away to bottom felt even better!

“Ghhh, you’re tight.” Ritsuka grunted into her ear, pumping his hips in and out. “I was going to escape, but there was no way I could resist this!”

“Ah he he, that’s my Goddess body for youuuuuu…!” Ishtar spoke breathlessly through her own orgasm. Already she felt another one coming, it had taken seconds for her lover to begin targeting the weak spots he had scouted with his fingers earlier. Skilled with his hands, great in bed, what kind of place had this guy come from?

After he got his fill of prone bone, Ritsuka grabbed his Goddess’ arms and forced her into doggy style, playing with her fat divine ass like it was his property. While not as sensitive as her legs Ishtar’s meaty butt was definitely a weak point, and every grope and grasp drew out her chained peaks even longer. Next he bent her over the table and grabbed her luscious hair. Somehow he still hadn’t cum once, how much stamina could one man have?!

The hours dragged on, and Ishtar found herself in all sorts of positions. Missionary, standing side split, full nelson (she really liked that one, humans occasionally managed to surprise even her), a position she didn’t even have a name for where he dropped her to the floor, pulled up her lower body, and pounded her into the floor- and the whole time he was still as hard and stiff as he had been when they started. As night fell he picked her up and pinned her against one of the pillars of the temple, kissing her deeply as he ground their hips together.

“H-hhaaaaa…” Ishtar panted as he pulled away. “Kissing me after pounding me senseless all day… I shouldn’t like it but I doooooooo…”

Ritsuka was completely out of breath, chest heaving underneath his sweat soaked top. “I can’t say I’ve, hough, ever had a Goddess before today. You’re everything you said you were.” He buried his head into her shoulder, still breathing heavily as weakly stumbled into one last load.

“And you’re… so much more than I expected.” Ishtar wrapped her legs around his waist. “Come on, give my greedy pussy another one… I want ittttt…”

Another splurt of semen splashed into Ishtar’s already sperm slick love canal. The Goddess had stopped cumming a little while ago, just riding the post orgasm bliss as her partner finally hit his limit. Ishtar was a literal sex God, no one could outlast her in bed- but this human had gotten the better of her. That was impressive in its own right, not to mention the fact that even as he finally started to fail, he was still trying to get her off by grinding their hips and kissing her shoulder weakly.

The pair slid to the ground and Ritsuka fell asleep in Ishtar’s embrace.

“There’s no way I’m giving this cock up now…”

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The next Mash and a few other Servants rushed into the temple to rescue the Last Master. Mash had expected him to he in chains, utterly miserable and exhausted, kept starved by the cruel Goddess of Venus…

But instead she found Ishtar lying on a massage table, topless, while her Master dutifully worked her back.

“Hey Mash. I’ve got us some help!”

“You… convinced her to come to our side with a massage?”

“Sort of. To cut it short, do you remember Medb’s and Scathach’s ‘lessons’?”

Ishtar wasn’t listening. Her massage/sex servant said he needed some help with some Gorgon thing, and that if she came along he’d continue to serve her willingly. That was all she needed to know, although she wished he’d shut up and fuck her again soon…

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Based on a prompt by Arcozius? Ishtar/Genderbent Shiro and Mash. Contains futanari (Ishtar), futadom, varying degrees of mind break, and a more literal power dynamic reversals.

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Things were going well for Ishtar. A few days back she had gotten into a scuffle with rudest set of travelers she’d ever met. One had the audacity to touch her behind! Touching a Goddess was a serious offense in itself, let alone her rump! After a brief fight (which she was winning with absolute ease, like always) the offender had surrendered, pleading for her to spare their lives.

In her infinite mercy she had agreed, at a price of course: She would be taking them as members of her harem. Ever since her summoning the fertility deity had been meaning to start gathering girls to service her, and these two travelers were prime harem babes. The red haired one, Shiro (the name rang a bell, but Ishtar ignored it), had shirt stuffers so big that it was a miracle she wasn’t falling forward. Flat is fantastic, sure, but big is beautiful! To support all that front fat the messy haired tomboy had a fairly impressive set of muscles, though they were nothing compared to the strength the Goddess capable of with her slim limbs~

And her friend, the pink haired one, ghhh her body was ripe for breeding! The shield girl had a set of hips wider than her shoulders and an ass so fat it rivaled Ishtar’s own set of clap-meat. On top of all that she was absolutely adorable, one quick look at the bulge her new owner was packing and she turned into a blushing, bottom heavy maiden!

Needless to say, Ishtar had hit the jackpot with these two. When they arrived at her temple she wasted no time telling them their new roles.

“You wanted to touch me without my permission?” Ishtar floated over them with a leer. “Well you have my full permission now. From today forward you will be my personal cum-dumps and cock sleeves, existing solely to worship at the base of my balls and drain them at my command.”

“R- Ishtar, please, everyone is in danger!” The busty redhead pleaded. “We need to end this singularity before-”

SMACK

Ishtar had casually floated above her, parallel to the floor, and allowed her clothes to disappear. Her semi-erect divine breeding pole swung directly into the speaking woman’s face, halting her speech as she was forced to confront the heavy log of she-meat. It was a tool that clearly belonged to a true Goddess of fertility, even limp it was clearly over two feet and only getting bigger as its owner got more and more turned on from the amazed expression of her new slut servants. The cockslap had stunned Shiro for a moment, but the sheer girth of Ishtar’s bitchbat covered the Master’s entire face and left her breathless. Content that she had made her point, the floating Archer looked over at Mash to find her openly ogling the mighty semen silos accompanying her growing harem tamer.

“Oh? Do you like my sloshing sperm stores?” Ishtar teased the staring Shielder. “My heaving sack of manadense fuck mud? There’s no need to hold yourself back, you know. My jewels could use a good polish~”

“I-I…” The flustered demi-Servant was openly drooling as she drank in the sight of Ishtar’s oversized cum factories. “We need to…”

“Listen to your heart. You could try to run away, oooorrrr you could stuff your face into my balls while your friend titfucks me.” Ishtar’s cock continued to grow, the angle allowing her fist sized tip to brush up against the enormous milk tanks Shiro was carrying around on her chest. A few thick veins raced up and down the flawless skin of the shaft as if to emphasize its virility, flexing powerfully in rhythm like a second heartbeat.

Shiro watched the flushed cocktip brush against her shirt clad titties as if hypnotized. An observer would think that Ishtar was exerting some kind of power over the Master, but the cocky beauty didn’t have any magical sway over minds. Nope, Shiro was stripping off her shirt and unclipping her bra of her own free will, submitting herself to Ishtar’s God cock because she wanted it~. That was just the effect she had on weak minded size sluts like Shiro!

After freeing her enormous udders from their cloth prison Shiro wrapped them around Ishtar’s dangling shaft and got pumping. The Goddess gave an approving grunt as the top half of her divine dick was wrapped in warm, squishy softness. Now these were a proper set of tits! If her vessel wasn’t so limited she’d grow a pair just like them herself!

“M-Master?!” Mash cried out. “We can’t! We need to stop the Singularity, stop Solomon! We can’t waste time worshiping this huge, womb breaking fuck rod or her sloshing baby batter bakeries!” The moment the words were out of her mouth she covered it with both hands. Seemed the innocent maiden had a dirty mind…

“Look how hard she is Mash!” Shiro called out, still pushing her enormous tits along the pulsating shaft. “We can’t just leave her. A hero of justice always helps those in need. I’ll drain this cock dry, and then we’ll talk to her about the singularities!” She placed a deep kiss on the flank of cockmeat she could reach. Above her, Ishtar rolled her eyes. Whatever made her keep pumping these puppies up and down…

Mash hesitated for a moment. Her eyes were still on Ishtar, but now she was staring at the neglected half of the Goddess girthy pole. All she needed was a push…

“We’re going to be here for hours at this rate.” Ishtar bemoaned. “There’s so much of me unattended! Normally it takes four girls to please me properly, and even your ultrasoft cowtits can’t compare to that. I suppose I’ll have to search for more harem members tomorrow. Then I’ll hear about your single-hilarities…”

Mash’s eyes opened wide. Ishtar grinned. ‘Hook, line, sinker.’

“I guess I can serve this gargantuan sex-slab if it speeds things up…” Her armor disappeared, and Ishtar swore she grew three cup sizes in under a second. Still not quite the size of Shiro’s chest pillows, but more than enough to cover Ishtar’s bloated sludge tube! Just how compressing was that armor?!

“Ooooh, that’s it!” The Goddess praised the pink haired woman as she pressed herself against Ishtar’s hulking cock. Her dick was in true tit heaven right now, surrounded entirely by four huge, amazingly soft breasts! “Be a good pair of harem girls and milk out your first load! Don’t stop until I can’t help but coat you in my divine jizz! These stupidly soft jugs should be completely glazed in my pent up cock cream!”

Shiro and Mash worked in perfect harmony. One went up, the other down, meeting in the center and squishing their shelf of jiggling titmeat together with a slight slap that was music to Ishtar’s ears. The red haired one peppered kisses onto the throbbing sperm shooter whenever her partner wasn’t occupying the space, and the demi-Servant would occasionally reach up behind her to give one of Ishtar’s dagling seed stores a light squeeze, something that drove the Goddess wild. After a little while they even started doing synchronized kisses on each side of the floating woman’s bulk, almost like they were lovers separated by a towering wall of unparalleled stud-dick.

“I knew you’d make good ball drainers. You both are naturals at paizuri!” Ishtar praised them genuinely. It wasn’t often you met such gifted harem whores after all~ “I might just cum soon if you keep this up.”

Shiro perked up at that. “Mash, it’s time!”

“Right, Master!”

The duo pressed their chests together rather than stacking them. Ishtar’s hanging cock was pinned between two sets of perfect paizuri pillows, and soon the warm onahole of boobs started stroking her shaft in a pace faster than before! These two were trying to milk her seriously!

“Ghhhhn, that’s it! I like it when my girls show initiative!” Ishtar called out. Her stuffed sacks were starting to grumble to life, pushing slowly up towards her hips and preparing to dump their contents all over her first conquests of her summoning. The Goddess could feel the days old ball slime churning inside, desperate to breed the top tier pussy that was servicing Ishtar’s cock- too bad it was only their tits! “Keep going! I’m so close!”

“Faster Senpai!”

“We can do it!”

Faster and faster, pressing more and more closely together, the two were in perfect sync with each other. Even a fertility Goddess could only take so much of such a perfect combination tit-fuck! This sort of sex sleeve would break the minds of any man or futa exposed to it, permanently turning them into boob addicts who couldn’t do anything but think about the utter perfection of Chaldea’s Master and her Servant. But for Ishtar, these were just particularly good candidates for the first members of her harem- ones she was eager to break in.

“Cumming~!”

As she sung the word Shiro and Mash felt the shaft between them bloat somehow bigger, forcing their pressed breasts apart as sperm shot up the Goddess’ cum tube and eventually-

SPLU-U-U-U-URTTTTTTTT

Thick, chunky ropes of divine cock snot shot out of the tip and into the laps of the harem girls, instantly coating their thighs in Ishtar’s essence. Before even the first stream of fuck sludge was out of Ishtar’s balls Shiro’s clothes were permanently ruined, not that she would need them much longer. Both sets of tits were quickly coated from the bottom up with a heavy sheen of semen that splashed back up onto them, covering their pale skin in yellowish, saved up sperm. Mash sniffed the air and was met by the Goddess’ potent cock-reek, the musk instantly invading her brain and rewiring it to only ever want to smell the contents of her harem master’s sweaty sack.

And the first shot was followed by a second, a third, a fourth, Ishtar hadn’t had sex in days, so it would be a long time before she slowed down! She grinned haughtily as she emptied her bloated balls all over the pair of travelers who had so rudely touched her earlier. If they wanted to feel her up, all they had to do was submit themselves like this from the get go!

When the supply of semen finally slowed the two were covered neck down in Ishtar’s seed. Mash was licking her fingers, arms, breasts, whatever she could reach to shove more of that fermented semen into her mouth. Shiro, however, managed to hold herself together.

“There’s so much…” She whispered to herself.

“And plenty more where that came from.” Ishtar landed, thrusting her hips forward to show off her still erect bitchbreaker, ready to live up to its title. “My balls aren’t quite so stuffed thanks to you, butttttt I’ve still got gallons sloshing around in here! You’ll help, right my hero of justice?”

“Well…” Shiro tried to look away and failed. “We still need to stop the singularity. I promise we’ll be good harem girls when we’ve saved the world!”

“Master, we need to summon her to Chaldea!” Mash stopped her sperm slurping long enough to speak. “Drake would love this! And Scathach, Medb, ooooo, Anne and Mary have been wanting a third!”

Ishtar stopped for a moment. Saving the world definitely was important, but what was this Chaldea?

“Those are really cute names. Are there more girls like you where you come from?” Ishtar asked. A fat glob of stuck semen added itself to Shiro’s cum coating as Mash began dove into the beauty Goddess’ ball cleavage. “I could make my harem there…”

“There’s a lot of girls back at Chaldea! They’re all contracted to me so I’m sure they’ll love this cock as much as I do!” Shiro agreed.

“Contracted to you?” Ishtar shook her head. “That won’t do. Those marks are what make you own them right? I’ll just take those off your hand…” She grabbed Shiro’s hand and forced it onto her balls. There was a shine of bright light as the Command Seals transferred themselves onto Ishtar’s balls, marking her the Master of all Chaldea’s Servants. “Ooo, that feels good…”

She flicked a hand, and in a shower of light a red haired woman in an outfit that may as well have been a white bikini appeared. Instinctively the newly codified Master knew she was Boudica, a Rider Servant. The summoned Queen locked eyes with Ishtar and without a word joined Mash in cleaning the newly marked testicles with her tongue, eager to please.

“That’s more like it.” Ishtar laughed. “Now, go and fetch some new clothes from the other room. I have a uniform prepared…”

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Resolving the Singularity had been a bit more difficult than expected. A “Mage of Flowers” had appeared and teased Ishtar one time too many, there was the tall, extra curvy Rider that had shown up and her crude older self, and finally there was Tiamat. The first three all spent more time as living condoms than actually fighting, which made it difficult to actually get things done. The last one… well, Ishtar couldn’t fuck Tiamat.

Yet.

As promised, Chaldea was absolutely filled with potential harem members. Within days the once pristine halls were coated in mana-rich cum and the wide variety of colorful outfits had been replaced with the uniform of Ishtar’s harem, a see-through top and a skirt that only seemed to cover the sides of the wearer’s thighs, leaving their assets completely exposed.

Ishtar sat on the face of Jeanne d’Arc while Shiro and Mash licked her Command Seal marked balls. Nero Claudius and Tamamamo no Mae argued over who’s ass was better as they gave their Master’s cock a double buttjob. With one hand she fingered Saint Martha, and the other greedily tugged at Mata Hari’s nipples as the spy kissed her.

This was harem truly worthy of a Goddess.

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Rin woke up the next morning with the most intense morning wood of her life. She was used to waking up with a tent in her sheets, but today she was bricked up to the extreme. Rubbing the sleep out of her eyes, the futanari magus stumbled to her feet and managed to drag herself to the bathroom.

After splashing her face with cold water she looked herself over in the mirror. Her eyes were blue, not red, she was definitely still bound by gravity, and her fat balls did not have any Command Seals, thank God. One war was more than enough. The woman looking back at her was a tired, messy haired, extremely horny human, not a Mesopotamian Goddess of Venus.

“It felt so real…” She murmured to herself. She could clearly recall the faces of the man who had flipped the tables on Ishtar, the immensely busty female version of Emiya (how was he doing with Sakura back in Japan anyways?), the pink haired woman with the cute face and fat ass… Rin’s cock throbbed with need as everything she- or rather, Ishtar- had been through replayed in her mind, each moment more crisp and clear than her memories of even the day prior.

“I haven't had a dream like that since…” She shook her head. Two vivid wet dreams were NOT the same thing as experiencing the memories of another life. That would be absurd… no matter how hot the thought was that in some other world she was getting dick that good and titsleeves that perfect. “I must be working too hard. Overnight research sessions are starting to get to me.” She shook her head and left the bathroom. It was time for a booty call, one she clearly needed more than she had thought.

In another space, the observer mulled over the results of their experiment. The fact that both timelines she had peered into during her sleep were ones where she was a fused with a Goddess was concerning, but it seemed it hadn’t gone to her head. Well, not one on her shoulders at least. More testing would be needed before they could make any decision. Was it a coincidence, a suppressed craving for power, or something else not immediately obvious?

…And was she a massive pervert or just a bit pent up?

Notes:

I’ve been meaning to write this for months, two similar Ishtar prompts just happened to be submitted at the same time. They’re not quite as good as I’d hoped but I really enjoyed writing them. Rin, even as Ishtar, is a treat.

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Chapter 32: Parvati’s Unusual Trial (Parvati)

Summary:

Based on a prompt by ShadyManBooRadley. Parvati with a bit of Vritra. Contains nipple penetration, dubcon, and lactation.

Notes:

Short one this time.

vvvvvvvrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr…

The beautiful Pseudo-Servant Parvati sat on a stool in the middle of an unused Chaldea bedroom, long, smooth legs crossed, back straight. It wasn’t an unusual sitting position for her: proper posture was one of the many things she lectured her loved ones on, and it wouldn’t do if she herself didn’t abide by her advice. Even Shiva, The Great God himself, would need occasional reminders to stop slouching.

That was the only normal thing about the situation. Parvati had elected to take a brief nap in between her myriad duties only to awake here, completely stripped bare, with two large, deep purple rubber phalluses on the stool, each one perhaps an inch shorter than her forearm. A note written in truly abhorrent handwriting attached to one read:

‘Got bored waiting for you to wake up. Your trial: The door is locked, and you can’t leave until the batteries on both these dildos are dead. Don’t try to get clever, they’ll only turn on once they’re inside you. Buuuuutttt to spice things up a bit, you can only stuff them in a very specific place: Your udders! If you’re still sane by the time the door opens you’re free to go. If not… serpents don’t normally drink milk, but I’d be happy to be the first one with their own cow!’

The Lancer sighed to herself and did as the note instructed. A Servant’s magical body was capable of a great deal, allowing the sex toys to push open her nipples as if they had a larger hole at the center. She would be lying to herself if she said it didn’t feel good spreading her rosy pink caps wide as the dildos slid deep into her breasts, the unique sensation of the inside of her tits being stimulated causing her to discreetly rub her thighs together.

Once both were inserted to the base they began to vibrate almost imperceptibly. Aside from feeling a little warm in the face from arousal and embarrassment for her situation there wasn’t much about this that seemed like a trial. That was 10 minutes ago- all that was left to do was wait.

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One hour from start of trial

vvvvvvvrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr…

Parvati uncrossed and recrossed her legs for what felt like the five hundredth time.

“Perhaps this is a test of patience…?” She murmured to herself over the sounds of the deep-set dildos. Her perky G-cups felt a tad more sensitive than they had at the start but it wasn’t anything the motherly Goddess couldn’t deal with.

“Haaa…” she sighed. “Hopefully this ends soon…”

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Two hours from start of trial

Parvati has stood up to pace around the room. There was nothing there to be found, no books, magazines, not even any dust to sweep up. Nothing to distract her from the constant vibrations rumbling through her chest.

vvvvvvvvvvvvvrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr…

“It reminds me of a massage, in an odd sort of way.” She spoke aloud to no one. The trapped Servant brushed a finger against her left breast and shivered. “I should take care not to touch myself. So much more sensitive…”

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Five hours from start of trial

vvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr…!

“Ghn…” Parvati was back on the stool, legs spread wide with two fingers deep inside her canal while her other hand gripped the seat with white knuckles. The almost imperceptible vibrations had slowly increased in intensity, and now her already sensitive breasts were being pleasured from the inside. There was a temptation to squeeze her chest to feel the vibrating dic- phalluses inside them and to relieve some of the dull, pleasurable ache slowly growing inside them, but she was smart enough to know that doing so would only make things worse.

No, the only thing for it was to indirectly release the lust building up inside her. At first slipping a finger in drooling snatch had brought her some relief, but soon the need returned. Another finger, a few more precious moments without that horrid urge.

vvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr…!

“Oooohhhh… please, let it be over soon…” Parvati thumbed her clit while raking her slick walls. Never did she think her breasts would want for touch beyond nursing!

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Seven hours from start of trial

VVVVVVVRRRRRRRRR!!!

“Hough, haaaaaaa! This pleasure is unnatural, wh-why does it feel so goooooood?!” Pavati was kneeled over on the floor, jamming fingers in and out of her folds to effect. The rubber dicks that had been reshaping her boobs from the inside were ceaseless. Instead of becoming used to the vibrating nipple stretchers she was only getting less adjusted as time went on, the sheer need was only growing inside her bust! The worst part was she felt something building up alongside that need, something more tangible. But it couldn’t be…

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Ten hours, thirty-eight minutes from start of trial

VVVVVVVRRRRRRRRR!!!

“Nnnh…” Parvati chewed her lip. She was back on the stool, her hands free from her still flooded pussy, her eyes unfocused. A few minutes ago a new problem emerged for her to deal with, a problem that was dribbling out of her spread-wide nipples and into the floor into a puddle on the ground.

She was lactating. Virtra’s dildos had been her nipples for so long they’d started to produce lubrication. Parvati should have been shocked, scared, angry at the fact her boobs, tits, udders, what have you, were now little more than extra holes to fuck, potentially permanently. The teats meant to nurse young had been replaced by needy, sensitive boob-pussies…

…And Parvati was losing the will to fight the urge to satisfy them.

“I can’t take it!” She yelled at no one and stood up. “This ceaseless vibrating! It’s absurd, it’s immoral, it’s… it’s so amazing! Virtra, let me out! You’ve won, I’ve lost! If this continues I’ll be nothing but a nipple slut addicted to spreading by milk canal wide with whatever I can find! Have mercy, don’t let me become a slave to my own breasts!”

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Ten hours, forty-eight minutes from start of trial

VVVVVVVVVVVVVVRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR!!!

“CUMMING! CUMMING!” Pavati was pushing and pulling the very dildos that’d been torturing her the past ten hours in and out of her nipples while rubbing her flushed folds over the edge of the stool. Milk spilled from the gaps of her plugged tits in small waves as she pumped those fake phalluses alternately. Her breasts squished and stretched, every movement finally starting to satisfy that incessant ache, but Pavati needed more. More vibrations, faster pumping, this just wasn’t enough for her greedy tit holes!

“So much milk, I can’t stop! I don’t know what this has done to me but I want more! Deep in my fat, milky cow udders I can feel them quivering and shaking, ruining me from the inside out! Please, faster, moreeeeeee~!”

VVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR!!!

“YESSSSS!!!” Parvati flopped down into the floor, directly into the ever expanding lake of her own dairy. “MOOOOOOOOOO!!!”

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Twenty hours from start of trial

Virtra slid open the door to her latest, and most ingenious, trial. The batteries were supposed to have died two hours ago if she did the math right, but Parvati still hadn’t left. Maybe she did the math wrong, or maybe the other Goddess was better than she anticipated and slept through the whole thing.

The potent smell of milk that wafted from the room proved what had actually happened. Laying aside the knocked over stool was the typically put-together Goddess, body covered in her own product and still forcing the now-still dildos in and out of her nipples. Her light breathing was only interrupted by the occasional giggle as she fucked her own tiddies.

“Damn, you failed badly.” Virtra surmised bluntly as she waded through the milk stained floor. The dragonic Lancer forcefully grabbed the dildo closest to her and yanked it out, drawing a low, throaty moan from the hazy eyed Servant. Streams of white liquid stuck to the rubber, which Virtra quickly cleaned with her unnaturally long tongue.

“I never thought I’d enjoy watching failure. This is delicious.” She kneeled down. “So, are you ready to become my cow? All my trials require a lot of effort, your sweet milk sounds like the perfect after work treat for my work.”

Pavati laughed weakly. “This was… nothing.”

“What?”

“I could do this for another week…!” She giggled, fingering the gaping hole where the dildo once was. “Double or nothing, I think it’s called?”

How would Virtra get double out of this…? Eh, didn’t really matter.

“Alright! See if you can last a week with these babies stuffed inside your tits!” Virtra produced two even larger dildos, each one a lighter blue and covered in spikes that promised to scrape the inside of whatever hole they were stuffed into both on entry and exit. She had intended these to be the reward for the trial if she won, but this also worked.

Parvati’s eyes lit up as Virtra pressed the oversized toy into her gaping milk hole. Perhaps in a few days, weeks, or months she’d remember her duties and return to them, or perhaps she’d take up Virtra’s offer to be a full time cow. But for now…

“YEEESHHHH!”

…All she wanted were those spikes poking the insides of her already well fucked udders.

Notes:

Quick announcement: You may have noticed the recent slow down in content here. This fic isn’t dead, and you’re still free to leave requests, but expect much more sporadic uploads from now on. I’ll still be writing but it’ll primarily be things for other fandoms (like the FE3H fic I still haven’t finished, somehow). Thank you.

Chapter 33: Asks #4

Summary:

Three asks, stars separate fills, lines indicate time-skips. I included tags for these ones.

From Zigg_E: Xuanzang, with you and Jeanne being in possession of such fat, productive nuts and being surrounded by gorgeous women in scantily clad outfits so often, how have you two managed to keep your composure and not gone feral breeding every woman you come across?

Contains futanari and large pregnancies.

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“Ah, you’re curious how to resist temptation? Well that’s easy: Recite sutras, meditate at least once a day, find fulfilling work to dedicate yourself to, pick up a hobby, there’s a lot of ways! If you’re interested, I could make you my disciple and-”

“Sanzang, we tried all that, remember? That might work for them, but they want to know how we manage to resist our call to father children.”

“Ohhhhhhh.”

Xuanzang smiled, her face cute and innocent, completely unlike the rest of her body. Two enormous breasts only barely kept decent by a blue bikini top coupled with a pinched waist and a fat set of ass cheeks that many a man would lose their chance at enlightenment just to get a quick feel of, the monk’s body was absolutely sinful. The Saint wasn’t far off, though she had elected to wear a slightly more conservative white shirt that hung off her enormous milk tanks, stopping just above her child-bearing hips.

But those hips were far better suited for giving a lucky nun or worshiper a child than birthing one. Between her and her fellow religious icon’s legs were a pair of fat, hyper-productive, melon sized balls that were churning up loads that would put prized breeding stallions to shame with every passing moment! To deliver the sticky, extra thick ball brew their sperm tanks were packed to the bursting with the two sported gargantuan monster cocks that reached past their knees even flaccid. Their fist sized cocktips could reach any womb with ease, giving it a passionate kiss before dumping liters of pent-up cock custard and bloating it like a balloon. Neither of them had bothered putting on bottoms, allowing their slumbering behemoths to hang openly. Tucking was such a pain…

“Well, they did work at first. But then I spent the summer helping Raikou with a race. Every bump we hit made her jiggle like crazy, and then she decided to wear a bikini while we were digging! She has such a great butt…” She trailed off absentmindedly pumping her cock, causing it to steadily grow and rise. “And the way she kept talking about being a mother, eventually I couldn’t stop thinking about getting her pregnant. Ever since then it’s been like my balls have been in permanent breed-mode, and it’s not just exclusive to Raikou anymore. It took every bit of training I had not to pump a brood into the Queen of Sheba when she first arrived. I kept imagining her six months with my triplets in that outfit.”

“Nnh, now I’m imagining it…” Jeanne complained, forcing herself not to touch her own growing cum cannon. “I’ve been suffering even longer. Boudica often talked about her daughters, Mata Hari shared with me her wish for a family, and then I found Mash watching me in the shower, hoping to catch sight of the Lord’s breeder blessing. I was still trying to purge my mind of my lustful thoughts when Captain Drake, Anne Bonny, and Mary Reed arrived, all of whom made it their mission to taunt me as much as possible! Shortly before our departure to London Francis and Anne pinned my head between their chests and asked for me to ‘give them a good time’ once again… Were it not for Master’s timely interference I may have taken them up on the offer. Every day after was a trial against my own desire to breed, one that I started to lose with every f-fat assed, cow-uddered, slutty Servant whore added to our ranks! It was Hell! So many fertile pussies for my sperm to take root in but not a single Servant to spare! All I could do was jerk off all night thinking about their stomachs swollen with my Saintess semen!”

Jeanne took a few deep breaths. Her expression was a mix of embarrassment and relief, clearly still a tad frustrated over those many nights spent ruining sheets and clogging drains with her wasted virile fuck butter. During the course of her rant she’d gone from nearly totally soft to painfully hard, her Holy breed-rod leaking and throbbing with obvious need.

While the Ruler collected herself, Xuanzang spoke again. “Thankfully the Buddha came through for us in the end. That false nun, the one with horns, came up with a solution: Now that we have more Servants than we need, why not dedicate someone to purge us of our desire? Master asked for volunteers and got a ton of them, so she asked everyone to draw straws, and we ended up with-”

SLAM

“Heeeeellllllllooooooo!”

“You were just about to mention us, non?”

Two very pregnant women walked through the thrown open door, each looking more like they had swallowed a yoga ball than anything resembling a normal pregnancy. Despite the sheer size of their swollen stomachs there were no stretch marks of any sort, just two enormous bellies stretched tight around uteruses filled to the bursting with life.

The first was Miyamoto Musashi wearing her American flag themed bikini, even though she had clearly outgrown it ages ago. The bottom strings dug into her widened hips and thickened thighs, while the top struggled to contain the majestic mammaries at least four cup sizes too large for it, causing excess breast flesh to spill in all directions and the edges of her areolas to be exposed. Imprinted on her skin was a silhouette of a person meditating in the lotus position, followed by “x 8”.

Next to her was Jacques de Molay, wearing a pair of glasses, a white sweater top that covered her chest but left her maternal mountain exposed, and nothing else. Like Musashi her hips had widened significantly with her pregnancy, and her breasts had swollen to being a mere cup smaller than her fellow mother-to-be’s. Two protrusions under the knitted fabric of her top indicated where her nipples were, and close inspection would reveal milk small stains just around them. On the taut, light gray skin of her belly was a fleur de lis, followed by “x 7”.

“Yep, these two studs put a whole bunch of buns in our ovens!” Musashi stepped next to Sanzang, flashed her a happy smile, and slipped her log of a cock between her chest pillows. Even the swordswoman’s pregnancy enhanced milkers couldn’t fully cover the monk’s length, but Musashi only took that as a challenge and started to pump her udders up and down. The caster let out a low groan as her sensitive mega-dick was partially trapped in a tight, warm tit hole.

“Don’t think I didn’t hear you earlier, mon cheri.” Molay got on her knees and nuzzled a cheek against Jeanne’s fat length. The knight templar started fondling her baby daddy’s cum factories, trying to spur them into creating an even larger load of bubbling cock snot while looking up at the blonde’s face with a mischievous smile. “You’re so much more attractive when you’re honest about your feelings! Remember when you finally pinned me to the bed? All the naughty things you said while turning my womb into a Holy sanctum for your brood?”

“I- Well- Ahaha…” Jeanne looked away shamefully, but her tip let out a heft belch of murky pre as if to answer her the question.

“We weren’t supposed to, ghn, get them pregnant though, just, nnnnngn, use them to help contain ourselves. Da Vinci put them all sorts of, ooohhhh, contraception spells just in case.” Xuanzang continued explaining through Musashi’s Heavenly paizuri technique.

“A few hours after we wrapped up our first ‘sparring match’ I took a shower and saw this mark on me!” The Saber nodded towards the marking on the side of her stomach. “At first I kinda freaked out, but then I learned that since I was eating for nine I could have as much cafeteria food as I wanted! Jackpot!”

“I didn’t even enter the competition, my name was put in as a prank by some crude delinquent. I was just going to tell Jeanne that I was already devoted to a different holy figure until I saw this divine pillar! Holy Mother of the Abyss? Qui s'en soucie. The virile muck in these balls tore right through every single protection on my eggs, both demonic and otherwise! I still don’t know if it’s because these swimmers are blessed by the divine or if they’re just that desperate to make some little ones… but it doesn’t matter now!” With her piece finished, the Foreigner stuffed her face into one of the jizz tanks that had produced the load that had impregnated her, lathering it with spit.

It didn’t take Sanzang long to blow her first enormous, sticky load of the session, coating Musashi, her breasts, and the general area around her in a thick layer of off-white semen that clung to everything like glue. Despite pumping out more than most could produce in a year with a single orgasm the cheery Caster was still just as erect as before, if not slightly bigger!

“Y’know, I think all these draining sessions are starting to improve your stamina!” Musashi commented as she licked up the semen covering her greedily. “Mmmfgh, shooo gooood… gulp. And I swear you’re bigger than before. Once I give birth to this batch in a few months I might need some extra help! What do you think about a threesome with me and Raikou? I know you can’t keep an eye off her spandex stretchers.”

Whatever Sanzang’s reply was lost under a strangled moan as Musashi started giving her a clean up blowjob. Jacques would take her time with Jeanne, trying to draw out the pervert lurking beneath her upright facade. Each time she managed to, she was rewarded with a brutal facefuck and hefty load of white hot cream in her stomach, alongside more of the Saint’s lustful lamentations.

It was a scene a certain Devilish Bodhisattva had seen so many times before through security cameras and crack in doors. Outside the room she watched as her plan went off without a hitch. The scent of potent sperm wafted to her nose, and she smiled to herself. Soon enough those two horny holy women would go after their Master, corrupting her without the Alter Ego even having to lift a finger.

Though something did strike her as odd.

Why did she feel so… empty?

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From Don Scripted, continuation of an ask from Chapter 22: Mash how have you and the Servants that came with Ritsuka been since his his impromptu "guest-hood" at Illya's mansion started? We heard you all got ruffed up a bit during the initial meeting by Illya's Berserker, and since then you all had been "volunteered" into doing errands for her in Fuyuki when your not at the mansion, which is apparently most of the time. I'm surprised you all have been so cooperative given how long you've been kept apart from Ritsuka without knowing what their doing with him. We did hear you all tried to break him out a few days ago, but is it true Illya's maids managed to stop you, without Berserker's aid even, and since then no other attempts were made? What did they do after restraining you all that's dissuaded you from you to free Ritsuka? Apparently Illya instructed them to "educate" you all in proper "guest manners" which lasted a few hours.

Contains dubcon, spanking, orgasm denial, fingering, and sex toys.

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Despite trying to contact Mash again, Chaldea was met with the blank face of a maid. Sella, if Da Vinci’s notes were right. “Mistress Illya has seen fit to allow this final transmission so you can confirm the status of your allies. There will be no more communication.”

The maid disappeared and in her place the three Servants that had been accompanying Ritsuka took their place. Jeanne d’Arc looked the same always, though perhaps a bit grim due to being stuck in the maid’s quarters for days on end. It was unusual to see such a deep set frown on the Saint’s face. The newly summoned version of Erice, six years older than the one they had initially contracted with, had exchanged her usual revealing robes for loose jeans and a white hoodie. She stared into space with an annoyed look on her face, drumming her fingers on the bed frame she was leaning on.

It was Mash, standing closest to the view Chaldea has, who had changed the most. The Shielder was no stranger to makeup but her current look was absolutely stunning! Perfect eyeliner, mascara, blush, she looked like something off a beauty magazine. Her usual Servant armor had been exchanged for a frilly white dress with black accents and sleeves- not quite a maid uniform, but something adjacent to it.

“Hi, everyone. There hasn’t been any changes to our living situation since last time. Even after our escape attempt we’re still well taken care of, even if we can’t leave.” Mash was calm and formal, though occasionally her eyes flickered offscreen, presumably to the watching Sella. “My ‘Maid Training’ has been put on hold for the time being until they trust me and the others enough to run errands again.”

“When I got summoned and told I would get to see the world beyond Akihabara, I thought it’d be more than an old mansion and a port town.” Erice grumbled.

“You will, Erice. We will overcome this hardship.” Jeanne tried to reassure her. Erice gave her a passive nod, looking unconvinced.

“We didn’t get very far before Leysritt stopped us. For some reason our magical energy has been lower than usual almost ever since we were imprisoned, but they haven’t put any curses on us. Jeanne would probably be able to cure us anyways. We think we’re feeling so weak because Master is regularly having his mana siphoned, but we can’t think of why. Whoever has enough magical energy to command Hercules without help surely doesn’t need it…” She trailed off in thought.

“As for what they did to us after they caught us, it’s a bit embarrassing…”

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After being caught and swiftly defeated, Leysritt was hardly angry. “I should have expected this. You aren’t an Einzbern homunculus, after all. Clearly you will need to undertake more training before you are ready to serve Mistress, and your friends need a lesson in manners.”

For some reason the Ezinbern maids had gotten it in their head that Mash would make an ideal third maid for their bedridden Mistress. Mash had been taught how to cook, clean, do her makeup to perfection (that one had admittedly been fun, Sella was an excellent teacher), and finally been allowed to start fetching wares from outside the manor. She expected some kind of strict obedience training to follow their botched escape attempt, one that she would have to endure alone while Erice and Jeanne were published separately.

…So when they were brought back to their room together Mash was confused. Even more so when Sella started stripping her while Leysritt threw the dark haired Servant onto a bed and started doing the same.

“Mistress needs us on duty at all hours.” Sella explained as she began to remove Mash’s not-quite-maid uniform. “This will be as much a punishment as it is a test of your endurance.”

It wasn’t long before the pink-haired Servant was standing naked in the center of the room. Jeanne finally spoke up, blushing at the sight of Mash’s bare breasts. “This is obscene, there’s no need for such-”

“We have no intention of defiling the purity of a Saint.” Sella interrupted her, voice cool. She bent over and reached into a bag she brought in, searching for something as she continued. “Please be silent, lest we be forced to inflict a more traditional punishment.”

Jeanne’s voice died in her throat. Sella produced three items from her bag and presented them to the room.

“…Dildos?” Erice asked incredulously over Leysritt’s shoulder. “Your punishment for us is a strap on and two dildos?”

“You will see.” Sella passed the black strap to her fellow maid while pouring lube over the remaining toys. Mash stood silent and straight, refusing to give them any sort of reaction… even as she felt the twin phallus poking at her ass and exposed pussy. Sella pushed them clinically, and the two started vibrating dully.

“…” Mash remained quiet even as warm lubricant ran down her thighs. A test of endurance? She could take this easily.

“I must say, you have a rather impressive chest.” Sella spoke into Mash’s ear. “The Mistress is fond of my own pair. You will need to endure her teasing as well, so I will emulate her fondlings.”

She cupped the Shielder’s chest and began to tease her nipples, pinching and pulling the nubs lightly. Mash stifled a moan despite herself as her nipples hardened quickly under Sella’s hands. She was better than that stoic exterior suggested…

Meanwhile Erice has been turned over. Leysritt had two fingers up her anus, lubing up the hole to take the strap now hanging from her hips. Due to her job Erice didn’t have the most experience with sex, even at 20 she’d never had anyone go after her ass like this, even though she apparently had “some serious cake” now. Unlike Mash she openly groaned under the maid’s fingers, clearly taking the chance to draw out some pleasure out of the Servant while she was there.

“You’re tight down here. Hmmmm…” Leysritt suddenly hooked a finger into one of her walls.

“Ghn! Damn it…” Erice complained into a pillow.

“Good enough then, you’re ready.” The maid yanked her fingers out and before Erice could even begin to readjust, she found herself split on a fake cock. Her vision blurred as for the first time her anal walls were spread wide on cold, hard plastic.

And through all this Jeanne could only watch. Mash getting her breasts fondled and Erice having her ass reshaped, despite the circumstances it was a steamy scene. Unbidden images of her feeling up Mash and slowly beginning to pound Erice as Leysritt was now doing came to her mind. Droplets of liquid pleasure raced down her thick thighs while she wrung her hands just to keep them occupied.

It was maybe ten minutes before Mash couldn’t take it anymore. The dildos were one thing, keeping her horny but not anywhere near orgasm, but Sella’s breast assault had begun to include squeezes and neck kisses, pushing her to a peak. Erice wasn’t any better, reaching a peak under Leysritt’s slow, rhythmic pounding.

“Ahhh… haaaa…!” Mash groaned, starting to break. Just a little more…!

The dildos stopped. Sella pulled away.

“Huh? Why?” Mash whirled around to see Sella’s impassive face.

“This is a punishment.” She explained simply, watching Mash’s hands to make sure she didn’t think about finishing herself off. “You will be brought to the edge of orgasm but will not be granted one until I deem you are repentant.”

Mash blinked. “What kind of punish-”

“HHHHHAAAAAAAAAGGGGggghhh!” Erice shouted over her friend, drooling into a pillow.

SMACK

“Did I say you could cum?”

SMACK

“Do you need even more punishment to understand orders?”

SMACK

Leysritt spanked Erice’s bubbly butt, sending it jiggling. Apparently she had been closer to orgasm than the maid had thought and had thoughtlessly cum without permission. Or maybe Leysritt had intentionally brought her to climax just to give her an excuse to slap the Servant’s fat, wobbling behind.

The next few hours contained much of the same. Mash was brought tantalizing close to cumming, denied, then brought there again. Erice was pounded into the bed, sometimes denied and other times not, each of the latter coming with more rapid spanks. Eventually their minds dissolved into a pink haze, utterly exhausted by the hours of edging, unable to think properly except about their hard nipples or the pleasurable pain radiating from their stretched ass…

Jeanne saw Mash and Erice pass out from her seat on the floor. The maids looked at each other, nodded, collected their things and left without a single word, content their job was done. The Saint was now fully alone… and she immediately pulled down her panties and started fingering herself. Perhaps it was their intention all along to torture the blonde with images of her allies and deny her the same way they denied them. Only the Einzbern maids knew, and they weren’t exactly willing to share.

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Continuing from the previous prompt, from R4d6: Illya, it has been a few months since the Singularity was solved and the Lust Curse was lifted, how did you react when you found out that Ritsuka managed to impregnate you? And more importantly, how is your petite body handling the quadruplets that he gave you?

Contains a large pregnancy.

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Illya sat on the edge of her raised, elaborate bed, legs dangling over the side just above the ground. It had been eight months since she and Ritsuka had wrapped up their business, and the four children in her womb now dominated the entirety of her lap, sticking out absurdly. She was wearing a matching set of pajamas that failed to truly contain her motherly body, large swatches of stretched, tight skin visible between the struggling fasteners.

“At first? I was beyond happy. This mansion is so gloomy when it’s just me, Sella, and Leysritt. Plus, I ended up losing that Holy Grail War anyways. My brother ended up wishing me a normal life when he got the win, but now he’s off in London with that Tohsaka girl, leaving me all alone!” She pouted childishly. “Having some kids to spoil sounded like a great way to spend my life. We all went out and bought baby supplies, started thinking up names, remodeled some of the rooms- we even scouted out schools for them.”

“And then my hormones got to work.” She sighed and brushed a strand of hair out of her face. She’d always had quite a bit of the Einzbern’s signature snow-white hair, but now there was practically a waterfall of silky strands pouring down her back and over her shoulders. “I spent weeks trying to beat that libido curse, only for my own body to backstab me. We’d be out for a walk and suddenly all I can think of is getting pounded like a dog! I ruined so many perfectly good sets of panties…”

“Speaking of clothes, do you know how hard it is to find maternity wear when you’re 138 centimeters tall and this pregnant?” She rubbed the stretched dome that her nightwear barely contained. “I have to get everything custom ordered. It could be worse, some women go up a few cup sizes when they’ve got kids on the way. I don’t need anymore weight on my front right now.”

While Illya was flat as she ever was, she conveniently ignored her lower body. Late night cravings and motherly hormones had put some maternal fat on her once thin legs and her hips had widened a bit in preparation for what was to come, giving her a more bottom heavy figure. To call her curvy would be missing the rest of her though: the young woman’s cute-but-mature face, short stature, and generally thin build still made her more cute than anything else. Illya was best described as adorable, full of energy, and very, very pregnant.

“But the worst part is I’d do it all again if I get the chance.” Illya stepped off her bed and found her balance. Even so far in it was difficult having her center of balance shifted so far forwards by the enormous sphere she called a uterus. “Ritsuka’s gone, but if I found someone else… I’d probably start begging them for more. Haha, it’s kinda stupid, right?”

Her red eyes shone happily. “Well, that’s enough complaining! I’m craving some pickle pizza, so I’m going to go bug Sella until she makes some. Mmf, and maybe some milk to go with…”

Notes:

Not particularly sure about the second one, if anyone has any critiques I’m open to them.

Chapter 34: Shorts #5

Summary:

Three prompts, stars separate them, lines for timeskips.

Notes:

This one’s a bit thrown together, but I hope it’s enjoyable all the same. The Valkyrie’s are cute but I’m realizing I need to do the bulk of the characterization for them.

Based on a prompt by Not_a_Meme. Male Ritsuka/Hildr/Gareth. Contains cunnilingus, marathon sex.

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Master had a habit of disappearing, and Arctic Summer World was no exception. Gareth was used to it by now and didn’t feel the need to pry. But this time, she was going to be a bit greedy. They’d been on this boat for an entire week and she had maybe ten minutes of private time with him! They were going to visit Raikou’s area and have a great time swimming and splashing and-

PLAPPLAPPLAPPLAPPLAPPLAPPLAPPLAPPLAPPLAPPLAPPLAPPLAPPLAPPLAPPLAPPLAPPLAPPLAP

“UWOUGHHHH! HARDER MASTER, I DON’T WANT TO BE ABLE TO WALK AFTER THIS! ORTLINDE IS GOING TO SMELL YOUR SCENT ON ME AND SO JEALOUS! THRUD MIGHT EAT ME OUT JUST FOR A TASTE OF ALL- THIS- CUM!!!”

Gareth stood in the doorway of her Master’s room open mouthed. The noble Valkyrie Hildr bent over and broken, screaming in pleasure as her tight ass was pounded like a jackhammer. Her eyes were crossed, she was drooling into the sheets, and yet her hips were still rocking against Ritsuka’s absurdly fast paced rhythm in perfect time.

“Good morning Gareth!” He called to her with a bit of strain in his voice. “Can you come back later? I’m a little busy! Ghhhhhh I fucking LOVE this ass!”

SMACK!

“AAAAAAAAHN!” Hildr let out a truly lewd groan. Gareth didn’t move.

“So this is where you have been going this whole time!” She announced. “You’ve been having sex every moment we’re not fighting, haven’t you!”

“It’s mana transfers, everyone needs one now and then! Nh, speaking of…” Ritsuka spoke through gritted teeth.

“INSIDE ME! I WANT THE HOT STEAMY MANA IN MY PUSSY NOW!” The pink haired divinity arched her back as spoke her demands, and her Master grabbed some of her bright locks as a hold.

PLAPPLAPPLAPPLAPPLAPPLAPPLAPPLAPPLAPPLAPPLAPPLAPPLAPPLAPPLAPPLAPPLAPPLAPPLAPPLAPPLAPPLAPPLAPPLAPPLAPPLAPPLAPPLAPPLAPPLAP

SPLLLLLUUUUURRRRTTTTTT

Ritsuka fell onto Hildr’s bare back as he dumped a load directly into her absolutely sopping folds. Gareth wasn’t really an expert, but this amount was definitely more than she remembered guy’s making when she was alive. But then, normally they couldn’t move their hips so fast it sounded like a motor running either.

“Haaaa… you always know how to please a girl Master.” Hildr giggled. “Hey, Gareth, wanna clean me up? I’m sure a cute little puppy like you know’s how to use her tongue.”

She spun around and spread her legs wide. Thick rivers of sperm leaked out of her still quivering lips, inviting Gareth to take her fill. The Valkyrie was oddly thin for a divine warrior, but her pert breasts and pretty face would be an excellent view while she worked…

“That sounds great!” Gareth agreed and threw off her shirt, revealing her strawberry bikini underneath. “You know how to pick them, you should see Mordred when I’m done with her. She’s kinda cute when she’s stammering!”

Without a moment’s hesitation she threw herself into Hildr soaked quim and started searching for weaknesses. The Assassin was absolutely delicious, the only thing that could make this better was-

“Did you come here because you were jealous, Gareth?” Ritsuka spoke behind her, pulling aside her bikini bottoms and prodding her own slick tunnel. “I’ve been so busy I haven’t given you the attention you deserve. I should fix that right now!”

The Saber’s eyes crossed as he thrust into her. Master knew her weak spots well, but she wasn’t about to stop eating this divine pussy because she was getting plowed!

Plap, plap, plap, plap, plap, plap…

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Six hours later

“Ughhhhhh…”

“By the Allfather…”

Ritsuka and Hildr were white as sheets and dry as bones in the bed. Gareth simply did. Not. Stop. The Master’s balls couldn’t keep up with the sheer amount the eager girl’s pussy milked out of it, and Hildr was nothing against her Godly tongue work and fingering work. For a girl who never seemed to talk about her sex life, Gareth was a fucking machine!

“I had fun! Did you guys?” She smiled, throwing her shirt back on.

“Mhm…”

“How- are you still going?”

Gareth tilted her head. “This was a distraction more than anything. Real sex takes a full day at least. You guys must have been going at it a while before I found you!”

She left the room with a skip in her step. “I wonder if Manricardo is around. Maybe he can help finish me off…”

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Based on a prompt from InvitedGuest? Male Ritsuka/Female Hakuno. Contains bunny suits, embarrassment, and lap dances.

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Hakuno had been confident. It came with the territory after everything she had been through- you don’t seduce the King of Kings and a sentient computer virus without getting a major ego boost. So when her kohai challenged her to a friendly battle of Servants where the loser did one thing the winner said, she expected to have him in a maid dress and pouring wine for her and Nero in under an hour.

Instead…

“Looking good, Senpai!”

The brunette blushed. Ritsuka had her wear a black bunny suit paired with sheer tights that showed off her legs. She wasn’t particularly curvy (especially when compared to the sexual icons that made up their fighter roster) but the other Master still swept up and down her body with lustful hunger.

“T-thanks?” She physically resisted covering herself. Usually it was her eating the eye candy, it was strange being on the other end…

But not unpleasant. She knew what it was like to be desired, but not so primitively.

“So, I’m wearing it. What now?” The senior Master attempted to assert herself.

“A lapdance.” He said simply, leaning back into his chair and wrapping his hand behind his head. “After that we’re square.”

This guy was a moron. She didn’t know how to give lapdances, why waste it on this!

Whatever. She climbed into his lap, deliberately getting their faces close, and started to grind. It wasn’t difficult to locate his cock under his pants, the tent was obvious, and she pushed herself against it over and over. First by lifting herself up, giving him a faceful of her cleavage, before backing down and pushing her ass and lower lips against it. Then by moving in a circle for a bit, teasing him with short repeated contacts. It was sloppy and amateurish, but he was making some pleased expressions that made her feel… oddly proud.

“Mind if I touch the goods?” He asked with a sleazy grin, hands ghosting her behind.

“Go ahead. Not much back there anyways.” She jumped slightly as his hands clamped down on her behind. “Not wasting a second, huh?”

“You think I chose this punishment on a whim?” Ritsuka pushed and pulled along with her, squeezing her cheeks eagerly. “You’re a real catch Senpai, and you’re rocking that bunny suit.”

“Not as much as you would a maid outfit…” she muttered to herself, blushing. Bastard was awakening a part of her that she didn’t think she had. “Alright, fine. Get your dick out, I’m draining you tonight. Horny as hell from all this gyrating…”

Ritsuka’s sleazy grin grew wider.

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Based on a prompt by Blankedgaze. Female Ritsuka/All Valkyries. Contains futanari mouth fucking, nipple penetration, double penetration, anal, and bukkake.

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When Skadi had said she had “adjusted” the Valkyries’ Spirit Origins’, Ritsuka had assumed it was to increase energy efficiency or raise power output. Instead, she was surrounded on all sides by thick, leaking Servant dicks, all laying claim one of her holes. Ortlinde was lying underneath her with her smaller (relatively, she was still well over eight inches like her sisters) length pointing at Ritsuka’s ass. Geirskogul was swabbing her Master’s throat, extra massive balls resting directly on Ritsuka’s face, forcefully vibrating with her next load. Thrud and Rindr took their nearly identical dicks (Rindr insisted she was a centimetere bigger) and forcefully pried apart the woman’s thick nipples to use as makeshift holes, reshaping her tits into another set of greedy holes.

The last two pent up divinities, Hildr and Olrun, were sharing her pussy. Hildr was already absurdly massive, more than enough to force Ritsuka’s legs wide and leave her aching for days, and Olrun proved somehow bigger. The two had gotten into a frotting match for dominance before the larger futanari offered to share Ritsuka’s already flushed folds, and before the Master could even respond they were balls deep inside her, stretching her beyond her limit.

“Master, your butt feels so good…!” Ortlinde whimpered into her ear. “Do you think we can do this again sometime, just the two of us?”

“Don’t think about hogging her, sister.” Thrud slowed her thrusting into Ritsuka’s tit for just a moment. “I won’t let you, ghhn, deny me these perfect nipple sleeves… Who knew human breasts could be so soft?!”

“I bet you’re glad you listened to me now, right?” Rindr teased as she squeezed the thick nipple around her dick. Ritsuka moaned underneath the mask of Geirskogul’s heaving sack, and the Valkyrie in question shuddered as she shot a thick shot of pre down the woman’s throat.

“I think I can feel Ortlinde through her walls…” Hildr murmured, lying down while entangled with the other Valkyrie. “Oh! Did she just cum? Already?”

“Her ass is so soft! I can’t help it!” The black haired one cried out.

“I see what she means.” Olrun ran her hand over Ritsuka’s stretched stomach. “This pussy is absolutely heavenly. I could remain inside it for eternity and not go soft…”

“Shame I need to share it with you.” Hildr shot under her breath, which Olrun very pointedly ignored.

They would be at it for hours- eventually they grew accustomed to the holes they initially given and decided to switch around. Not a single part of Ritsuka was spared from their onslaught, cum bloating her stomach from both ends, her womb being packed full of six different well-hung women’s potent semen, her breasts leaking a mixture of cum and milk onto the floor. Olrun had them all pull out for a finale, where they all jerked off over her hardly conscious body and buried her under a thick layer of hot, slimy sperm. It would almost be cruel, if not for the fact Ritsuka fell asleep smiling, dreaming about them continuing their sevensome until her mind snapped under their combined virility. No, this would become Ritsuka’s preferred way to unwind, just as Skadi had predicted when she gave them those brutal cocks.

Notes:

Simplestar from the future: I am aware I messed up the Valkyrie’s personalities. Valentine’s cemented Summer Valkyries personalities much more than the actual summer event they debuted in. I actually got Olrún completely backwards, she’s a total pushover, not a peacemaker!

In future requests I’ll write them based on their actual personalities, now that I know them.

Chapter 35: Serpent Goddess and Succubus Spawn (Quetz/Merlin)

Summary:

Based on a prompt by ShadyManBooRadley. Quetzacotal/Merlin. Contains an extra thick Quetz, hyper balls, ball worship, blowjobs, cum fueled expansion, and unaware growth (maybe).

Merlin wasn’t the type to get many visitors. According to the Servants of Chaldea he was ‘self-centered’ and ‘kind of a dick’, such kind words from the allies he circumvented eternal imprisonment for. Though admittedly it was a good problem to have, since having people breaking down his door everyday asking for help with their magecraft or solutions to their problems sounded even worse.

Thump thump thump

“Open up, lonely tower mage! I have come to procure tribute!”

But there was an exception.

Merlin slid open the door with his usual smile. Before him stood a familiar woman, a blonde Goddess from the west. She was clad in a poncho that covered her chest but left her toned abs open to the world, a skirt that showed off her equally toned thighs, and a golden headdress complete with leaves and tassels.

Though it wasn’t quite the same woman he met in Babylonia. Back then her poncho had left only a tasteful amount of cleavage on display, while her skirt was a practical and comfortable piece. Now, both barely contained her decency at all. Two melons were stuffed into her top, rivaling Passionlip’s udders in sheer size but in clothes meant for someone several letters up the alphabet. Breast flesh spilled out the sides, over the hem, under the hanging curtain of cloth, now the undersized thing only served to just barely hide her nipples from view. And that wasn’t the only change either. Below, her skirt was reduced to a hanging off the fat shelf that was her rear end, the formerly muscled glutes were now a full bakery of delicious, clapping cake, only half covered by the cloth of her bottoms. Her extra thick cheeks were more than enough to smother a man under, yet another way for the wrestler to choke the air out someone- though undoubtedly the most appealing.

“Ah, Quetzalcoatl. What brings-”

“Silence, gracias.” The Mesoamerican Goddess pushed her way into the room, her enormous bust catching on the frame as she did so. Despite having to push her enormous rack through the opening she didn’t even so much as raise one of her bushy eyebrows. “You understand why I am here by now, yes? I would be happy to demonstrate my lucha if you continue to speak!”

The threat was empty, but the Caster simply shrugged and kept his mouth shut. No need to get her talking and delay the reason he looked forward to these daily visits.

“Good. Now, show your offerings to me.”

The white haired man waved his hand briefly. Suddenly his baggy pants had a massive hole between his legs, revealing exactly what the Rider had deemed worthy ‘tribute’.

Two gargantuan, heaving, dully churning jizztankerns suddenly dominated the space between his legs, each one far bigger than Quetzalcoatl’s twice head and stuffed to the brim with tar-thick half-incubus seed. The Rider sniffed the air and shuddered as the potent scent of his hulking package washed over her.

“Yes, yes! Very good, once again you offer me such perfect gifts! I shall prepare to accept them now.”

The normally proud Serpent Goddess didn’t stand a chance. Once his gargantuan, gurgling nutsack was revealed Quetzalcoatl couldn’t help but shove her face directly into them, laying quick kisses all over their leathery surface. There wasn’t any magic in the heavy odor rapidly humidifying the room, no tricks inherited from his demonic side that turned women into testicle worshipping smell sluts. Quetzalcoatl was just a total pushover for any stud who’s musk could catch her attention, and Merlin’s greasy balls were the best in Chaldea!

“SNIFFFFFFF! Oooough… Mwah! Mwah! Your tribute of virility to me is as wonderful as ever!” She placed her tongue on his left ball and gave it a long, devoted lick, then switched the right and did the same. A well practiced routine, but one that still made the fluffy haired mage’s balls start producing even more, even thicker spunk. “I’ll make sure today’s offering is just as big and tasty as yesterday’s. Get nice and heavy for me, churn and churn until it’s thicker than glue!Mwah! SHLURRRRPPP!”

Merlin knew better than to touch her when she was like this, the last time he tried to grab her head she almost broke his arm. He settled for verbal encouragement over physical. “Your technique has definitely improved. In Babylonia you were just smashing your face into me, but now you’re on the level of their best trained whores. I’m sure your ‘tribute’ will be exactly what you want, O Goddess.”

Quetzalcoatl gave another intense SHLURP! at the words, her mouth completely stuffed full with the Caster’s sack. Merlin’s eyes moved upwards from her puckered lips to her lightly swaying behind, which wobbled and shook as the wrestler woman worked. When she was on her knees like this the skirt went from mostly useless to completely worthless, each round hill just begging for a groping or slap. With how much extra padding she had there now, even the small movements caused audible CLAPs to resound through the room alongside the sounds of sucking and slurping. If only she wouldn’t throw him through a wall if he tried touching her… but just the sight of that extra huge bubble butt was enough to satisfy him. For now.

“SHLLURP! SSHHHHUCK!Pwauh!” The Rider spat out the now incredibly heavy teste in her mouth. Liters of her favored offering were bubbling inside the oversized nut bunkers, she could FEEL the coagulated fluid churning inside. “¡Delicioso! I believe you’re ready now. Don’t bother holding back, just give me everything you have stored up!”

Before Merlin could get a word out she’d grabbed his cock and pushed all of it into her throat. From experience he knew that her holds were inescapable for almost anyone not packing A rank strength or better, but nothing was tighter than her wet vice of a throat. Quetzalcoatl lacked any sort of gag reflex and took him in entirely with a single movement. The first time she had done that move Merlin nearly fell over in sheer pleasure despite literal centuries of experience, but now he stood strong enough for the Goddess to take hold of his legs as she looked forward with determination.

HLLLK SHLUURK FNNNRK SHRRRRLIK HHHLLLRP SHHUUURP SHLLURP SHLNNNRK!

It was Quetzalcoatl’s signature finisher, a rapid, no mercy, full force throatjob! Her tongue licked the bottom of Merlin’s shaft, her gullet squeezed, and her head moved back and forth so fast it was impossible to keep up. A hefty shot of clear fluid hit the unceasing woman’s stomach quickly, enough that she could feel it sloshing around in her stomach already behind her abs of steel. With each press forward her ridiculous chest pushed into Merlin’s legs and squashed flat against her well polished sack, giving the already heavenly technique an extra bit of stimulation.

“I don’t think I’ll ever tire of your skill, Quetzalcoatl.” Merlin remarked, trying to hide the strain in his voice. Thousands of holes of so many species and the Serpent Goddess still could still push him to the edge in a matter of minutes! “Keep going, you’ll saite your thirst for sperm- ahem, ‘procure your tribute’ soon!”

GLLUURRK SHLUCK SHLUURP BRUGHSK RUGHHHRP HSSSSSSSSLURK SLURK SLURK SLURRRRRRRRRPPPP!!!

The Mage’s dick expanded in her mouth, his heavy sack managed to rise despite the sheer weight of their contents, and Quetzalcoatl threw herself forward once more and moaned needly despite herself, though it muffled by the throat clogging incubus shaft rammed down her stretched hole.

SHPLUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUURTTTTTTTTTT!

Cum rocketed out of Merlin’s tip like a hose directly into the cumslut Rider’s stomach. In less than a few seconds Quetzalcoatl cut abs lost most of their definition as her belly began to inflate with ultra thick, yellowish cockshots the likes of which would break a weaker woman. But the Goddess held herself firm, even as her face slid into a pleasured mess whole her stomach continued to bloat. Soon there was no evidence of her usual cobbled core at all, just a soft sphere of Merlin’s dick-cream that was steadily growing further into her lap, propping her absurd chest up on its taut skin.

Eventually Merlin came to a finish, but the Goddess remained locked onto his still erect length with the same slutty expression, except now her eyes had fully rolled back. Between her thick ass cheeks was a full deluge of feminine juice as the voluptuous Aztec orgasmed from the feeling of being filled like a condom. While her brain was busy cumming so hard she saw stars, the gutful of Grand Servant semen she had so greedily devoured began to slowly push its way back in. Over the course of a minute she went from ready to pop with twins to merely five months with a single. As her stomach retracted, her already enormous butt swelled just a little bit larger, her udder-like tits gained just a bit more mass. Quetzalcoatl’s body was putting the excessive cum in her belly to work, making getting the loads she craved just that bit easier with a thicker booty and bigger boobs to tempt the succubus-spawn with.

When the slow growth finally ended, the Rider began to come back to reality and feel her stomach. She let out a small, satisfied, muffled groan before starting the process all over again. There was still so much thick cum to milked out! Merlin wasn’t done after a single round, and she wasn’t going to stop until the smug Caster was limp and drained!

Once, Merlin did attempt to tell her what was happening, but she’d interrupted him with a sharp toothed smile and a threat. If she even realized her own addiction was turning her from a luchador into a ring girl, it didn’t seem to matter to her.

Even Gods could be interesting in the right circumstances…

Notes:

Next chapter is probably going to be one for me. I’ve been thinking about writing down the way I like to approach certain characters, sort of like the Profiles fic but not tied to any given story and not bound by the promise everyone is a futa.

 

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Chapter 36: The Normal Way to Solve Issues (Boudica/Nero)

Summary:

Based on a request from Lust Writer. Futa Boudica/Nero. Contains bed breaking, multiple sex positions, hate sex, and Nero’s usual warped world view.

Notes:

Haven’t really destroyed an environment before. This was fun.

In the early days, every Servant was a combatant. Chaldea needed every fighter it could get, no matter how weak or ill suited for violence they were. In those times, Boudica thought that this second life of hers would just be an extension of the war she waged at the end of her first. Every day was fighting, if not to fix a singularity, then to gather the materials needed to strengthen Servant bodies, or sparring for practice. The Queen of Victory didn’t necessarily hate it; being a Servant meant her foes went down much faster, and any attacks they landed went from potentially crippling to mildly painful, even though her white bikini ‘armor’ she had been summoned with was practically worthless in terms of protection.

But as time went on, more and more Servants joined the cause, and she simply wasn’t needed for slashing open goblins and turning wolfmen into cowering pups. After that, her second chance became a life of fulfillment. Her new role as cook gave her plenty of opportunities to put smiles on people’s faces, meet people from lands she’d never heard of, and just… be happy. Content. It felt a little selfish thinking that way when the entire world was in danger, but it was true, the simple charms of life as Chaldea’s chef were wonderful.

Though there was, admittedly, one glaring flaw with her new arrangement. A tiny woman with an ego larger than mountains, who was constantly at her heels like a needy puppy demanding attention. Emperor Nero seemed to delight in popping into Boudica’s business whenever the Roman wasn’t busy feuding with Tamamo or setting up one of her festivals. No matter how the Queen told her to leave her alone, the airhead Emperor would plow right through it and continue bothering her until either she became distracted with something or other, or someone helpfully called her away to do something.

There was another problem with Nero’s constant appearances though. Not only was she annoying, but the Roman Emperor was an undeniable sex icon! Her usual outfit laid her soft, perky, ample tits bare, jiggling and swaying temptingly with her breathing. The transparent skirt she wore around left an unobstructed view of her plush, meaty thighs and the leotard covering her sensitive bits, though it did absolutely nothing to hide them when she was aroused- which was often. And that was her at her most conservative! Bikinis, undersized gym wear, a bridal outfit with an absolutely scandalous zipper, more than once she had decided to walk around naked so that “everyone can bask in my glorious form!”

Frankly, enough was enough. Boudica had been dealing with this for over a year now, and getting Master involved with this hundreds-year-old business with everything else they had going on was out of the question. Something had to be done, and the Rider decided that if she could see Nero bested, see the haughty woman admit defeat just once, she would be satisfied. The memory of her self absorbed reality shattering for just a few moments before it inevitably reformed would sustain the chef whenever her tormentor appeared.

It didn’t take long for her to get a chance.

“Ah, Boudica! I have been preparing for my next Nerofest, and want you to take part! Umu, this shall be the greatest yet! New York has served as a fair venue, but the modern world is such a grand stage for me to perform on. I have considered Australia, France, China, and- oh? Such a strong grip on my arm… where are we going? Ah, such an important discussion should be held in private. Well, lead the way!”

Upon entering her room, Boudica practically threw Nero onto her bed. Despite the rough treatment the Saber remained unfazed. “Now, where was I? Oh, Australia. They have a truly beautiful opera house just begging for my voice to fill its halls, but China has the Great Auditorium, seating far more of my subjects. And France, well I have desired to go for quite some time, as I unfortunately wasn’t summoned until the Orleans Singularity had-”

“Quiet. Please, for once, just be quiet.” Boudica’s voice was filled with quiet anger as she approached the bed, standing over still smiling Roman. “Strip. We’re going to fuck, and I don’t want to hear a single word out of your mouth about that damned festival.”

“Oh.” Nero blinked. “I had no idea you desired me that way! I suppose it only makes sense, I am unparalleled in my beauty. Well, feast your eyes Queen of Victory!” Her clothes disappeared as typical for Servants, leaving her soft, shapely body bare. “Now let us be- mnnnnfgh?!”

Boudica grabbed the back of her head and pulled her into a forceful kiss. After getting over her surprise Nero let the redhead press into her mouth with her tongue, not putting up any resistance as her gums were swabbed by the standing Servant. As the sudden, brutal make out continued Boudica allowed her own clothes to disappear. Unlike the blonde’s youthful fuckdoll body, Boudica sported a more mature look: Her own sizable tits, once filled with nurturing milk, sagged slightly under their weight, her stomach sported a bit of motherly weight, giving her a set of lovehandles just begging to be grabbed, and her birthing hips were wider than her shoulders. In a way, the Rider was equally attractive as the Servant she was so roughly swapping spit with, though she was the perfect example MILF while Nero was kept in the prime of her youth.

Aside from one, enormous, growing, vein-ridden exception…

Boudica pushed Nero from her sitting position into a laying one, and it was only then she felt the motherly redhead’s masculine addition. A gargantuan, wrist thick, virile log of a cock, rapidly hardening as its owner dominated her mouth. It reached up from the bottom of Nero’s flat stomach all the way up to the undersides of her tits, the already leaking tip coating then in a thick, warm fluid that clung to her skin. Nero squirmed as her the fist-sized tip teased her breasts, causing Boudica to laugh to herself as she broke the kiss, leaving the unprepared ruler gasping.

“It’s not even put in yet and you’re squirming? I thought they called you a whore!” Boudica taunted as she began to back herself up, dragging her dense slut stuffer across the smooth surface of Nero’s stomach.

“Anyone fortunate to be kissed with such ferocious passion would be left breathless. Take pride in your skill!” The blonde recovered herself quickly, spreading her legs and reaching her fingers to spread her lower lips wide. “Be warned, my holes left many concubines unable to control themselves. The tight folds of my sodden canal turned them into little more than rutting beasts only able to swing their hips in sheer lust. Perhaps we should ease you into this, as to keep your mind intaaaaaAAAAAHNNNN?!”

Boudica took a rough hold of Nero’s thighs and pulled, ramming her entire bitchbreaker into the prattling woman’s pussy in a single, brutal thrust. Nero threw her head back in shocked pleasure as her walls were spread wide, every pleasure point was stimulated all at once and her cervix was little more than a cushion for the British barbarian’s thick cockhead.

“I told you to be quiet!” Boudica spat. The normally kind, motherly woman was nearly unrecognizable as she ground her birthing hips against Nero’s own. It was a cruel tease, one that drew a gargled moan out of her tormentor. “We’re not easing into anything. I’m going to fuck you until you lose your stupid pride! You’re not some perfect ruler, you’re just an annoying little tyrant who needs to learn humility!”

Without giving Nero a second to recover, Boudica pulled herself back and slammed back into Nero’s tight hole. Again, again, and again, the pace was as fast and brutal as she could make it, hoping to draw out more of the pestering Saber’s whorish groans. Each thrust inwards was accompanied by a loud SMACK of flesh that sent both Emperor and Queen’s assests jiggling from the sheer force.

Nero gripped the sheets tightly as she thrashed her head around in pleasure. Her stomach bulged and flattened with every rapid thrust, her juices coating Boudica’s fuckrod in a sloppy clear coating that stained the bed sheets.

“Hauuuugnn!!! Boudica! Boudica! Boudica!!!!” Nero whined, squeezing hard around the Rider’s unceasing shaft. The futanari smiled to herself as she pushed Nero forwards on the bed, quickly wrapping her orgasming blonde’s legs around her shoulders and putting her into a mating press.

“I take it back. You can speak, just to scream my name and moan.” The position left Nero even less control, trapped underneath the redhead’s body with her enormous chest directly in her face. Behind Boudica’s maternal mountains, the equally stacked ruler’s face was smiling wide as her eyes struggled to focus on anything. Even the erect nubs of the other woman’s nipples were hazy reds in her vision.

Boudica’s movements were deeper, smaller, but no less fast and brutal as she pounded the still-orgasming woman into the mattress. The smacking of flesh was replaced with wet, resounding SHLOPs as Nero’s wet canal continued to leak like a fountain, coating Boudica’s balls and her own bubbly ass in a sticky sheen. Now that she wasn’t pulling out as fast she was forcing it in, Boudica could savor just how perfect the spasming Emperor’s tight pussy was. The shortstack’s insides were blazing hot, every part of her was pulling and caressing her dick deeper as the errant twitches slowed, it was like she was made for enormous cocks to stir up and pound mercilessly.

“Haaaaahn, moreeeeee…” Nero begged through her own lustful haze, wrapping her arms around the other Servant’s neck. “Harder, Boudicaaaaa!”

That caught her off guard. “You want more?!” How was this slut still thinking?! Fine, if that’s what she wanted, then Boudica would give it to her! The smaller thrusts she had switched to became full cockstrokes, forcing her to half stand so every single inch was once again pushing in and out in the fastest pace she could muster. Anger fueled her, with new strength she pounded into that far too tempting pussy and into that crash-cushion of a cervix like she was disciplining it. The bed creaked as Boudica brought all her Servant strength down on the slutty Saber’s body, and despite herself the Rider felt her own orgasm coming. It was inevitable, she was enjoying Nero’s massive milkers bouncing and the constant squeezing around her cock far more than she would have thought.

“Yeeeesh! Again! I’ll cum again!” Nero yelled out happily. Her limbs attempted to pull Boudica in to no avail. “This brutality, this force, never have I met such a perfect partner! This cock stretches me wider than I can bear, this pace leaves my mind reeling, this is real seeeeexxxxx!”

CREEEEAAAAAAAK

The bed gave its own groan of complaint, though it was masked by Nero’s praise. Boudica wasn’t listening though, all that was left in her mind was making this woman admit she was beaten! Pound after pound, slowly she must be coming undone! Each strike of their hips must be breaking her mind, shattering her will, a good cumshot to her womb would turn her barely used brain into a useless mush-

CRASH

“Ngghhhannnnnnn!!!”

The bed snapped in the middle, sending the pair into the ground, just as Boudica hit her orgasm. The Rider’s vision blurred as her cock swelled inside Nero, pumping semen from her swollen balls to put as deep as she could inside the bitch. Waves of white hit the back of Nero’s womb, and sure enough the whorish woman came again, squeezing hard around Boudica’s twitching slab of a cock. Despite being just as deep into pleasure as Boudica, Nero managed to push herself up far enough to pull the angered redhead into a weak, sloppy kiss, neither of them able to do more than push their lips together in their own form of lust.

What came next was hours of the most intense, forceful fucking ever seen in Chaldea, possibly in human history. Boudica roughly pulled Nero out of the broken bed and forced her against the wall, pinning her head there as she continued to slam into the limp moaning Emperor’s cum-slick folds. Eventually the two fell onto a desk, where the fuck-frenzied futa pinned the source of her annoyances to surface with another kiss as and continued her attempts to turn her stupid- only for the desk to break under the strain of her hatefucking as well. This continued around the room, not a single inch free from a coating of their mixed cum: shelves were knocked over, the bathroom was covered in semen, Nero’ ass leaked freely onto the floor after Boudica switched to anal for another six consecutive rounds of doggy style against a wall.

No words were shared, just moans and grunts of exertion. After a few hours Boudica couldn’t think about anything but Nero’s tightness and how it infuriated her. The potent mix of frustration and primal pleasure seeking had her nearly feral, eventually lifting Nero’s small body into her arms and locking her in a full nelson pose as she pounded upwards into her pussy. It was incredible, even after all the times she nearly turned it inside out in her quest to conquer Rome’s most self obsessed dictator the hole was still just as tight and perfect as when they started. With a grunt Boudica slammed herself up again, spewing another load into Nero, who moaned loudly in approval as her womb was filled once again. Boudica had to keep going, she needed more, Nero wasn’t broken yet…

FLUMP

She fell onto the ground in a breathless heap, Nero still in her arms. Her cock, several dozen orgasms and liters of cum later, finally began to soften.

The two sat there for a few minutes, covered in sweat, feminine juices, and semen. Nero moved first, finally extracting herself from the Queen’s grip and standing on wobbling legs.

“I… believe I have finally met someone who can match my lusts.” Nero spoke without her usual grandiose attitude. “You, Queen Boudica, have left me completely satisfied for the first time I can remember. Hundreds of concubines have tried and failed to do what you have accomplished.”

She took finger to the semen glazing her tits, left there from when Boudica had fucked her breasts on the remains of the mattress. “Delicious… well, I must be on my way. Dear Praetor must be confused where I disappeared to these past few hours. I can’t wait until next time! Umu, your cock is the finest I’ve known, and I plan on making this a repeat arrangement! Farewell!”

Nero strode out of the room, her fat, struck red ass suddenly covered by the usual dress she wore. Boudica laid on the ground in post-orgasm bliss and exhaustion, sleepily observing what remained over her room.

“Good enough, I guess…”

Notes:

For those who don’t follow My Twitter, I ended up scrapping the idea I mentioned at the end of last chapter. Didn’t quite work the way I wanted it to.

Chapter 37: Semiramis’ Magical Motherhood and Love(?) Lust (Semiramis/Ritsuka)

Summary:

Based on a prompt from Blanked Gaze. Futa Ritsuka/Semiramis. Contains futanari, pregnancy, and magically increased libido.

Notes:

This isn’t dead! I’ve actually been working on an old request I wanted to spin off as a slow updating series but it’s taken longer than I’d like to get going. In the meantime, I hope you enjoy my first go at Semiramis!

Caren had screwed up. Again. The plan had been to create a few special fertility and virility-increasing chocolates as a gift to Ritsuka. A nice present for a girl with a breeding fetish, no strings attached! Seeing the other Servants deal with growing pregnancies or their annoyingly chronic erections would be her reward.

And wellllll… she used a Holy Grail to expedite the process. Then she accidentally knocked it into her supply of Servant semen (which was for the virility chocolates, NOT to satisfy the cum fetish she definitely didn’t have) and the whole thing was sucked up into the cup before she could react. A big flash of light later, and suddenly everyone involved with Valentine’s Day was seven months pregnant with broods ranging from twins to quintuplets! Nero, Murasaki, Semiramis, Nagiko, Bazett, Pope Johanna, and of course herself were now sporting healthy baby bellies like they’d been knocked up the entire time.

The fact that all of them were also now ridiculously horny all the time was not her fault though. They’d banned her from making aphrodisiac chocolates again after the Orgy of Orleans incident. No, this was someone else’s fault. She wasn’t doing anything that would cause such chronic lust or keeping any substances that could have started it. Any stories about her working with Circe again were slander against her good name meant to ruin her business.

“You believe me, right?”

Bazett and Johanna loomed over her, both of their Goddess punishing, permanently erect stud shafts pointed towards her face as she kneeled beneath them. Pregnancies would throw them off balance, but it wouldn’t stop them from getting their vengeance. Though given the growing puddle of juices between Caren’s thighs she wasn’t sure if it would be justice for them or mutual aid…

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Turning Amor into a collective cumdump wasn’t the first thing they considered. Ritsuka had volunteered to help relieve the suffering Servants herself, but she was only one woman and they were seven very horny Servants. Even their Master’s impressive endowment couldn’t handle that much at once, though she was willing to try until Mash and Da Vinci had stepped in. One Servant a day would get Master all to themselves to vent the magical, maternal lust now occupying most of their thoughts.

Today was Semiramis’ turn, and she had wasted no time in establishing herself. The second 11:59 rolled over midnight she threw open the door to Ritsuka’s room, her face deadly serious but flushed bright pink from her own need.

“You. Out.” Her commanding voice

“Awww, can I get a few more minutes with Chan-mas?” Sei groaned from the bed. She and Ritsuka were spooning together, the futanari Master gently caressing the writer’s third trimester with triplets belly as her cock sawed between the Archer’s slick thighs. 13 thick inches that promised at least some relief from the heat and aches that were plaguing the ruler’s thoughts.

“No. Leave, before this becomes an issue.”

“Finnneeee. I’ll go find someone else to rub my preggo belly.”

The multicolored Servant left without bothering to put her clothes back on, leaving the Master and Assassin alone. Ritsuka didn’t bother standing up to greet her guest. Instead she rolled over and spread her legs apart, displaying her tennis-ball sized testicles and the several lipstick marks the previous occupants had left on them. “I’ll be acting as your throne again?”

Semiramis smiled darkly and dispelled her dress. Her quadruplets had turned her entire middle into a tight, life filled sphere, but the rest of her regal body remained unchanged. Aside from the river of liquid arousal pouring out from between her thighs, that was.

“You’ve learned your place rather quickly, Master.” She casually mounted the laying woman and placed herself just above the throbbing tip. She wanted relief, she needed something spreading her holes apart more than anything else, but before she started moaning and cumming like a common whore she needed to establish the power structure. It wouldn’t do to leave Ritsuka with… ideas of what was acceptable once the Goddess’ mistake was corrected and her children born. “Had I known we were this compatible perhaps I would have recruited you for my pleasure earlier. Mm, hindsight has perfect vision I suppose.”

“I definitely would have gotten you pregnant way earlier, you look amazing with a proper baby- hnnnnnng?!”

Semiramis slammed her hips down without thinking. The thought of another batch of children in her womb alone had caused her lust to overwhelm her desire for control. This was a problem. She was a poisoner, a taker of lives, not a maker. Surely she didn’t possess a deeply buried desire to breed like an animal.

The feeling of a hot, thick pole spreading her apart brought out a throaty moan, which only increased in volume as Ritsuka pressed against her cervix. Fortunately for her, that minor peak was enough relief for her rational mind to retake control- though not enough to stop her hips from subtly grinding unconsciously.

“Haaaahn… Know your p-place. You are my Master second at the moment and a tool for me to banish this accursed lust first.” Despite the claim she couldn’t help but put her hands behind her head as she began to bounce, putting her heavily pregnant stomach directly in Ritsuka’s view. The other woman’s cock hardened even further at the sight, and she bucked her hips despite her role as a tool. The punch to the Assassin’s barrier was enough for her to reach another minor peak. Had her cervix always been a weak spot, or was it that Goddess’ ridiculous magic? “Fffffghhhh! C-cease that!”

“You know I can’t resist you when you show off that big belly, hehehe.” She reached up to feel it the way she had done with Sei, but a venomous glance from the woman riding her made her think twice.

“I can always find less rebellious phalluses in Chaldea if you won’t keep to yourself.” Semiramis chided her, though subtly arched her back to emphasize herself that bit more. She was better than this, but she couldn’t resist the need to get her Master as hard and thick as possible. It was this horrid magic’s fault! It had to be.

Ritsuka giggled again, palming her own modest chest to keep her hands busy. “You already have six days a week to do that, but you still take every moment you can with me. Maybe you like having a pregaddict like me around?”

Semiramis didn’t bother with a response, still bouncing away in as regal silence as she could muster- which wasn’t very much considered her continued mewls of pleasure. She’d be there until the exact second her turn ended, where she would pass it on to Murasaki, who she would no doubt find three fingers knuckle deep just outside. The cycle would continue until the spell was broken or they gave birth. Hopefully. There was no guarantee that once these four brats were lifted from her hips that she wouldn’t be driven by divine lust to get herself pregnant once more.

And Ritsuka would be waiting with happy grin and balls aching to fill that need…

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Chapter 38: Double Da Vinci (Two Da Vinci fills)

Summary:

Two fills starting everyone’s favorite genius, and a lot of milk.

From R4d6: Da Vinci, I know that Ritsuka, being the Last Master, is needed too much to side-line for nine months, especially as the nympho would get knocked-up again right after, but was it really the correct solution to automatically and magically transport the fetus into Mash's womb as soon as Ritsuka get fertilized? Which is multiple time per round may I remind you.

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Contains futanari, pregnancy transfer, hyper-pregnancy, hyper breasts, and pregnancy tallies.

Da Vinci sighed, a sense of exhaustion muting her normally cheery voice. “At the time it was a viable solution. We weren’t sure if it was Jeanne or Nero who had impregnated Ritsuka first and we couldn’t risk her being incapacitated by childbirth during the Babylonia Singularity. If it really was Jeanne, her due date was almost certain to occur during the expedition. As a Demi-Servant Mash would take hours to recover from the experience rather than weeks. So creating a pregnancy transfer spell made sense at the time! I am a genius, not a fortune teller, I had no way of knowing it would get so out of control!”

She gestured to what was once her workshop, now a dedicated maternity ward for a single Servant: Mash Kyrielight. The bespectacled Shielder’s once-short pink hair had grown out to thigh length, and she was smiling contently as she flipped through a history book while laying on a comfortable hospital bed. One she was completely incapable of leaving due to the fact her womb now dwarfed her in size several times over, a tight pale mountain emerging from her middle and completely covering her lower half! Her breasts had inflated to impossible sizes along with her staggeringly large baby-belly, their darkened nipples constantly leaking thick streams of milk into dedicated pumps hooked up to them. Tally marks and symbols were written on her stomach, which was large enough to be mistaken for a flesh-colored boulder if you couldn’t spot the woman attached to it. They included a Roman eagle (six tallies), the Romanov family coat of arms (four tallies), a chibified version of Ishtar’s face (16 tallies), a crossed pair of katanas (seven tallies), a lighting bolt (14 tallies), and a small zig-zagged dagger (nine tallies), among several others.

“Humans normally have one chance a month to have one child,” Da Vinci continued trying her best to keep her weariness out of her voice, “Ritsuka’s body appears to have decided that is not enough. We’re not sure if it was exposure to the high density mana of the Age of the Gods, long term contact with the Goddess of Fertility, some sort of parting gift from the Primordial Mother, or Merlin thinking he was funny, but Fujimaru Ritsuka now has induced ovulation. That is to say her eggs will only release from her ovaries when mating and not already pregnant- which is often, now that all her eggs are transplanted out of her womb the moment they’re fertilized.”

As if on cue Mash moaned, placing her book on her bean-bag sized breasts as another fifteen marks appeared on her swollen stomach next to a small, cute dog. Milk surged from her nipples even faster as she placed her utterly dwarfed hands on the stretched tight wall that was her uterus. “More of Gareth’s adorable pups, ehehehehe…!”

“Mash is happy with the arrangement at least.” The Caster sat down at her work desk, now shoved into a corner and covered with sketches for industrial milk pumps, high-power ultrasounds, and other devices meant for people more womb than woman. “Would you believe that she’s the smallest she’s been since the Temple of Solomon? A few months ago we discovered how to reinforce a normal human to stand up to such enormous broods and began spreading out her kids to all the female staff members. At 426- 441, now- Mash is now the third most pregnant woman in Chaldea, behind two staff who have gotten competitive with each other.”

“I’m fine taking a lighter load for now!” Mash chimed in from her bed, still running her hands over what little of herself she could reach. “Hogging all of Senpai’s babies always felt selfish. I’m glad the others get to feel the joy of mega-motherhood!”

Da Vinci shook her head. “Magical birth control, pregnancy stasis, artificial wombs… why did I go with pregnancy transferal?”

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From Zigg_E: Da Vinci, how have the milking services been going in Chaldea? Have you taken part in it yourself yet? And who's the current top cow?

Contains breast milking and breast expansion.

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“Chaldea’s volunteer milk maiden program has gone off without a hitch~!” Her voice was filled with self assured pride- as if implementation could have gone any other way when she was in charge! “We’re producing approximately a thousand three hundred gallons of milk a day, more than most dairy farms, all thanks to my universal genius. Since Servant bodies aren’t strictly human all it takes is a little bit of tampering to turn us into milk leaking bovine-humans. And unlike regular cows, our udders increase production in response to being emptied. Every day our milk makers swell bigger and bigger into the softest, most beautiful breasts possible~.”

The dark haired Caster was practically beaming as she talked about turning the heroes of history into top heavy dairy dispensers. “The title of top cow passes between Tiamat and Raikou almost every week. It seems the motherly types produce the most milk! They do all their milking sessions together just so they can compare the results faster. I suppose it makes sense the already well endowed nurturing types would make the best cattle, but it’s not quite that simple. Mordred’s milk output has been increasing by entire pints almost every day since she started! She doesn’t fit in her armor any more, and that tiny red strap she wore snapped under the strain of her growing cream tanks. If she keeps it up those two will have competition really soon.”

“And as for me…” Da Vinci’s dress disappeared, leaving her thin form clad in only a bra with her signature red and blue design. “Of course I’ve taken part.”

In a quick motion she grabbed the underside of her bra and pulled upwards. Instantly her chest exploded outward, two heavy and perky breasts dominated her torso and filled the first few feet in front of her. There was no way such enormous udders could fit inside the relatively small undergarment, and yet somehow they did. Two thick streams of milk launched from her nipples like white pressurized hoses before slowing to a steady stream of milkshake thick cream. “Ahhhh~. It feels good to let some pressure off. It gets a bit uncomfortable keeping myself compressed all day. Hmmm… normally I just use pumps, but I am a scientist. I just love to indulge curiosity. If you’re wondering what it’s like, I’ll let you have a taste straight from the source~.”

Notes:

Two days in a row! Don’t expect this to happen regularly.

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Chapter 39: The odd romances of Knights of the Roundtable (Two fills)

Summary:

Two fills involving the knights. Enjoy!

Based on a request from Chikentender. Futa Gareth/Ibuki Douji. Contains mentioned futanari transformation, extreme height differences (Gareth is just over half her height), small dom big sub, misunderstandings, and loving sex.

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SMACK! SMACK! PLAP! SHLAP!

“Nnghggghhhhhnnnnn! Ough, m-my my, you’re much better at this than I expected…”

“Thanks! This is my first time with a penis so I wasn’t sure if I’d be able to use it right, ehehe. I’m so happy you’re feeling good!”

‘Good’ was an understatement. Ibuki Douji had never been fucked so completely before during any of her conquests. This tiny little knight was perched on her perky butt-shelf, gripping her human crushing cheeks like she owned them, and pounding her soaked pussy so thoroughly that she’d cum over triple the amount her English partner had.

It started a few days ago. Gareth had asked the gigantic oni out on a date. A human date, one between lovers, one that didn’t involve a massive body count like oni ones. Ibuki didn’t feel any particular way towards the sprightly knight, but it certainly couldn’t hurt to try new things. The sheer distance between their heads certainly provided a lot of opportunities to tease her suitor. But then one date turned into two, then three, four, ten, twenty… The devious oni found herself taken aback at how much she enjoyed the blonde’s company. Always so polite, friendly, chivalrous, energetic, she brought out Ibuki’s innocently playful side with ease. They had gotten to the point where Gareth had begun identifying things she could stand on to kiss her statuesque lover whenever they went on dates together, and Ibuki only occasionally prodded her about it.

Whenever they were together Gareth would comment on how pretty the Japanese deity was, or things she liked about her personality, or how she fought. It didn’t take long for Ibuki to pick up on the fact she was deliberately avoiding talking about her body. While cute, she wasn’t going to be offended about some comments about how huge her tits were! Soon she was wearing the tightest clothing she could find hoping to fluster the smaller woman, but the knight hardly ever even flushed. Peeks were few and far between, even when she wore shorts so small half her delectable behind was on display! Eventually she ditched the act and flat out asked her surprising love for sex- which she declined.

What kind of relationships did humans have?! They met, courted each other, and mated copiously. That was the way it worked with oni, and that was the way it worked with humans. Right?

A few nights later Gareth had brought it up again, this time being the one to offer a night together. Ibuki had accepted, of course, but rather than the one-sided domination she was used to, an informal arrangement for nothing but pleasure-

PLAP PLAP PLAP!

“I love you so much Booki!”

The adorable knight had taken the lead and started attacking every weak point she could find! Ibuki’s nipples had been bitten and suckled, her lower lips licked and worshiped, her body covered in soft teasing kisses, all while Gareth kept talking about how much she appreciated her. Now Ibuki was sitting face down, ass up in bed while a woman half her size had her way with her!

“How’s this? Does it feel nice?” Gareth gently stroked Ibuki’s meaty tail as she switched to shallower, slower thrusts.

“Mmmmnnn, yesssss…” Ibuki murmured, still recovering from the seven orgasm chain the wolf pup knight had inflicted on her a few minutes prior.

“Ok! Tell me if you want me to do anything different, I want this to feel great for you too!”

Gareth ground her hips against the plush purple surface of Ibuki’s Goddess sized ass, and Ibuki moaned into her arms. How brazen this woman was, asking her for all her weaknesses. She was holding herself back, trying to pleasure her as much as possible, but Ibuki couldn’t fathom why. More than once Gareth had refused to flood her coiling folds with her adorable swimmers when she was right at the edge, but why?

So this was what it felt like to be the one so totally dominated…

How powerful was human love?

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Gareth was happy her new divine girlfriend seemed to be enjoying herself so much. Mordred has told her that using a cock would be pretty easy to figure out and she’d been right! Merlin didn’t even ask for payment when she asked him to give her a dick so she could satisfy her date. The short-haired knight made sure to make their first time a loving, sweet affair. Her big Booki was more than just her enormous butt and beautiful breasts, and Gareth didn’t want it to seem like she was only dating the beautiful oni for her curves! Though seeing her skyscraper of a girlfriend’s ass stuffed into tiny bottoms and tits displayed by larger and larger cleavage windows was definitely a perk!

Mwah!

Gareth planted a kiss on Ibuki’s tail before going back to grinding her thin hips, murmuring sweet nothings under her breath (which she didn’t seem to realize Ibuki’s ears were simply too far away to hear). The giantess’ sweet moans and muttered praises could sustain her for hours longer! It didn’t matter if she didn’t sleep tonight or tomorrow, she wouldn’t stop until her beloved was totally satisfied!

“I’m going to start going harder again, if that’s ok with you?”

“Fufufu… I don’t think I could refuse such an offer if I wanted to anymore. You’ve proven yourself quite the catch, little knight~”

“Ibuki!” Gareth couldn’t help but grin like an idiot at the compliment. She started swinging her hips again with all the force she could muster, hitting her divine lover’s wide ass hard enough to cause it to wobble and clap uncontrollably. “I love you tooooooo!”

Perhaps eventually Ibuki would learn exactly the place she held in Gareth’s heart, and why it made her such a beast in bed. And perhaps Gareth would that her massive oni girlfriend enjoyed having her body lusted over. But tonight was still special for both of them, even if it wasn’t quite for the same reason.

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Based on a prompt by InvitedGuest? Barghest/Gawain. Contains public sex, biting, full nelson, and reverse mating press.

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Gawain shuffled uncomfortably in his bright white suit. As a knight he had attended a great deal of parties and formal ceremonies, but a ball like this was out of his usual range. The suit certainly looked nice, and he definitely appreciated the looks the fairies sent his way, but they were still on a mission. Armor would have been preferable.

“Relax.” Ritsuka said, perfectly at ease while being even more exposed than his Servant. “Being tense is just going to make you miserable. Try to enjoy yourself, otherwise this will feel like forever.”

“Easy for you to say.” Artoria Caster grumbled next to him. “This is the fanciest event I’ve ever seen. I just want this to be over.”

Gawain rested a hand on her shoulder. She really did remind him of… well, it didn’t matter. “Perhaps you could use a distraction. Master, Mata Hari and Cleopatra have taught you dancing. Why not show her a few steps?”

“Me?” The girl’s cheeks reddened lightly. “W-well, if he’s fine with it…”

“Of course I am.” The last Master stepped before the Caster and spoke with exaggerated bravado while extending his hand, “Shall we?”

“Oh come off it…” she half laughed as she took his hand and stepped onto the floor.

The knight watched them for a few moments before turning towards the crowd. Enjoy himself? Surely there was a fine fae who’d join him for the night-

“Gawain.” A deep yet gentle woman’s voice spoke his name. He turned to see the Tam Lin who bore his name approaching in a flattering black evening dress. “It is good to see you again.”

“Likewise. I was just looking for a dance partner.” He graciously extended a hand in a mirror of his Master just a minute prior. “Shall we?”

The horned woman looked at him for a moment. “I am not much of a dancer.”

“Then we are on equal footing.”

“Hm. Fine then, but let us try not to make total fools of ourselves.”

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It wasn’t their dancing that made them look like fools. Somehow the dance had turned into something more passionate, or at least, he thought it did. There had to have been a moment between them attempting to dance and him wrapping her beefy thighs in his firm arms as he thrusted up into her in the center of the dance floor. He just couldn’t recall it.

Regardless of how it happened there was no doubt he was holding his Fae Britain equivalent in a full nelson, slamming up into her while she moaned ferally without a care. Faeries watched in a mix of disgust, embarrassment, intrigue, and lust as pushed in and out of the beautiful knight’s tight folds.

“Sir Gawain…!”

“Lady Gawain!”

It was sloppy, sweat and her juices flying around them and creating a splash zone, hardly something two knights should be doing in public, but they couldn’t stop. The woman who shared his name had moved aside her dress to allow her prestigious breasts to bounce freely, his pants had been taken off at some point, both sights drawing the crowd’s attention as he continued pushing up into her without a care.

Off to the side, Ritsuka sighed to himself. “Shouldn’t have told him to enjoy himself. By my- mffgj?”

“Leave them be.” Artoria Caster murmured, her breath steaming. “Let’s go and have some fun of our own somewhere more private. You’re strong enough to lift me like that, right?”

As the two snuck off the Tam Lin slipped out of his grasp. There was a brief scuffle, and before Gawain could blink he was on the ground with her his legs in her arms. After a quick shared look the faerie woman pushed herself onto him while throwing his legs over her shoulders, using him more like a sex toy than as a partner.

Not that he was complaining. As much as he enjoyed sweeping maidens off their feet, being swept off his feet for once and put into the opposite of a mating press was just as arousing. The Servant felt her soft breasts scraping against his own barrel chest, her strong arms wrapped around his back, and a few murmurs and jeers from the crowd. A few were also beginning to strip themselves, mimicking the two knights.

Gawain was already planning his next move to throw her off once she showed weakness. Perhaps reversing the position? That was if she didn’t wring him completely dry on this ballroom floor before he could do anything.

He was certainly enjoying himself to the fullest either way.

Notes:

Small announcement: Most chapters going forward are likely going to focus on content like asks/shorts. Something more in the range of 700-1000 words. If a prompt really speaks to me I might give it more focus, but that’s the exception to the rule. This will hopefully allow me to get to everyone’s requests faster and reduce fatigue. I hope you all enjoy my work all the same!

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Chapter 40: Asks #5

Summary:

As per usual, stars for prompts and lines for time skips.

Notes:

Warning ahead of time: The second fill contains the Prisma Illya trio. They’re aged up, but if you understandably don’t want anything to do with them you might want to pass. I used these excellent designs as reference for them as adults. Please give the original artist the attention they deserve!

From Bob: Ruler Artoria, I know you disapprove of and are often annoyed by Morgan and her Tam Lin always trying to monopolize Ritsuka, but I have to wonder how pounding her with a strap while having Mordred, Mash and Gareth do the same to her Knights was the best solution to that you could think of?”

Contains various strap ons, pressed against the glass, and mentions of bunny suits.

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The manager’s office had the best view of the casino floor. Slots, card tables, roulette, if you were playing, the beautiful blonde Ruler could see you through the one-way glass. Most thought it was an intimidation tactic. Cheating when the regal bunny’s eye was on you was an easy way to get yourself banned from every Servant-run casino in Vegas. When Artoria marked someone as a problem, everyone listened.

In reality it had nothing to do with intimidation. Well trained dealers, security cameras, and her loyal knights acting as guards were all that was needed to keep the casino running smoothly. No, the reason her office had such an excellent view of the gambling floor…

“I enjoy pushing my claims into the glass.” The casino king explained, forcing the mighty Morgan le Fey to press herself against it with a push of her arm. Artoria had stripped the berserker of her clothing and left her pale, plentiful curves bare, though the one way glass preserved her modesty to those on the floor. The Fae Queen’s breasts spread against the window while her nipples were stimulated constantly by the cool surface- and intentional touch by the Ruler. Her hands were tied behind her back with a simple string, easily broken by a human, let alone a Servant, and yet it remained there all the same. “There were many ways to handle this more efficiently, more effectively. I simply thought watching this Master stealing witch go limp in pleasure would be more fun.”

Artoria pulled her wide, tights-clad hips back, allowing the blue and gold strap on she wore on to show. It was a simple, yet incredibly girthy, tube that was buried so deep inside Morgan’s asshole that the normally stoic Fae couldn’t help but whimper lightly at the small movement. “Ahhh Morgan… well, I suppose you’re not my Morgan are you? I would have gladly buried the hatchet with you, and yet…”

SMACK!

“Ffffffhhhhhhhh…” Morgan let out a breathless moan as a red handprint began to shine from her bubbly rear.

“You had the gall to claim Ritsuka as your husband. Even then I saw fit to negotiate with you. And yet when I came to see Master, I found your fraudulent knights standing guard in front of the door!” There wasn’t any malice in her words, rather a sense of bafflement at the sheer amount of ego Morgan had displayed. Artoria pressed herself against Morgan’s back, her bunny-suit clad breasts pushing against bare skin, the strap burying itself once again into her anal walls. The Berserker could feel her stomach pressing against the chilled glass as the false phallus caused her middle to bulge subtly, the sensation causing her to shiver intensely. From pleasure or temperature she wasn’t in a proper state to say. “See this as a lesson, that this manifestation will not be a repeat of our past. And for your knights…”

Behind the royal duo, the Tam Lin and the Proper Human History Knights of the Round were in similar situations, although it seemed that casino bunny’s retainers were more motivated by a good time than revenge. Mash was clad in the dangerous beast outfit she kept for special occasions with Melusine in her lap. The Shielder’s arms were wrapped around the Lancer’s body as she ground her hips subtly, pressing the smaller woman into her full chest. It would be easy for the Tam Lin to simply stand and leave, after all Mash had let her keep her clothes.

“Let me go…!” The white haired dragonkin whined, twisting in place lightly before her eyes crossed from a small peak overtaking her.

Mash simply giggled. “You can go at any time, Melu! But until you do I’m going to keep enjoying these cute noises you make~”

The pink haired kohai wasn’t lying. Melusine was free to leave whenever she wanted… but that meant taking out the massive, bright red knot at the base of Mash’s strap that was currently splitting her in half! Even with her incredible toughness she couldn’t lift up more than a few inches before she was totally overwhelmed by that flesh-like knot and accidentally fell straight back down!

Meanwhile, Mordred had simply pinned Barghest to the desk. The red and white dildo attached to her hips was the opposite of Artoria’s: Long, thin, and covered in small spikes that raked the muscular Saber’s inside with every rapid movement of the Treacherous Knight’s hips.

“This is Father’s turf, mega-tits!” Mordred exclaimed with a mix of pride and her own form of glee as she fondled Barghest’s tits mercilessly. The Tam Lin’s powerful thighs were wrapped around her torso and waist, but the Hound couldn’t muster any sort of strength in her limbs. Instead she simply howled, wondering in what little part of her that wasn’t currently cumming or preparing to cum again why she had expected the delinquent blonde to be all talk.

Lastly there was Gareth, who had pushed Baobhan Sith onto the couch on her hands and knees.

“You little bastard! Dirty canine errand runner! I-I can’t believe I thought you’d lose your nerve but clearly you’ve got a filth pile for a brain!”

“Oh did you cum again? I think I’m figuring out where it feels best for you now!”

The short, optimistic knight had brought the largest strap out of the four of them. Like Artoria’s it lacked any spikes or knots, but made up for it by being a massive, stomach distorting cunt-stretcher that threatened to split Baobhan’s poor pussy in half. If Gareth had shoved in both her arms instead of the oversized sextoy she would have felt less of a stretch! And to Sith, the worst part was the way she kept making corny ass comments like “I hope you’re having fun!” and “Wow, look how wet is now! You really enjoyed that, didn’t you?” And since she has Baobhan’s arms in her hands, the beautiful, fair daughter of Morgan simply didn’t have a choice but to swing her hips back in time with every single thrust. There was no way she’d ever do that for some overly excited girl and her ridiculous strap on! Her perfect ass was for teasing losers with, not being pounded raw by adorable knights and their stallion sized straps!

“Wow, you’re really going at it! I barely need to move-”

“SHUT UP!!!”

Artoria looked back at Morgan with a smug smile on her lips. “I believe they’re aware of their place now. Are you?”

The naked Queen’s face was still pressed against the glass, but through labored breaths she managed to speak:

“Do as you will.”

“I fully intend to.”

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From R4d6: Ritsuka, what is the highest number of babies you ever stuffed in a girl's womb in one breeding, and who's the (un)lucky mother?

Contains brief mentions of hyper cock and balls, mention of hyper pregnancies, cumflation, blowjobs, and aged up characters. Chloe, Illya, and Miyu are all adults in this!

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“Well… I guess it depends on how you count a single breeding!” Ritsuka answered happily, glad for any reason to not work on her mountain of paperwork. Her desk and the area surrounding it was stacked high with unfinished battle summaries, material allocation reports, and weekly impregnation updates dating back months. The only actually visible part of her work area was underneath her desk. A lightly pregnant Britomart and Lakshmi Bai sat in the small space, dutifully cleaning the Master’s heaving, yoga ball sized testicles, stuffed full of her potent breed-brew with. The two were her best sack polishers, both possessing a mix of high work ethic and nut-obsessed perversion that made them unparalleled in keeping the gigantic surface clean.

“Chloe’s held the record for most pregnancies in a single round for years now. When she heard Illya was kidnapped the first thing she did was throw me to the ground and pump herself full of my mana to go save her! Though I think the enormous cum belly she got slowed her down more than anything.” She fished around in her reports and produced a photo of the tanned Archer smiling seductively, her arm around Illya and holding a positive pregnancy test. The more traditional magical girl was blushing fiercely, probably because her knocked up counterpart was still her in most ways. Despite Chloe having been “born” when Illya was a child they had grown up to share the exact same height and measurements. It was like she was the one getting pregnant…!

“Ten buns in the oven in just one quickie!” Ritsuka produced a second photo of a now clearly pregnant Chloe getting an ultrasound. She winked at the camera while next to her Miyu gave a small smile. Behind them, Illya was redder than her Master’s hair. “I was a little backed up after all that running around with Illya before though. Maybe she had an unfair advantage.”

She quickly scratched a few words onto the document page and placed paper inside her pitifully empty out box alongside the photos. Seemingly satisfied with her work, the Last Master leaned back into her chair and allowed Britomart to begin sucking her tip. “Ooo, just like that. You’ll be a true Tam Lin in no time with this technique~”

“Now, most pregnancies in a single breeding session? Galatea. I thought that since King Pygmalion carved her, he couldn’t have given her a womb, so she couldn’t have kids. He was an excellent sculptor, but not even he could chisel organs inside marble! So I pulled out all the stops. I asked Ishtar to use her Goddess Authority, I had Circe and Medea create fertility potions, I asked Nightingale to provide her with pills, everything I could think of. Maybe with enough baby-magic we would get around the problem.” Ritsuka rubbed the back of her head, but from the way Britomart began to cough and choke on the shaft in her throat it seemed she was more aroused than embarrassed. Lakshimi Bai murmured something in Hindi under her breath as her Master’s churning breed-tar gurgled audibly inside her heavy nuts.

“Well… it turns out Aphrodite had thought of that when she gave her life. Galatea already had a uterus. And a kid. I kind of forgot about that part of her myth, ahaha. When it was finally her turn for a full-day breeding session her ovaries were ready to pump out as many eggs as they could fit into her womb. Scion practically broke into my room when we finished up since the sheer amount threatened to overtax Chaldea’s magic reserves. We had to track down Aphrodite again to stabilize her Spirit Origin- but that’s another story. 371 children total, a record which we have been banned from ever attempting to break, no matter how badly Jeanne Alter wants to prove it’s not that much.”

Another loud gurgle, followed by another round of lewd coughing. The Saber patted her companion encouragingly without stopping her own ball polishing. Ritsuka had gotten herself too horny to work, again, which meant her paperwork pile would be left to grow another day. Eventually someone would realize that making someone with such an intense breeding fetish file reports about all the times she had pumped a few kids into her Servants was asking for trouble.

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From me: I know we’ve been encouraging all of the Valkyries to embrace their minor differences and act as individuals when they can. Can you explain how that has anything to do with Hildr and Rún having tits bigger than their torsos?

Contains mentioned breast expansion, hyper breasts, and penetration-free orgasms.

Five Valkyries all looked directly at Hildr expectantly. Rather than shrink under the intense gazes of her sisters, she smiled brightly, completely unbothered. “Aren’t they great? I’ve got the best chest in Chaldea now! Even sister Brynhilder looks flat compared to my huge hangers!”

The overgrown divinity was sitting on a couch meant for four, but her massive expanse of soft, unblemished breast flesh spilled out of her lap and into the surrounding space, leaving the rest of them standing. Rather than her swimsuit or typical Valkyrie garb she had stripped completely naked, leaving face sized areolas the same shade as her hair and nipples the size of drink cans bare. Meanwhile, Rún was behind the rest of them as her own wobbly milk-meat now dominated five feet directly in front of her. What remained of her swimsuit was mostly hidden behind her newly grown tit-shelf, capped with heart shaped pasties clearly stolen from Suzuka Gozen’s supply.

“Hildr, how do you expect to fight like this? All of our combat data is built around not having a second body weight in mammary flesh.” Irs spoke up with badly concealed annoyance. Hildr’s joyful expression didn’t falter for an instant.

“We’ll think of something.” She answered dismissively. “Actually, we should sync up right now! If you all could feel how good having tits this big was you’d want them too! Enf~” She sunk a hand into the sea of squish attached to her, or perhaps that she was attached to and let out a happy moan.

Rún took an indignant step forward.

“You might enjoy it but- W-woah!”

…And fell forward, not used to her body’s new weight, pinning Ortlinde and Rindr underneath several dozen kilograms of jiggling Valk-cow-rie softness. Just like Hildr she let out an undignified moan of satisfaction. “Oooooaaaaaahhh, hhhehehhhh….”

As Thrúd moved to free her sisters from a blissful death suffocating under Rún’s breasts, Irs turned back to Hildr.

“I seem to have gotten ahead of myself. What made you think this,” she flicked Hildr’s nipple, causing her to gasp loudly as a sting of pleasure struck her brain like Thor’s hammer, “was a good idea, and what did you use to do it?”

“I’ll tell you, but can please flick the other one?”

Irs crossed her arms. Behind her, Rún let out a pleased yelp as Rindr pushed both her hands into the warm fleshy prison that had enveloped her.

“Fine.” Hildr jerked her leg up, causing waves in the couch-filler to appear and reverberate up and down the enormous expanse. “Uuuuough, that’s goood…”

“Haaa… anyways, sister Brynhildr has always been the biggest of the Valkyries. Father Odin made her special, so I was only a little jealous. Since the rest of us were equal it didn’t matter! But then summer came around. Thrúd was clearly starting to outgrow our swimsuit, so I figured if she could break uniformity, I could too! All it took was a few primordial runes applied by Mistress Scathach and now look at me!” She attempted to reach the ends of her rank EX udders only to find she couldn’t even reach halfway down the perky mountains anymore. The realization made her giggle.

“And Rún?”

“We share a Spirit Origin, so she got the same boost I did~”

“…Thrúd?” Irs called, not taking her eyes off Hildr’s gleeful expression.

The Valkyrie in question stopped trying to lift her sister, causing her weight to crash back down onto her mountain-sized milk makers and orgasm on the spot. “Yes?”

“Did you increase your bust size?”

“I- yes… It was only a few centimeters! In all the dating sims we played, the one with the biggest breasts was always my favorite, so I wanted to upgrade myself to be more like them!”

“That means Rindr grew too and didn’t say anything…” Irs uncrossed her arms with a sigh. “Are you all secretly mega/tit obsessed degenerates?”

Ortlinde and Rindr stopped pawing at Rún’s body-crushing knockers. The green haired Valkyrie didn’t react, presumably because she was already blushing and rubbing her thighs together from her prisoner’s escape attempts.

“I’ve spent this whole time thinking it was just me.” A small smile spread on Irs’ lips. “Everyone, let’s report to Scathach’s quarters immediately! But we’re still shrinking you two, you need to be able to fight.”

None of them intended on following that order. It would take Skadi’s direct instruction to get them to accept a single centimeter smaller, and it was possible the Goddess would enjoy it as much as they did…

Notes:

Tacked on of my own on there as I didn’t think it deserved its own fic but didn’t have a better place for it. I’ve had the mental images of ultra-stacked Hildr and Rún in my head for months now.

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Chapter 41: Massive Monk Milkers (Circe and Sanzang)

Summary:

Written as a (late) birthday gift to ShadyManBooRadly. Circe and Sanzang. Contains breast expansion, lactation, and a lot of breast play.

Notes:

Wanted to have this out on time, but unfortunately I’m still a few hours late.

Most Casters in Chaldea kept to their own workshops for magic. It was a matter of both pride and practicality. The golem creation spells practiced by Avicebron and the Age of the Gods magecraft used by Gilgamesh had a tendency to interfere with each other, in addition to neither being particularly keen on the other seeing their tricks. Some, like Shakespeare, Anderson, and Murasaki, could find common ground and share a space when practicing their craft, but they remained in the library away from the others just the same.

But for every rule, there is an exception. One that everyone was willing to overlook due to her bright personality and total lack of any actual magecraft knowledge.

“Uhhh… where am I?” Sanzang asked aloud to the empty white hallway, confusion on her cute face. “This is the way to the simulator, right? Or was I supposed to go through the cafeteria first?”

The monk spun around a few times as if rotating would somehow fix her navigational skills. All it succeeded in doing was getting her even more disoriented in the blank hall and causing her chest to start bouncing obscenely in her small top. Several times they came close to coming free of the small cups the devout woman had stuffed them in, baring her top-tier tits for any lucky onlooker who wandered by, but in a series of minor miracles they stayed in their white and gold prisons.

“Hmm. In times like these it’s best left to the Buddha’s guidance. I’ll just open the first door I see and ask who’s inside for help!”

With that she turned a corner and walked inside a small door tucked at the end of another hall. Inside the standard Chaldea white room there was a series of Artoria figures sharing shelves with model kits, an empty cauldron in the center of the room, a few crates of assorted supplies, and a filing cabinet stuffed overflowing with pictures. A closer look would reveal every single one was taken of a Servant with their curves turned up to 11: Nightingale, stoic as ever, standing in shredded tights destroyed by an ass larger than her infirmary bed; Nitocris in a bunny suit that should have been comically oversized on her, now with breast flesh spilling over the outmatched fetish wear leaving areolas exposed; Musashi flashing a peace sign with fresh tan lines and an hourglass figure that should have made sword fighting impossible, smothering Tomoe Gozen under her oversized ass-shelf while holding Oskabehime in an inescapable tit prison. And those were only the few photos that had fallen out of the cabinet!

Sanzang wasn’t paying attention to the pornographic treasure trove though, instead looking at a small vial of blue liquid on a shelf next to a lingerie Lancer Artoria figure. “Oh, an energy drink! Even a tiny one will help with training.”

Without a moment’s hesitation the Caster drank the whole thing in two gulps. The moment the second swallow hit her stomach the door opened once again.

“Whoever broke in here, I hope you’re prepared to make a cute little piglet for the next 500- Sanzang?” Circe, the winged witch of the isle, stepped into the room. At the sight of the busty buddhist she loosened the angry grip on her staff. “I thought I tuned the alarm spell to ignore you after last time.”

“Circe! Could you point me towards the-”

SLOOOOSSSSH

As Sanzang turned to face the short Servant the sound of liquid rolling around filled the room, drowning the rest of her sentence underneath the noise. Now that the other Caster was facing her, Circe could tell at a glance that her heaving holy hangers were bigger than they had been before. There were only two people in Chaldea who had the measurements for every female servant memorized: Miss Crane and the isle witch herself. It was for the same reason, though Crane had an excuse for asking while Circe had to get hands on for her knowledge.

“…You drank the vial I left out.” Circe stepped forward to get a closer view of Sanzang’s steadily swelling grope-bait. Her already tiny bikini top was now pressing into the growing masses, the straps pressing deeper and deeper into her soft skin as they continued to swell at an increasing pace.

“Er, yeah.” She couldn’t tell a lie if she tried. Not that there was any denying it as the material of her tiny swimsuit was now audible protesting against her surging vow-breaking cow tits.

Circe sighed. “No way Master’s gonna believe I didn’t trick you into this… Oh well! Better to enjoy it while I’m here then~”

S-S-SNAP

At that moment the poor straps gave out, sending the monk melons jiggling as they were freed from their prison. Small streams of milkshake thick liquid began to pour out of Sanzang’s bright pink, fully erected nipples, which steadily grew longer and thicker in time with her breasts. The already heavy handfillers had swollen beyond Passionlip’s record holding head-smotherers and showed no signs of stopping, filling the space in front while maintaining a perfect perkiness.

The growing sea of jiggling flesh invited Circe’s nimble fingers to squeeze and kneed to her greedy heart's content. The pink-haired Caster quickly pressed her hands into Sanzang’s right tit, causing the other woman to moan as the stream of milk turned into a rushing river that splashed against the floor. Each of her digits sunk into the soft surface as it grew larger around her, drowning her limbs in a buffet of milky monk meat.

“Mmmmnnn, C-Circe, I can’t do this…!” Sanzang protested weakly. Behind the shelf of her own swelling chest she was rubbing her thighs together, the feeling of the witch’s greedy squeezes and pushes into flipping switches she never knew she had. “Wordly pleasure like this- ghhnnn!!!”

Circe pinched her nipple, and Sanzang instantly hit a small peak just from the quick motion. “Hehe, it’s fine! You’re not able to fight at all with these udders, and you’ll turn any breast loving man or woman into a rampaging fiend if you flash them around! I’ll need to drain you back to normal myself so you don’t turn into a walking temptation for everyone else in Chaldea~”

“Oh. Of course!” Sanzang’s cheer returned the moment she had an excuse to latch onto. “If it’s to keep everyone on the right path then I’ll do anything I need to, even this!”

Now with express permission, Circe switched to lifting and squeezing both massive spheres at once, which were somehow still growing. Now the duo of fat buddhist breasts were bigger than some of the shorter Servants on their own! Soon they’d even eclipse Circe herself in sheer size- this was her best batch yet~

Grabbing Sanzang by her leaking nipples she guided her growing cow Caster to the cauldron and positioned one of her fat, finger thick nipples to leak into it. She took the other breasts with both hands and shoved the white-leaking tip into her mouth before biting lightly, causing a wave of milk to erupt forth like an uncorked bottle. Circe gulped down the thick monk milkshake as fast as she could, squeezing and pulling whenever she felt like the flow was slowing down. Sanzang groaned loudly each time, throwing her head back and causing her hat to fall off behind her into a small puddle of wasted milk.

Finally the growth stopped, each breast now definitely outsizing Circe with ease. Twin dairy jugs, filled to the absolute brim and just waiting to be squeezed dry~! The delighted witch popped off Sanzang's nipple and snuck underneath the gigantic overhang made by the now cavernous cleavage.

“Just try to keep standing as long as you can. I want to test out brand new ways of draining now that I’ve got some as huge as you.”

“I will!” Sanzang happily replied before instantly rubbing her thighs together once more with a muffled moan. Circe had reached up and grabbed the sensitive udder and lifted it to join its twin pointing towards the cauldron, the rough squeezing and movement sending shocks through Sanzang’s unprepared mind and waves through the entire mass of her tit! “Mmmmmffffhhhh!!!”

SLOSH, SLOSH, SSSLOOOOSSSSSH

As the shorty witch hefted the several dozen kilogram mass over the deafening sound of sloshing liquid came from above her. Just how much had her little experimental vial stuffed inside these devoted tit-tankards?

Only one way to know~

Slipping out from the darkness cast by Sanzang’s king-sized bed of breasts, Circe perched herself up on the ridge of the cauldron. “Geez Sanzang, I’ve been growing girls ever since I was summoned but this is the biggest set of sloshers I’ve seen on someone~ You were big to start with, but now you’re an oversized, hallway blocking titwall!”

“I guess that’s good?” Sanzang sounded unconvinced again. “I’m glad you’re happy about it though!”

“Oh I am~”

Done feasting her eyes on Sanzang’s soft cleavage, Circe grabbed both nipples in her hands and pulled. Jets of dense dairy came forth as the monk bit her lip, coating the witch’s hands and filling the bottom of the container. As soon as the flow died down Circe set to work with a steady rhythm, tugging one nipple and then the other with long, full squeezes like she was milking an actual cow rather than a Heroic Spirit. Sanzang’s eyes fluttered as she whimpered and groaned under Circe’s experienced techniques. She wasn’t used to any sexual pleasure at all, and now this cute little Caster was tugging away at her ultra-sensitive record-breakers!

SPLURTTTT, SPLURTTT, SPLURTTT, SPLURTTTTTT

“Ghhhhnnnn! Mmmm, haaaahhh…! This feels way too good…!”

Sanzang’s breasts were starting to shrink as liters were pulled the milky expansive that was now her chest, but with how absurd they’d grown it would take a while before they got close to her original size. Seeing a chance to speed things up a bit while the extra-stacked devotee was cumming her inexperienced mind away, Circe jumped off the ridge and onto one of the supple hangers, wrapping around it as best she could.

“Remember, keep standing!” Once she had secured herself, she shoved her face into the warm, milky surface, practically suffocating herself in it.

“I will, haaaaahgh! Why do you even, hn, want my milk anyways?”

“Servant breast milk is an important magical reagent for me and Medea’s potions!” Circe lied without missing a beat. “A supply like this will keep my lactation kink- lactation requirement satisfied for another few weeks on its own~ Your gigantic milky boobs are the best!”

“That’s, fffffgh good!” Sanzang smiled, though the blush on her face was now bright pink. Perhaps unconsciously she’d started messaging the one not getting full-body groped by the curve-growing pervert ‘assisting’ her draining, unable to help herself anymore. At this point her legs were covered in her own juices, if her bikini bottoms weren’t magical they’d be completely ruined by her own arousal.

SLOSHHHH, SPLURRRTTT! SLOOOOSH, SPLLLLLURRRTTTTTTT!

Circe switched from breast to breast, using her entire body to squeeze each one until finally they’d shrunk from witch crushing weights to merely enormous, bra busting torso-hiders. By now the cauldron was filled almost to the brim with frothy white liquid, and Circe wanted some more straight from the source.

“Mmmm, you’re delicious Sanzang! Maybe you should try some yourself?” Circe proposed as she bit into the slightly smaller nipple again. The wave of milk proved no less enormous, nor any less perfect for the tit-witch’s tastes~

Sluurrrrp! Suck, suck, shluuurp!

The nibble caused Sanzang to hit another peak- though it was more accurate to say she’d been in a state of mild orgasm ever since Circe had turned her breasts into body pillows. When she recovered she half moaned, “Are you sure that won’t cause it to get any, ghhh, worse?”

“Yep!” Circe assured her without a clue. She grabbed onto the other leaky nipple and offered it up to the blushing monk, who hesitantly slipped her own stream of milk into her mouth… and instantly began sucking away at it just like her fellow.

“Tastes great, doesn’t it?” Circe grinned as Sanzang gulped down her own milk from a triple breast the size of her head and returned to suckling the other, kneading and squeezing any part of the smooth, perfect skin all the while.

Shluurrp, shlurrp, suuck, slurrrp…

After what was probably an hour of brutal, unrelenting udder draining Sanzang’s bust returned to its usual enormous, eye-catching size rather than gargantuan milk oceans Circe’s little blue potion had turned them into. Not that it stopped the witch from playing with them until Sanzang gently pushed her off.

“Phew! I’m back to my normal size!” Sanzang weighed her breasts while the winged witch stared openly. “Thanks for helping out, Circe. Now, what was I doing here again…?”

“Uhhh… you started turning into a tit blimp before you told me.”

“Hmm… well I guess I'll figure it out!” Sanzang hardly seemed worried, though her legs were still soaked and shaking and her entire front side was still dripping with milk. She picked up her snapped top and put it back on, the straps magically repairing like they’d never snapped under the pressure of udders at all.

As she left Circe examined the cauldronful of thick white gold she had been left with. This was by far the best potion she’d ever brewed. Even Musashi hadn’t gotten this huge during that summer in Las Vegas when she was on run of potent growth potions. Though this particular batch she had intended on disposing of.

“If Medea’s right, the effects aren’t going to be a one time thing. She’ll keep filling up with milk every once and a while for the rest of this manifestation… maybe.” Circe mused, cleaning the vial and placing it back on the shelf. Medea wasn’t always right, but her niece wasn’t exactly a fraud either. “It gives me a chance to get the pictures I missed~”

Notes:

Two breast-growth prompts in a row. Suppose I’m in a mood.

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Series this work belongs to:

• Part 2 of Fate Works