One of the more overlooked benefits to summoning a Heroic Spirit is gaining access to items, relics and techniques from an era with Magecraft that trivializes the Thaumaturgy of most of the Modern Era's top Mages.  While more modern, or even future in a few cases, Servants wield impressive equipment and mastered complicated skills, it's those from closer to the Age of Gods that carry some of the most coveted Noble Phantasms in the history of mankind.  But what of their regular equipment?  The dragon teeth carried by Medea to summon her skeletal warriors, or the Runes employed by Cú Chulainn?  While not truly Noble Phantasms in their own right, even things viewed as mundane by their wielder would be considered treasures to a Magus in the Modern Era that shared a field of study with it.  Such items are beyond the Thaumaturgy of today's Magecraft, and should not be used thoughtlessly.

Renowned for his unmatched swordsmanship in history, in Chaldea the female version of one of Japan's greatest swordsmen had become notorious for a different reason.  For much the same reason all the young female Servants avoided Blackbeard, Miyamoto Musashi was a menace that all the handsome young male Servants had to tread carefully around.  Normally she wasn't as... 'Blackbeard' as Blackbeard, but she had the potential to be just as perverse if left alone.  So, for the version of Gilgamesh that was summoned from his childhood, being cornered by her in one of the corridors of Chaldea was already a tense situation.  "With everything you've hoarded away, I'm sure you can spare one little Potion of Youth.  Please!"  She asked while blocking off his escape routes with she arms.

"No way.  Why should I?"  He refused, trying to end the interaction as quickly as possible.  Rather than looking for him in particular, she merely wanted one of his treasures so he was safe... for the time being.  "I don't think we need another child Servant around here."

"No, it's not for me.  I want to use it on Master.  Chaldea certainly isn't lacking in cute boys to admire, but when I thought about what Master would have looked like in his youth..."  Giggling lewdly with a slight blush to her cheeks, she wiped a bit of drool from the corner of her mouth.  "I just wanna hold and spoil him.  So, c'mon.  Please?"

"Even if it were for a good reason, 'I' am not one to lend out my treasures to just anyone."  Sighing, Kid Gil was disappointed in the ridiculous request.  Besides, the Potion of Youth wasn't a temporary thing, how did she expect Master to fulfill his duties if anything came up in the near future?  Servants are one thing, but sending a human child into a Singularity would just be cruel!

"Even though you gave one to that Avenger maiden once?"  She asked accusingly.

Kid Gil couldn't come up with a rebuttal for that.  It was true that he had given one of items from his Gate of Babylon to Jeanne d'Arc's Alter a couple years ago and his older selves still chastise him for it.  But it wasn't all bad, after all Master got a new Lancer-class Servant out of the whole ordeal.

"Though, if you don't want to... maybe I'll just 'spoil' you instead."  She added, now focusing her attention on him as the 'cute boy' in front of her as she lifted his gaze to meet hers.  Licking her lips, she smiled seductively at the golden haired youth.

"Fine..."  Pulling away from the perverse swordswoman, Kid Gil opened a portal to his treasury and rummaged around in it for a bit before pulling out a ornate glass vial with a translucent violet liquid in it.

Quickly grabbing her prize, Musashi hugged Kid Gil, burying his face in her breasts, giggling happily.  "Aw, thanks cutie Gil!"  She said, releasing him and quickly running off towards the cafeteria.  "I wonder how cute he'll be!"

Fixing his hair and straightening his clothes, Kid Gil sighed as the Shota-loving swordswoman disappeared around the bend of the hallway.  "Alter wanted an invisibility potion though, and I 'messed' up that time too."  He said to himself, smirking.

"... and that's what happened."  The dark-haired beauty known as Leonardo Da Vinci finished, recapping to the dark skinned Caster in front of her the events that led to her being called to the Command Room.

"I see..."  The voluptuous storyteller said uncertainly, nodding her head as her gaze wandered from the Acting-Director to the white-haired Saber sitting in seiza behind her looking very uncomfortable and apologetic, to the three inch tall boy standing atop Da Vinci's outstretched hand.  "And you wish for me to take care of Master until the effects of the potion wear off?  If I may ask, why me in particular?  Surely there are others more suited for such an important and delicate task."

"Well, I did consider others first, like Mash, but she's still unable to manifest her Demi-Servant abilities."  Da Vinci admitted.  "And well... Servant's like Raikou, Kiyohime or Serenity will dote on him, but are likely to cross a few lines in the process.  Others, like Shuten-Douji, Kiara or BB are unlikely to lose track of him... but I'd rather not give them access to Fujimaru-kun in such a vulnerable state unsupervised.  The vast majority of the remaining Servants are either unqualified to be responsible for such a delicate responsibility, or are too easily distracted with their own interests.  You, however, are mindful of others and your surrounding and your extra cautious nature make you the perfect candidate for looking after him for the time being."

Listening to the explanation, the Persian Heroic Spirit couldn't think of many other Servants that would be able to keep their shared Master safe and comfortable like she could.  Most had other responsibilities, like Boudica being part of the kitchen staff, while she was allowed to remain in her room while on stand-by.  However, was there nothing to be done about the potion itself?  "Could you not ask Medea to cancel the effects with her Noble Phantasm?  As I recall, it can negate all manners of enchantments, can it not?"

"A logical conclusion to come to.  I did myself, naturally, and sought her aid immediately, but the problem isn't that Rule Breaker can't break the magical effect on him, it's that it will negate all the magical effects and contracts on him."  Da Vinci clarified, obviously annoyed by the precarious situation they found themselves in.  "And unlike the Fuyuki Holy Grail War system Chaldea's FATE system is based off, there's a non-zero percent chance it would, at worst, send every Servant Fujimaru-kun summoned back to the Throne of Heroes.  We do not have the resources to resummon and ascend everyone again, so waiting is the safer option.  She was happy to make a doll-sized outfit for him though.  And before you ask, since the shrinking potion is supposed to be consumed willingly, it is a buff, not a debuff.  So not even Circe or Martha's skills can get rid of it, and none of the Servant's in Chaldea see Fujimaru-kun as an enemy, so we can't rely on buff removal either...  Quite the unique debacle we find ourselves in."

"He does look quite handsome in that toga."  She thought, admiring the simple white cloth wrap draped over the young Magus' shoulder.

"So, will you do it Scheherazade?  You're the only one I can think of leaving Fujimaru-kun with and not worry about.  Loathe as I am to admit it, even I'd likely lose track of him in my workshop.  Besides, this isn't just a request from me, Fujimaru-kun himself nominated you first once the idea of having a Servant take care of him was proposed."  Da Vinci asked again, if she refused then the next best options would be either Kato Danzo or Mochizuki Chiyome but even they had their own issues.

"Ara, is that so?  Well if it is a request from Master himself, how could I possibly refuse."  The thanatophobic Servant said, blushing with a smile of self-satisfaction.  Out of the roughly 170 Servants residing in Chaldea, her Master chose her to be his caretaker.  She was honored and proud, holding out her hand for him to climb on.  He was so small and light, she could barely register that she now literally had him in the palm of her hand, yet she also intrinsically felt the weight of trust and responsibility she had been given.  Turning to leave, she cradled him with both hands.  "Come then, Master.  My room is definitely much safer than here."

"Hold on a moment, take this with you."  Da Vinci stopped her before she could leave, holding out one of the Holy Grails that they had collected from the various Singularities they've corrected but had yet to use.  "Please, do everything in your power to keep him safe.  He is Chaldea's only available Master after all."  She requested, smiling brightly to her fellow Caster-class Servant.  "Also, this should go without saying, but only key Servants and staff know about the situation.  Try not to tell anyone else about Fujimaru-kun's condition, okay?"

Taking the mostly depleted, but still potent magical vessel from the Acting-Director, Scheherazade stored it in her body and nodded.  Even if they came with the best intentions, it was for the best to not worry the other Servants just yet.  Bringing Ritsuka up to her shoulder, she pulled some of her silky black hair aside.  "Master, please hide for now."  He nodded and carefully climbed onto the golden ornament on her neck and shoulders, and she internally giggled at how adorable he looked doing so.  However, from under his toga she caught a glimpse of a scar peeking out stretching towards his right shoulder.  She remembered that injury well.

June 21, 2019

Despite the discovery of a new Pseudo-Singularity, Chaldea's 48th Master had not immediately Rayshifted to it like he normally would have.  Being notified that new, unidentified Heroic Spirits were more likely to be summoned for a brief time, Fujimaru Ritsuka had succeeded in summoning all three new Servants, beautiful women who each were keeping their True Names hidden for personal reasons as the Servants from Shinjuku did.

Before Rayshifting, he wanted to get to know each of the new Servant's strengths, weaknesses and wants.  Berserker of El Dorado and Assassin of the Nightless City both proved themselves to be valuable additions to Chaldea's battle force.  Scheherazade, under the alias of 'Caster of the Nightless City', also performed well in combat, but her reluctance to be put on the battlefield had Fujimaru switch her to the backline instead.  It was the first of many kindnesses her young Master afforded her.

"So you were a storyteller?  No wonder you seem so terrified of a battlefield."  Ritsuka commented, smiling kindly at her after giving orders to the frontline.  "Or rather, your battlefield was in the hearts and minds of your audience using your words and imagination, not scorched and blasted terrain using weapons and magic."

Nodding meekly, she felt slightly ashamed.  After all, a Master is still only human, and with her enhanced parameters to meet the baseline Servant qualifications she was many times stronger and faster than him.  Yet he stood beside his Servants, commanding them from the battlefield, while she cowered as far back as she could.  "Yes... I do not wish to die.  And while I am relieved to see that you do not thoughtlessly exploit your Servants, do you truly mean to allow me to remain in Chaldea without calling on me to fight?  Nothing would make me happier if it were true, but..."

"Of course!  There is more to Chaldea than just fighting our enemies.  You've already been summoned, so Da Vanci-chan won't send you away unless you threaten Chaldea's opertations."  He reassured her, giving her a thumbs-up.  "Since I can only support so many Servants in the field at a time, there are plenty of them who I haven't been able to call on for quite a while."

Breathing a sigh of relief, she was convinced that, at the very least, her young Master would keep her safe, Scheherazade relaxed a bit and genuinely smiled at him for the first time.  "... I see.  Then I shall be in our care, Mast-"  Cut off as the shockwave of a powerful Noble Phantasm shook the area, her footing became unstable and she fell flat on her ample rear.

"Ah!  Heads up Master!  I kinda over did it a bit!"  The boisterous tomboy Saber of Red called back as the fall out of her attack had spread just a bit too far back and debris reached back to where the backline was standing.

Looking up, Scheherazade saw bits of dirt and rocks coming to rain down on them, but a particularly large and intact log caught her attention.  It was flying straight at her!  While a normal Servant could have easily dodged it, she was paralyzed from the fear of impending death it promised.  Wincing and closing her eyes, she waited for the pain, waited for her body to cease functioning.  She had been told that Servants bound to the FATE system merely return to Chaldea rather than the Throne of Heroes, but that was of little comfort to her.  If anything, Chaldea's summoning system was far more terrifying to the Persian storyteller than a normal summoning, as it could potentially force her to experience death multiple times per Contract, not just once.  However, when she felt something knock her flat on her back, it was much softer and heavier than the imposing log that she had seen before.  It rested on top of her heavily as she opened her eyes to see the compassionate Magus over her.  "Master?!"  She was surprised and embarrassed, reaching up to push him off of her when she felt something warm and wet on his right shoulder.  Looking at her hand, it was covered in blood and he was breathing heavily, his face contorted in pain.  "Master!"

Present

Thanks to the many Servants with medical knowledge and magecraft, as well as the advanced medical technology Chaldea boasted, Ritsuka's life wasn't in any real danger... well except from the most terrifying nurse Scheherazade had ever encountered.  He did receive a pretty harsh scolding from Da Vinci though.  'It's the Servants duty to protect their Master, not the other way around!  Even if she was fatally injured, she'd come back to Chaldea.  You could have actually died had it hit you lower or in the head.  Why did you do that?'  It came from a place of concern, and Scheherazade couldn't argue or fault her for the stance.  In a practical sense, what he had done was foolish and ultimately unnecessary...

But the response he gave, she'd never forget.  'She's already died once, and that should be enough.'

Those words still resonated in her mind as he steadied himself on her shoulder and she carefully arranged her hair to hide him.  Leaving the Command Room, she carefully made her way towards her room.  "Master hasn't brought me to a battle once since then... well, not one I didn't ask to participate in."  Other than when she had Ritsuka and Mash take her to each main Singularity so she could experience the harrowing journey they traveled, she had not been called on even once since his injury.  While she still had to be wary of things like choking on her food or other mundane ways to die, she had to admit that there were far fewer things to worry about in Chaldea.  Every now and then she'd look after the younger Servants or read them stories to entertain them as a way to repay his kindness, but lately she had begun to feel like that wasn't enough.  "He does far too much for a Servant that is so reluctant to fight for him.  Truly a great King..."  Her heart tightened just thinking of watching him and whatever team of Heroic Spirits would follow him unflinchingly on any mission he'd request their help with.  Many of the female Servants clung to him just a bit too closely, but it wasn't any of them he nominated as his caretaker.  The thought alone had her heart fluttering and cheeks threatening to catch fire.  "Dying of heartbreak is one thing, but my heart may give out from happiness at this rate."  A novel thought, one of the few times she thought to joke about a possible way to die.  Her Master was always supporting her, now she finally had a chance to return the favor.  "Worry not, my gentle, kind King.  This shall be a tale of how the Servant, terrified of death, protected her Master from harm until the strange potion fed to him wears off."

The room Scheherazade was given had been drastically remodeled and furnished to accommodate her needs and concerns.  Incredibly soft cushions practically covered the floor from wall to wall, sheets of silk were draped over traditional Persian furniture.  Incense burners and heated oil basin filled the space with a relaxing, welcoming scent.  A Persian korsi sat in the middle of the room with a low sitting velvet chaise lounge on the far wall facing the rest of the room surrounded by a beautiful canopy of lace.  The lights were dimmed to simulate candle light illumination without the risk of anything catching fire, adding an air of mystery and allure.

"I assume you must be very hungry, Master."  Scheherazade said, entering her room and going over to a low hanging slip of silk that hung between her canopy and a braiser of sweet smelling oils.  Kneeling down, she laid him in the makeshift hammock the suspended material created.  "With everything you've been through this morning, you were probably forced to skip breakfast.  Even if a body can survive three weeks without food, starvation is a torturous way to die.  Please wait here while I go to the cafeteria.  I shouldn't be gone for too long."

Looking up from the strip of silk as the gentle Caster stood back up, Ristuka was captivated by the imposing, beautiful woman.  Musashi looked terrifyingly massive too when she first plucked him from his clothes after shrinking him, but at that time he didn't really have time to register just how big she looked from a low angle.  Since then he had been roughly chest level to everyone he interacted with, or higher, so while he was aware of how far away the ground looked while in someone's hand, he wasn't used to looking up so far.

He was just above her mid thigh, the leather straps of her scroll holsters sunk into her tender flesh enticingly.  Unlike most Servants, Scheherazade's body was fuller, having a higher fat to muscle ratio without making her overweight in the slightest.  While Heroic Spirits like Anne Bonny, Gorgon or Francis Drake shared very similar measurements with her, as warriors and fighters their bodies just didn't have the same springiness that hers did.  And this 'softer then it appears' description fit the rest of the exotic beauty's body as well.  He couldn't see her face for the well endowed breasts that seemed to be busting from the skimpy brassier of dark blue and gold, and the contours of her womanhood bulged out from the tightly fitting thong-like bottoms she wore.  There was a seductive luster to her darker skin, and the shadowy illumination only made her silhouette more alluring as the bands of gold showcased just how full her body was.  When she turned to leave, he was blessed with an unobscured view of her wide rear for a moment before the veil of her hair covered it, the gold and beaded threads of her bottoms disappear between her cheeks without a glimpse to be found as she walked.  This was the woman that was now responsible for his safety and well being.  A Persian queen with unrivaled beauty.

"I just wanted to spend some more time with her, since the most I see of her lately is when she comes to tell me a bedtime story to help me sleep..."  Trying to push the lecherous thoughts from his head as the door closed behind her, the low angle images of Scheherazade's feminine qualities wouldn't leave his mind.  The sway of her breasts, the jiggle of her butt.  "I know they're her cultural fashion, but her clothes are way too lewd!  Her shoulders are more covered than anything else.  Isn't that a little backwards?"  Chaldea wasn't exactly short on provocatively dressed Servants either, but some perpetually stuck in swimsuits were more covered than her.

Fidgeting in his silken hammock, unable to distract himself as the blood began to rush to his manhood, Ritsuka couldn't take being still any longer.  Thankfully he was close enough to the ground that jumping down wasn't an issue for him.  The multitude of cushions and pillows strewn about the floor reminded him of the fields of Olreans when he and Mash first Rayshifted to its Singularity.  Rolling hills of vibrant colors and bright patterns sprawled out before him and not wanting Scheherazade to come back and possibly notice a bulge sticking out from the waist of his toga he really didn't want to explain, he just started to wander to work off excess energy.

One of the problems with having some of the best chefs the Counter Force can conscript running the kitchen is how busy it is at normal dining hours.  What should have taken only a few minutes to get her usual meal of pitted fruit and 'hard to choke on' curry instead took almost an hour, as she had to wait in line to place her order but then had to hide from the embodiment of insatiable lust known as Fergus Mac Roich.  Thankfully her efforts to elude his gaze worked and since he, along with a few other particular Servants were banned from entering the wing her room was located in, she switched her focus back to her tiny Master awaiting her return.

"What kind of tale shall I tell Master to pass the time?"  Musing happily, Scheherazade thought over her repertoire of stories.  "Perhaps one featuring giants would be more appropriate, given the circumstances."  She entered her room and set her tray on the small table next to her chaise lounge before moving over to where she had left the young Mage.  "Master, would you like to eat now?"  She asked, peeking into the suspended piece of silk, not expecting it to be empty!  Panicking, the ebony woman looked around the room, first scanning the floor for any sign of the missing youth.  "Master?  Mas-!?"

*Knock, knock, knock*

Freezing in place hearing knuckle softly rap against her door, Scheherazade broke out into a cold sweat.  Her little visitors weren't supposed to come by for a few more hours yet and her meet up with Kiara and Minamoto no Raikou was just two nights ago.

"Hello?  Hello?  Is anyone in?"  A young, falsely confident voice called from the other side of the door.  It was the voice of a fellow Caster, the Pharaoh Nitocris.

While searching for Ritsuka was important, so too was ensuring those unaware of his circumstance did not find anything odd about her behavior, so Scheherazade went to answer the door.  "Please stay hidden like you were told, Master."  Praying that he would listen to Da Vinci's orders, she took a breath to calm herself and cautiously opened the door a crack as she normally would.  "Greeting Nitocris.  What brings you to my room this early in the morning?"

"Ah, good, you were in.  Good, good."  The tanned girl who could be mistaken as more hair than Servant affirmed, smiling proudly and nodding.  "You're even wearing that darker colored outfit today.  Very good, our color schemes still match."

"Hmm?  Oh, yes.  Well, Master used up so many precious resources to ascend my Saint Graph despite me not contributing to our combat force at all..."  She replied, smiling fondly at the more revealing, but honestly more comfortable outfit.  Paradoxically, there seemed to be less overall material to the unconfident Pharaoh's regalia, yet it seemed to cover more of the areas that mattered most.

Nodding solemnly, Nitocris smiled.  "Yes, showing the proper appreciation for another's hard work is important.  As for the reason for my visit this morning...  Well I was supposed to accompany Master, along with that occult researcher who manifested in her young body and that hooligan monk, to go collect Stakes from Salem today, but it seems that has been canceled for some pressing concerns.  Da Vinci assured us that Master is fine but for now we're all on standby.  So, as I had no other plans for the day, I was hopeful we could talk for a while, if you're not busy yourself that is.  It would be poor form for a Pharaoh to frivolously force others to break prior obligations after all."

Since she hadn't found the shrunken Ritsuka yet, Scheherazade was hesitant to invite the self-critical Pharaoh into her room, but at the same time she hadn't ever refused her before and didn't want to arouse suspicion.  Smiling gently, she nodded and opened the door fully.  "Some of the young ones will be coming over this afternoon."

"Oh, then I won't take too much of your time."  Nitocris said, entering the sweet smelling room.

Both bronze skinned Servant's went over to the korsi at the center of the room, with Scheherazade glancing about for any sign of her tiny Master as she retrieved her meal before sitting down herself.  "Master... while I don't believe you could be in any sort of danger within my room, none of my safety precautions were designed with three inch tall people in mind.  Please just stay hidden until Nitocris leaves.  Stay safe for now and I'll be sure to pamper you later."  She silently prayed.

However, unknown to the curvaceous storyteller, her Master was much closer than she thought.  Traversing the cushion and pillow covered terrain had succeeded in working off the lustful stress he had built up, but it also drained him of his stamina constantly having to correct his balance on the uneven, tilted, soft terrain.  In an effort to have more stable footing he made his way towards to what he rationalized as the Persian version of a kotatsu, as the form and functions of the two were nearly identical, but he ended up exhausted just before reaching a side he could climb and opted to rest on the cushion he collapsed on to regain his strength...  The exact same cushion that Scheherazade's mostly exposed, firm rear hovered over as she sat at the table with her guest.  And because she was distracted looking around the room for him, she neglected to check where she was sitting.

"Oh, cra-!"  Scrambling to get up as the round rear fell towards him, Ritsuka was unable to escape and was buried under his Servant's incredible soft backside.  The difference in scale between them made it impossible for him to move, let alone try to lift her, but thanks to the combination of the incredible elasticity of her flesh and the extra stuffing of the seat cushion, that was his only true concern.  Even with the full weight of someone over 20 times his size, because neither of the two things trapping him were rigid he felt no pain, just a pressure that spread across his entire body evenly.  And since he was facing away from her when she sat, he could breath through the cushion with little problem.  "Well... it could be worse.  I should probably wait until Nitocris leaves before trying to get Scheherazade's attention though."  He decided, since he wasn't in any real danger, nor was he in any inappropriate position in any true sense of the word.  Sure, he was under her butt, but it wasn't like he was molesting her or anything.  "I'm just lucky she's not as lean as someone like Nitocris or Helena, I might have been crushed flat."  He thought jokingly, as every time she shifted in her seat, more of her ample booty squished around him.  Her heat flowed into him, enveloping his body in a surprising calm as he breathed in the scent of the lingering incense that permeated the fabric below him and the natural, gentle odor of the body on top of him.

Try as she might to be respectful of the earnest Pharaoh she conversed with, Scheherazade was constantly thinking of her lost Master in the back of her mind, completely oblivious to the fact that he was under her the entire time.  Glancing at her nearly empty dishes, she hoped she had left enough for him to eat.

"... and then Pharaoh Iskandar laughed boisterously, dragging that tactician with the perpetually furrowed brows off.  Truly, I am unable to understand how a true Pharaoh thinks and acts.  Thankfully Master was able to summon one that I can learn so much."  Nitocris sighed, wrapping up her story.  "How about you?  Have you worked up enough courage to interact with any more Servants?"

"Not so much as I approached them, but the little ones have recently added a member to their troupe of troublemakers.  She seems like a well mannered girl, though the darkness inside her still makes me shiver."  She admitted, thinking back when she first saw the blonde haired girl's higher ascension forms.

"Oh, the children!  I should let you prepare for them."  The young Pharaoh realized, getting up in a slight panic.  "Normally it would be one's honor to be in the presence of a Pharaoh, but I thank you for making time to indulge me on such short notice."

In part relieved that her guest was leaving of her own accord, which would give her a bit of time to track down Ritsuka before the little ones showed up, Scheherazade got up and walked over to the door to see Nitocris off with a smile.  "As I mentioned at the end of that frightfully dangerous race we won two summers ago, I consider you to be a good King.  I do enjoy your company, Nitocris.  Though you are correct, I have some things to get in order before the girls get here."  And while true, in the back of her mind the main concern was finding their Master before he was discovered by someone else.

Unbeknownst to the shapely woman, the young man she was so concerned with finding was stuck, having been caught between her plump backside as she wiggled in her seat throughout her conversation with her guest, almost completely unseen from the rest of the world.  Ritsuka himself was still waiting for Nitocris to leave before getting Scheherazade attention, though with his current positioning he knew that there were a few embarrassing things he'd have to explain.

While something felt off about the strap of her bottoms, Scheherazade controlled herself to not fix them while seeing the beautiful Pharaoh off.  Once she closed the door behind her guest, she turned to face the rest of her room, prioritizing figuring out where her Master was.  "Master?  Master, where ar...!"  She whispered and subconsciously slipped a couple fingers between her butt cheeks to fix the irritation, but once she felt something more than her clothing, she paused.  She could feel her entire face flare up in blush as she broke out into a cold sweat, and tentatively looked back to see a pair of tiny arms sticking up from the crevice her clothing disappeared into.  "...you?"

"Ha, ha ha...  S-Sorry..."  He communicated through the telepathic connection they shared nervously.  "I can explain... maybe..."

Swiftly, but delicately, plucking the shrunken youth from her backside, Scheherazade set him down on the table in the center of the room and immediately dropped to the floor in a perfectly executed dogeza.  "Master, I cannot apologize enough.  Despite swearing to keep you safe... I... I..."  Mortified by her carelessness, it wasn't even the anger she had expected him to soon unleash upon her that had her anxious but the disappointment he must have felt towards her.  He trusted her to keep him safe while so vulnerable... and yet.

"No, no... It was my fault."  Ritsuka quickly attempted to explain, flustered.  "I shouldn't have wandered off like that, and didn't realize I was laying on your seat.  Please, you don't have anything to apologize for!"

"But I sat on you Mas-!  Ara ara... perhaps you are right, Master.  Ufufu."  Adamant to take responsibility, she raised her head so he could see how horrible she felt about trapping him under her backside for so long, but when she saw him standing on the edge of her korsi she noticed a rather auspicious bulge poking out from behind his toga.  Seeing just how favorably he apparently perceived their interaction, she couldn't help but find it amusing, endearing and somewhat arousing.  Not that she'd take advantage of him, but a little teasing couldn't hurt.  "You are a healthy young man after all, and I have noticed your gaze from time to time wander from my eyes when we talk."

Noticing the sudden change in her tone and expression, the young Master had a look of confusion on his face for a moment before looking down at his waist and erupting into the most adorable shade of crimson Scheherazade had ever seen him display as he quickly turned around and covered himself with his hands.  "Ah... n-no, it's not what you think.  Or well, it probably is... but I mean..."  Stumbling over his words, Ritsuka didn't notice the Persian storyteller creep up closer behind him.

Stifling a giggle as she approached, Scheherazade was enjoying his floundering as he tried to explain away what she saw as natural behavior.  In life, she bore King Shahryar three children but he had long since lost such innocence by the time she met him, so it was refreshing for her to see.  Carefully, she spread her ample chest apart and set each breast to either side of her Master on the table.  If she wanted, she could have easily squished him between them and completely cover him, but instead she waited a moment as he steadied his breathing.  "Your gaze is not unpleasant, Master.  Just as you find my body appealing, I believe you are quite handsome.  Is there a problem with appreciating one's physical form?"

"W-Well... no..."  Embarrassment being overwritten by the elation that came with the beautiful Servant's confession, Ritsuka couldn't help but smile like a fool as he turned to face her again.  "But I don't want you to think I'm like Black..."  He was neither expecting her to have gotten so close nor that he'd find himself standing between her bosom.  The words died in his throat as he looked up to her smiling face, captivated by her beauty.

"You needn't worry about such things, Master.  Of the womanizers present in Chaldea, like Orion, King David, Sir Gawain or that man, there isn't a single Servant of Chaldea that would view you as they do them.  You are virtuous and pure, though there are many of your Heroic Spirits who wish you'd be a bit more bold, ufufu."  Complimenting and assuring him in a tender tone, she couldn’t help but remember some of the conversations she had overheard in the communal bath.  "Or perhaps it is us who should be a bit more... assertive."  With a slightly more seductive smile, she leaned a bit closer to the awestruck boy.  If he truly asked, she wouldn't refuse embracing him and as their relationship stood now her offer of serving in his bedchamber was no longer a tactic for survival, but currently she just wanted to see his flustered behavior a bit more.  "Though only a bit more.  There could be detrimental effects of overstimulation."

Even though she possessed a Charm skill, Scheherazade didn't need to make use of it to leave Ritsuka awestruck by her beauty.  The sultry vone of her voice, the demeanor she carried herself with when not quivering from fear of death, to say nothing of the physical assets, right in this moment she ensured he thought of nothing but her.  Once more the faint scents that filled the room were overpowered by her natural pheromones.  Her body closed in from all sides as she leaned closer to him, inviting him to make an advance on her, but instead he leaned back to keep looking at her face just a bit too far and fell flat on his back as his knees gave out from under him.

Scheherazade paused when her Master fell over, his face beet red and breathing heavy, and giggled playfully as she backed up a bit, withdrawing her breasts from the table.  "My apologies Master, I shouldn't have teased you so much."  She said, picking him up and setting him on the tray with her mostly eaten food and went over to her velvet chaise lounge.  Reclining onto the raised side of the long seat while laying on her side, she bent her lower leg to rest the tray on while stretching the other out straight.  "Here, eat up.  The little ones will be here in a bit, so I'll need to find a place to hide you while they're here."

Calming down now that she wasn't directly stroking his lust, the young Master nodded meekly and ate from the oversized portions of leftovers she had saved for him.  "Th-Thanks Scheherazade."  He said, embarrassed but there was a happiness that would be hard to miss in his tone... along with a slight tinge of disappointment, or rather regret.  When even a single grain of rice was a mouthful, the amount of food he could actually eat minimally impacted just how much of her food was left on her plates.  Easily plucking up the few different fruits and berries he had taken multiple bites out of, Scheherazade was able to get rid of any evidence of his tiny bite with ease.  Something that could have kept him fed for days was nothing but a bite for the Persian beauty, and once again he was reminded of the difference in scale as a strawberry that was bigger than his head easily passed her full lips and disappeared.  She wasn't even trying to eat in a sensual manner, but from the way the tip of her tongue barely poked out to guide the succulent fruit into her oral cavity to the rhythmic motion of precisely 32 chews, to watching to nigh imperceptible lump descend her neck and disappear under her collar bone, it was beautiful... alluring.  "Th-That could easily be me..."  He thought, swallowing hard, his not entirely flaccid member twitching in response.

"Ufufu.  Not to worry, Master.  I would never mistake you for a little treat like that."  She replied, picking him up from the tray and bringing him to her face.

"That wasn't in my head?!  Cra..."  Realizing his mistake, Ritsuka was about to try and play it off as a joke when she held him before her plump lips and slowly opened her mouth.  Within the dark, moist cavern, strands of saliva broke as they stretched too far from roof to tongue to support themselves.  Her humid, hot breath carried the scent of the lost strawberry that had been placed inside just moments ago, thoroughly chewed and dragged deeper into the busty storyteller's body through the undulating gullet set in the back of her throat.  "... wow.  She could..."

"That is, unless you'd want me too."  She added with a playful giggle, setting him back down on her now bare thigh as she had moved the tray to the side table while he was distracted.  "But who would actually want to be eaten alive?  While I understand people can fetishize almost anything, I cannot comprehend lusting for death."  It had been meant as, once again, a playful joke.  Unlike teasing him with her body, the thought that she might have aroused him once again didn't cross her mind at all.

"Haha... Y-Yeah..."  He played along nervously.  Calming down with a full stomach now, Ritsuka yawned as his fatigue caught up to him once again.  He hadn't laid down for more than five minutes before Scheherazade returned with Nitocris and sat on him, so his body was begging for sleep.  "Ah... sorry about that.  I suddenly feel so sleepy..."

"I would imagine so.  You've had a very busy day so far."  She said, laying him down on her inner thigh and rested her hand over him like a blanket.  "Rest well, we still have a bit of time."

Sinking slightly into the springy softness of her skin, the young Master wanted to decline sleeping in such a compromising place, but even if he wasn't so tired he didn't have a chance of lifting her hand despite her not putting any effort into holding him down.  While he would have rathered his head not be so close to her nethers, he quickly drifted off to sleep nevertheless.  "Thanks... Scheher..."

Seeing how quickly he passed out once laid down, Scheherazade smiled down at her kind Master, gently petting him so's not to wake him.  "No, my gentle King, I must thank you for all you have done for me.  There is so much I wish I could do for you and cannot, so I hope you don't mind my pampering of you for a while."  Just thinking of how his reaction to her teasing or being sat on brought a touch of blush to her cheeks.  He was definitely more flustered than when she usually tries to entice him with her body, though being so small and vulnerable might be playing a part in it.  "Not that he seems to mind his current size too much.  Perhaps..."

Before he even opened his eyes, Ritsuka knew that the thing he was sleeping on wasn’t the trusty bed he could always rely on for a comfortable rest.  That’s not to say whatever he was laying on currently wasn’t comfortable, it was and admittedly more so than his usual place of rest, it was just obvious.  “Hmm?  This isn’t My Room…”

The elasticity of the soft, warm surface he laid upon was supported by something firmer not too far beneath it, allowing him to sink comfortably into it a bit.  The heat radiating up from it soaked into his body, and the gentle scent floating through the air did nothing to dispel the drowsiness still gripping his consciousness.  Inhaling deeply, it wasn’t just the scent of this new sleeping surface that lingered around him, the air was laced with incense, scented oils and a stronger, more potent smell that he couldn’t quite identify, though it stirred his lust like crazy.

However, it was the sweet, gentle humming that finally had the young Magus recall exactly where he was and the events that had happened earlier that day.  Musashi and the shrinking potion, Scheherazade taking care of him… her large, plump rear descending upon him.  Snapping his eyes open, Ritsuka saw the lustrous, dark skin of the beautiful storyteller’s thighs, one slightly atop the other, and the clearly visible contours of her womanhood from behind the tight fitting material of her bottoms.  He was close enough to reach out and touch it!  Scrambling back for the intimate position he found himself.

“Ara. Master, did you enjoy your nap?”  The ebony beauty asked, noticing he was now awake, and put down a scroll she was reading.  “The little ones shouldn’t be here for another hour or so, you can rest a bit longer if you wish.”  Smiling warmly down to the three inch tall youth, she blushed a bit seeing his erection through the toga he wore.  “A healthy King is always so full of… vigor after he wakes up.  Ufufu.”  “I was just looking over what kind of stories to regale you with later.  Though if you would rather, I wouldn’t be opposed to something more physi-”

“Storyteller lady!  We’re here!”  Interrupting her playful teasing like a sudden hurricane, the young silver-haired Wraith that was a version of the notorious serial killer Jack the Ripper came running into the room followed quickly by the shockingly life-like doll form of Nursery Rhyme.

“Hey Jack!  You can’t just run into other people’s rooms like that, it’s rude.”  The gothic lolita said, chastising the loli Assassin.

Sitting up quickly for the unexpected intrusion, Scheherazade accidentally knocked Ritsuka off her thigh to in between her legs.  “A-Ara ara… Y-You girls are a bit early today.”  She said nervously as Jack quickly ran over and jumped into her lap like she normally does.  Poking their heads into view from the hall, Jeanne d’Arc Alter Santa Lily, Abigail Williams and Paul Bunyan looked in to make sure it was alright for them to follow.

Caught off guard equally by the sudden intrusion of the young girls as he was finding himself between the plump thighs of the exotic storyteller, when the pale cheeks of Jack’s rear parted the enclosed walls of ebony he instinctively backed up.  “I always tell Jack she can dress in whatever makes her feel comfortable, but…”  Despite the complaints of many of the female staff and Servants, and the compliments of unsavory male staff and Blackbread, he didn’t see a problem in Jack’s fashion if she wasn’t tricked or forced into wearing it.  Sure she was very affectionate towards and clung closely to him, but his thoughts towards her were never impure, so what was the problem?  Well, as the young Assassin’s pert tush settled on Scheherazade’s lap, her weight spread the Caster’s legs apart a bit and the friction of their skin-to-skin contact opened her butt crack enough for the material of her black tanga panties that rode up tightly to become visible.  “Maybe I should think about seeing if there’s a suitable Mystic Code or Spiritron Dress for her.”

“I haven’t yet decided on a story for you girls.  Come back in an hour, no, a half hour and I’ll be ready.”  Trying to give herself a chance to find a better finding place for their Master than between her legs, Scheherazade felt the tiny man dump into her sex as he retreated from the imposing butt looming over him.  While arousing, this was hardly the time to indulge in such a rare opportunity, loathe as she was to let it pass by.

Scooching her butt back so she could lean back more comfortably in the well-endowed woman’s large chest, Jack giggled and smiled up at her.  “That’s okay, Nursery says she thought up a super exciting story to tell us and wants your help.”  She explained, bouncing on Scheherazade’s lap as much in excitement as to cause her breasts to bounce.  “Hahaha, your boobies are always bouncey.”

“Jack, that’s inappropriate!”  The blonde haired girl with an almost comically oversized pointed hat at the door chastised, fully stepping into the room revealing her ‘dress’ of butterfly ribbons and a skimpy pair of low-cut panties to keep her modesty.  “Only a husband is allowed to play with his wife’s chest.”  Pronouncing her Puritan values, the young girl failed to realize that her clothing of choice was also a violation of such values.

“I think you mean that ‘you shouldn’t touch someone else without their permission’, right Abby?”  The silver-haired girl in a white, open-chest dress corrected with a sigh of not-quite annoyance.  “I swear, you girls can be such a handful sometimes.  I’m sorry Miss Scheherazade.”

With Jack’s weight focused more closely to her hips than knees, Scheherazade’s body sunk more into the cushiony seat of her chaise lounge and consequently trapped her tiny Master under her increasingly sensitive sex.  If not for Ritsuka’s presence, she wouldn’t even consider refusing the girls’ tolerable selfishness since in the back of her mind the possibility of getting dismembered by the bubbly Assassin, roasted by the Lancer’s Avenger incarnation for disappointing her, strangled by the faithful Foreigner’s ‘naughty’ side or crushed under the boot of the somewhat careless Berserker were all viable, if not implausible, repercussions.  It also didn’t help that she herself would rather see children smile while listening intently to her tales.

The young Servants all the same entered the Persian Caster’s room and took up places on the floor as Nursery Rhyme transformed into her book form and floated over into Jack’s hands.  “I’m s-sorry, but could you j-just give me a momen-”  She tried to ask once more when Jack began sniffing the air.

“Hey, hey.  Was Mommy here recently?”  The question caused Scheherazade to freeze and panic as the mention of the beloved youth had the other girls pay closer attention.  “No fair!  Mommy’s too busy to play with us most days.  Is he still here?”

Without another option, Scheherazade took the book Servant from the young Assassin and synchronized their magical energies and thoughts, deploying a small Reality Marble and drawing the girls in.  “Ahem.  A long time ago, and a faraway land, there existed five kingdoms that lived in harmony with one another within an empire.”  Thankfully, Nursery Rhyme hadn’t been completely distracted from the story she had thought up with the mention of Ritsuka, so the practiced storyteller did her best to interpret the lovely tale of friendship and adventure.  “Each kingdom was blessed with a gorgeous Princess, who… were each married to a kind and handsome Emperor?”

As she spoke each of the Servants’ clothes were replaced with pretty dresses that matched their personalities and far below them a landscape sectioned off into five distinct areas manifested.  An image of Ritsuka dressed in regal clothing appeared between them and flew down towards a large castle at the center of the story world and projections of the five girls soon followed.  Giggling at the pure, innocent fantasy, Scheherazade regained her composure and continued with the story now that she had captured the attention of the other girls.  Each of the kingdoms were populated by copies of the corresponding Servant and where themed around their deepest held wishes.  Jack’s kingdom focused around childbirth and mother/daughter relationships, while Nursery Rhyme’s produced never ending stories that they could fall in love with.  Ruling over a chain of islands, Jeanne d’Arc Alter Santa Lily’s territory had innumerable shores and beaches for her citizens to play on and Abigail’s territory was filled with pious subjects that prayed diligently everyday.  Paul’s territory wasn’t a true kingdom, but the never ending expanse of untamed wilderness outside the settled kingdoms allowing her to continuously clear land to grow the empire’s borders.

“All w-was well in the Empire, until one day the Emperor went m-missing...”  Just after the introductory exposition was finished and the inciting incident was about to be revealed, Scheherazade realized that Jack was still distracted sniffing the air looking for Ritsuka and her insistence that he was close was beginning to pull the others out of the story.  With Jack fidgeting and moving on her lap, she felt her nethers grind tantalizingly over her Master’s miniature body, the thin material between them doing nothing to mute the sensation.  It was troublesome to control her breathing and narrate at the same time.

The knowledge of where he was alone was too much for Ritsuka to try and control his lust, the sweet scent and increased warmth of Scheherazade’s womanhood made it physically impossible for his manhood to ignore.  He could feel a dampness soaking through his back as the giantess’ sex was forced to dominate him, no doubt the result of the adorable little tush moving around.  “I can… hardly breathe…”  He thought, the air chokingly humid as his lungs barely had room to expand.

Sniffing the air more, Jack turned around on Scheherazade’s lap.  Ritsuka’s scent was hard to detect through all the incense and scented oils, but it was there and didn’t smell like it was just lingering.  “Where’s Mommy, Storyteller lady?  We want to play with Mommy too.”

“I think I sense Mr. Reindeer too.”  The young Holy Maiden agreed, looking around but unable to sense where exactly he was.

“Ah, is Master hiding because I dropped him down my overalls last time?”  The golden-haired lumberjack asked and despite being in just said overalls, was sweating profusely.  “I said I was sorry!”

Things were going from bad to worst.  She knew the girls were no longer interested in the story, so continuing would be pointless.  In fact, Nursery Rhyme transformed back into her humanoid form, dispelling the miniature Reality Marble, and joined in looking for the popular Magus.  “Master, please try to stay still.”  She begged, slipping her hand between her thighs to cover her crotch and hopefully block off the scent trail Jack was following down her body.  “G-Girls…  Wh-Why don’t we c-continue the story a b-b-bit more.”

“Master, why are you hiding?”  Abby asked, though her tone was less curious and more of a sinister snicker as her ring of keys manifested behind her and ethereal, dark tentacles appeared out of thin air.  “You and Miss Scheherazade weren’t being naughty, were you?  You have to wait until after you’re married to do stuff like that.  Heeheehee.  Don’t worry, since it’s Master I’ll only give you a little pain.”

They were overturning cushions, looking under furniture and slowly encroaching on her and Scheherazade had no idea what to do.  “Da Vinci told me to keep Master’s condition a secret, but I have nowhere left to hide hi-!”  Sweating more than the days she spent in life worried that King Shahryar might grow bored of her stories and have her executed on a whim, one last ditch effort came to her mind that she didn’t have time to consider and acted on it.

Thankful that she now had her cloth-wrapped fingers between him and her nethers, Ritsuka continued to lay as still as possible.  “I don’t think she can keep me hidden any longer…  Well, they’re all good girls.  It should be fine…”  However, before he could come to terms with being discovered and subsequently passed around to the young Servants as he explained the situation, the ebony Caster’s hand deftly moved, scooping him up and pushing him gently against warm, dripping folds and releasing a strip of fabric to stretch tightly over him!  “Sch-Schehera-!?”

“I’m sorry Master, but please be quiet for a moment.”  She cut him off, pressing him firmly into her most sacred place to restrict his panicked movements.  With any luck, her scent would cover the inept Magus’, though with how warm her cheeks became as a result of the pleasure she felt she hoped the girls would give up the search soon.  “G-Girls?”

“Hmm?  I don’t smell Mommy anymore.”  Jack said, looking up from sniffing close to the busty beauty’s navel.  “Oh, what’s wrong Storyteller lady?  Are you sick?  Oh, we know!  You’re probably low on mana, right?  Right?  It happens to us sometimes too, but Mommy usually gives us a Mana Transfer when we ask.”  The young Assassin said, trying to be helpful and giving up the search for the source of Ritsuka’s scent.

“Oh yeah, Servants who are harder to maintain or have high mana costs need extra Mana from Mr. Reindeer, don’t they.”  The young Jeanne Alter said.

“M-Mana Transfer!?  B-But…”  Because she stays in standby, Scheherazade herself never had need of extra Mana, but Kiara had mentioned something at their last regular meet up two nights ago.

Nobody really knew why the three of them began meeting up and gossiping among themselves, but there were plenty of speculations.  Whether it was their similar bust sizes, penchant for long dark hair, revealing outfits or sultry voices, only Scheherazade, Sessyoin Kiara and Minamoto no Raikou knew how their unlikely friendship started.

Her reservations with opening her room to a former Beast of Humanity aside, the Persian woman had come to enjoy the company of the other women.  They talked about nothing important and since they were summoned to the frontlines often, she was able to learn more about her good King’s adventures through them… even if Raikou brought up her Doujigiri Yasutsuna whenever she could.  Not to gloat about the blade itself, but the bond it represented between her and ‘her son’.

“Oh, that’s right.  So, you ladies know how… um, what was its name again?  That Demon God Pillar that possessed me.  I’ve never been able to recall its name since expelling its consciousness from my pinkie.”  The hedonistic nun said, putting down her tea cup with an alluring smile.  “Though the way it begged to be me to not cast it aside…”

“I believe Master said it’s name was Zepar.”  Scheherazade said, she’d never feel sad for something like Zepar, the sins it committed and lives it claimed on its quest to bring humanity ‘salvation’ too numeral, but being toyed with and tossed aside like one would pocket lint was too pitiable to ignore outright.

“Right, right.  Zephyr.  Well I believe I’ve mentioned how it had the ability to look into and connect different timelines, right?”  Again, not caring enough to actually remember her possessor/benefactor’s name, the white and pink grabbed Alter Ego waited long enough for her companions to nod before continuing.  “Well, I’m not capable of linking timelines together but I do on occasion take a peek to see if there are any… fun ideas I can gleam from them and the other day I saw a timeline that had a Holy Grail War in that Fuyuki town.  That handsome, red-coated Archer was there, as well as the King of Knights, though her Master’s magic circuits were of worse quality than our Master’s.”

“Ara, how did she maintain her summoning then?”  Raikou asked, since the constant supply of Mana they got from Chaldea was unique to the facility.  “Mana Transfers can be very draining on a Mage’s body and Artoria isn’t one to attack bystanders, even if ordered to.”

Smiling with a hint of blush, Kiara giggled at the great discovery she had made.  “Well that’s what was so interesting.  The young man, with the help of a girl who looked identical to the vessel Ishtar is using, used his ‘seed’ as the medium for their Mana Transfer.”

“Ara ara.  I wasn’t aware such a method was possible.”  The busty Berserker said, blushing from the thought.  “I assume there were unique circumstances, no?”

“Not at all, the boy simply didn’t have enough Mana on his own.”  Kiara replied, pouring herself some more tea.  “There’s nothing preventing, say, Master from performing the same kind of Mana Transfers if necessary.”  While the rest of her thoughts on the subject were left unsaid, the lustrous gleam in her eyes and seductive lick of her lips spoke volumes of the lustful woman’s desires.

“Ara ara.  But it’s not as if Master is aware of it, yes?”  Scheherazade asked, equally interested in the prospect as her heart fluttered a bit.

“Ara ara, of course not Scheherazade.  Master is far too timid and inexperienced for such an advanced technique.”  The former Beast replied.  “But if someone were to instruct him…”

For the next little while, many sultry giggles and ‘ara ara’s could be heard from the Persian storyteller’s room.  But such were the regular meetups of what the rest of Chaldea called the Ara Ara Association.

Just recalling the conversation that followed in her already aroused state had the dark skinned woman having to resist the urge to touch herself.  The feeling of Ritsuka in her clothes felt so much better than she thought it would have been.  Biting her lip, the girls had continued their conversation about getting Mana Transfers from their shared Master without her noticing.

“...tastes so good!  Mommy lets us suck it from him directly.”  Snapping her head in the direction of the little Assassin, Scheherazade couldn’t believe what she just heard.  “It’s a bit salty, but since it’s from Mommy we love it!”

“I usually get Master to put it in a cup.”  Nursery Rhyme said, giggling.

“Oh, oh!  Abby and I once tried some on pancakes, didn’t we Abby.”  Paul said excitedly.

“Yes… but I wouldn’t say it mixed too well.”  The blonde Foreigner confirmed, sticking out her tongue.

“Hey, you girls can’t bother Mr. Reindeer like that.”  Lily Santa reprimanded.  “He can only make so much a day… even if it does taste pretty good.”

Her imagination running wild thinking of Ritsuka doing all sorts of inappropriate things to these little girls, Scheherazade couldn’t stay silent anymore.  “Wha-Wh-What are you girl t-t-talking about!?”  Sure, the young Magus spoiled the child Servants a bit too much, but there’s no way he’d…

“Hmm?  Mommy’s blood of course.”  Jack replied innocently.

“O-Oh… Oh, yes.  Of course you are.”  Embarrassed and relieved, the mature Caster sighed in relief and fell back onto the backrest of her velvet chaise lounge.  “This is all Kiara’s fault for saying something like that…”  She didn’t need to place a hand over her heart to feel it racing, but it did help as she attempted to steady her breathing.

“Miss Scheherazade?  You seem tired.”  Abigail said, concerned.  “We should leave and let her rest.”  She suggested to her friends.

“Oh, oh, oh!  We should go find Banana!”  Jack suggested, jumping off the Caster’s plump lap and running towards the door.  “She’ll probably be around Green Candy guy.”

“His chocolates are really good… but I don’t like it when he lectures me about cutting down forests.”  Paul said, following closely behind the joyful Assassin.  “Makes me wanna stomp him flat.”

“Those two…  Sorry for bothering you Miss Scheherazade, and thank you for the story.”  The young Holy Maiden said politely, bowing.

“Thank you very much.”  Both Nursery Rhyme and Abigail said in unison, likewise lowering their heads respectfully to the exhausted looking woman.

Sitting up to compose herself a bit more, the dark skinned Caster smiled softly to the girls.  “No, no.  I apologized th-that I wasn’t able to finish such a w-wonderful tale.  I would be honored if you would g-give me another chance, Nursery Rhyme.”

“Thanks alright, it feels nice being held in such gentle hands, heehee.”  The expressive, doll-like girl giggled as she and the other two followed after their friends.  “I hope you feel better soon.”  She finished, closing the door behind her.

Maintaining her gentle smile just long enough for the girls’ footsteps to fade, the storytelling Caster collapsed onto her lounge with ragged breath and gripped her sex tightly.  “Master, oh, you feel so good right there.  Every breath only makes my body burn hotter and hotter!”  For a moment she laid there, lightly gliding her fingers over her shrunken Master.

“Scheherazade?  A-Are they gone yet?”  The young Magus asked, no longer hearing the other girls’ voices.  Behind his head, a nub of flesh stiffened and caused the gigantic woman's body to quiver as he tried to look around and the dripping slit the rest of her body was over had begun to part and draw him in.  The fluids were chokingly sweet, and in an effort to breathe he was forced to swallow some that began to coat his face.  As more of his body sunk into her nethers, the pressure from her clothing caused her flesh to mold tightly around him, and in particular his engorged member that the pheromone laced atmosphere ensured was at the point of hurting he was so aroused.  “Sch-Scheherazade?”  He wasn’t truly panicking, despite feeling her finger rest on and rub over his body, but that she hadn’t retrieved him meant something wasn’t right.

Biting her bottom lip, the ebony beauty relished the unique rush she got as Ritsuka tried to get her attention.  Lust had taken hold of her body, and the shrunken Master’s body was perfectly satisfying her.  “Just a bit… deeper… Mast-!?”  Pressing firmly on his face, she was ready to accept his entire body into hers, an image of his smiling face flashed through her mind and Scheherazade realized what she was about to do!  Before it was too late, she pulled her Master free of her love tunnel and rolled off the velvet seat into yet another perfectly executed dogeza.  “Please forgive me, Master.  I don’t know what came over me.”  Mentally she was embarrassed and disgusted with herself, a moment of weakness was no excuse for attempting to pleasure herself with such a kind and considerate King without his consent… but physically her body was left wanting.  “Perhaps… perhaps some other Servant with more restraint would be a better caretaker than I…”  Though she didn’t want to give him up, he had trusted her with his well being and unlike before, this time she was aware of what she was doing.  Had she not caught herself…

“It’s… It’s alright, Scheherazade.”  Ritsuka said, laying on the lounge covered in a layer of her viscous liquid lust catching his breath.  Shakily standing up, he approached the end of the seat and while equally embarrassed, smiled at the beautiful Caster.  “It was an emergency and I’m fine.  Besides…”  Looking away from her, he sheepishly added in a hushed tone, “...i-if you want, we could c-con-continue.”

She wasn’t expecting him to say something like that to her, not after she had almost shoved him into her excited sex without his consent, but when she looked up at him she saw that if anything, the prospect of entering her body excited him just as much as her.  Sure, he was bashfulling fidgeting and unable to maintain direct eye contact, but his erection twitched at the sight of her and showed no sign of settling down anytime soon.

“Ufufu… Master, my sweet, kind Master.  Having to face Death once more may not be as terrible as I thought, since I was able to meet such a perfect King.”  Getting up, Scheherazade cast Ritsuka in her shadow as she sensually mounted the luxurious seat.  “Would you like to participate in a new story I’m working on that is a bit too… mature for children?”  On her hands and knees, she let her breasts sway under her, almost falling out of the dark blue and gold brassier as evident of the dark flesh of her areolas began to slip out.  This time when the enamored Magus fell back trying to take in the sight of the gorgeous woman, she didn’t stop and slowly lowered her hefty chest towards him.  “This tale may be a bit… dark in the beginning, but the reward awaiting the protagonist after all his suffering is well worth it.”  Her voice was hushed and captivating, promising a tale like no other but only if he consented to it.

While there was an underlying concern of just what kind of an impact participating in this not-for-all-ages tale would have on his life, Ritsuka assumed that if his Thanatophobic Caster was willing to expose him to it wouldn’t end negatively.  Reaching out, he steeled himself for what she had in store for him.  “A-Alright.”

Connecting to the Holy Grail she received, Scheherazade giggled as she buried her Master under her chest.  “Very well, ufufu.  Our tale begins in a land long, long ago, with a kind young man in a most unfortunate circumstance…”

Using the power of her Holy Grail, Scheherazade inserted her tiny Master into the role of the protagonist of her story, a boy in a world where everyone has some form of magic ability unique to them.  His sized him down to three inches tall but gained incredible resilience.  His family however, stepmother, step sister and half sister, each tormented and abused him in a variety of different ways, humiliating him whenever they could.  His stepmother kept finding or making excuses to use him to pleasure herself and would swallow him whole as punishment.  His step sister could trap people and things in her breasts and turn them into milk and breast fat, but he was immune so she liked shoving him in to play with and his half sister would sexually harass him then show their mother and have her punish him.  For years he experienced and endured that abuse, slowly breaking him down to his lowest with the only ray of hope being a friend in a dark skinned woman who looked strikingly similar to the narrator herself.  However, his friend disappeared one day after his half sister caught him talking with her and he feared the worst when she said she told their sister about her.

Not long after, his father came home to bring them to the capital for a banquet hosted by the new Queen and revealed that he had found out about his treatment at the hands of his family long ago.  Feeling completely abandoned and alone in the world, Ritsuka’s character, and by extension himself, were ready to resign himself to a plaything at the mercy of his family, but upon meeting the Queen he realized she was his mysterious friend all along!  She made an excuse to separate him from his family and took him to her bedchambers where she reveals that she plans to keep him in the castle from now on as her King consort.  After reaching a mutual understanding and affirming their affections for each other, the two are about to indulge in each other’s bodies when the story ends and Ritsuka returns to his senses, buried under the overwhelming weight of Scheherazade’s warm, marshmallowy breasts.

“I apologize, Master, for ending our tale short, but I promise you this is not a tactic to entice you to let me live longer.”  She said, sliding down her seat far enough for the tiny Master’s head to come into view.  “As I’m sure you noticed, the story is not yet finished and lacks the depth to truly draw the listener in.  I am ashamed to admit that I am not too familiar with ‘size play?’ I believe it is called.”

Trying to focus on anything other than how wonderful her chest felt on him and the twitching erection he had poking into her body, Ritsuka thought back on how the story was told to him and the brief, scant descriptions of the act performed on the main character.  If someone without a captivating voice and enviable talent like Scheherazade had told the same story… or rather the story wasn’t worthy of being told by such a proficient storyteller.  “Thinking back… the experience distracted me from the lack of details, the smells, tastes, sounds.”

“And the reactions of the women.  Yes… and this next part is the emotional climax of the story.”  Smiling down to the shrunken youth, it didn’t sound like she was bemoaning her own ignorance, but instead intended to educate herself if she could.  “I simply do not have the knowledge or experience.”

“Hmm… yeah, but where would yo-!?...”  Forcing himself to ignore his arousal, he tried to concentrate on helping the beautiful storyteller finish her tale but his line of thought only came to one conclusion.

“Ara ara.  Master, your face has become quite red.  I hope you are not ill.”  Teasing, the Persian Caster licked her lips as she saw him realize her intentions.  “You wouldn’t happen to know of a three inch tall, handsome young man with a penchant for giant women with whom I could… experiment with?”  Lowering her face towards him, she opened her mouth and let her hot, humid breath wash over him.  “And I have so very much I’d like to learn.  But if you wish me to, I’ll stop here.”

Staring up into the moist, dark cavernous maw of the exotic Servant, his lust overflowing to say nothing of how he felt about her deep in his heart, not even Ritsuka was so dense to misunderstand Scheherazade’s intentions.  She didn’t just want someone, she wanted to share this experience with him.  “No, please.  I want to know how this story ends.”  He said back, reaching up towards her slightly extended tongue.

With her Master’s consent, the lustful Caster enveloped him with her mouth, wrapping her plump lips tightly around his body as she pulled him from her cleavage.  Using a finger, she slowly pushed him the rest of the way into her mouth, much like the strawberry that captured his attention before, and savored his unique flavor.  “Master is in my mouth.  I fit his entire body in my mouth.”  It was a surreal thought, she could feel him move around, avoiding that back of her throat.  “It would be so easy to…”  Feeling a rush of power and control over him, her arousal burned all the hotter.  What she couldn’t understand the appeal of before she now craved more of.  Though feeling her tiny Master’s engorged manhood poke into and rub against her oral muscle occasionally made her want to ensure he enjoyed the experience as much as she did.

Slathered in thick sheets of the dark skinned Caster’s saliva, curled up into a ball so’s to more easily fit in her surprisingly small maw, Ritsuka wasn’t content with simply letting the gigantic woman pleasure him as her tongue clumsily slithered around him.  Unlike her storycrafting, poise and dogeza executions, she wasn’t proficient with using her tongue in such a way.  In her attempts to wrap him up in her oral muscle, she had knocked him into her teeth a few times and instead of teasing his erection, she kept poking his stomach instead.  “However, I’m not the one who needs to understand the appeal of size play.”  There was no better time to indulge in his secret fantasy, and an opportunity like this may never present itself again once the shrinking potion wears off, but the thought of such a renowned storyteller develing into the realm of microphilia and the potentially unlimited number of stories that would come from it made him prioritize her pleasure over his.

It was a bit awkward having something so big in her mouth and not chew it or swallow, and the rising levels of her saliva in reaction to Ritsuka’s salty sweat was starting to make it uncomfortable to hold him in her maw.  It also didn’t help that her efforts to enrapture him with her unpracticed tongue was ending in frustrating failure.  If it were Kiara or Shuten Douji… if they didn’t outright consume him she was sure they’d have no problem with such a simple task.  “This is nothing like pleasing King Sha-? Master!?”  Expecting the smaller partner of a pairing such as theirs to be a more passive participant, she didn’t expect Ritsuka to take the initiative from her as he tightly wrapped his legs around her tongue and began to rub and massage it in such a tantalizing manner.  She was unexpectedly sensitive to pleasure he gave her, her mind going blank in moments and drool leaking from her lips has she collapsed on her chaise lounge and rubber her sex to stoke the flames of her lust.

Satisfied but not content with his results so far, Ritsuka continued to carefully feel around his Servant’s massive tongue.  Most of the built up saliva had either been swallowed or flowed out of her lips as her breathing became more sensually raspy.  He was vigorously pumping his hips into the slick, smooth underside of her oral muscle, licking it and savoring the taste of her mouth.  He didn’t just hear her moans get louder, he felt them and as her body tensed up and light vanished once more.

Feeling her body tip over the edge mostly from the tiny Master’s efforts, Scheherazade climaxed as quietly as she could, covering her mouth out of reflex so’s not to upset King Shahryar with a loud moan or possibly drawing the attention of the guards outside their room.  Truthfully, it was much easier then too, as the fear of death kept her from reaching the height of release she was able to enjoy with her good King in Chaldea.  She was drenched in sweat, soaked her hands and bottoms in the first proper orgasm she had ever experienced, and could hardly think straight as she turned her head to the side and let the shrunken Mage tumble from her lips.  Just barely noticeable from under her tongue was a salty taste different from his sweat and a minute swell of Mana entered her body.

“If Master feels that good in my mouth…”  Rolling over onto her elbows, she smiled down at the young Magus as he caught his breath covered in her viscous saliva.  Though they had both climaxed, the heat in her sex hadn’t passed and she could see his member still standing at full mast from under his toga.  Shifting her clothing into spirit form to completely undress, she giggled as she undressed the unresisting young man.  “I apologize, Master.”  She whispered softly in a sultry voice.  Tucking some hair behind her ear, she lowered her face and pressed him into her seat with her soft lips.  “I was a bit distracted just now… We’ll have to do it again sometime.”  Picking him up with her mouth, the Perisan Queen reclined along the velvet lounge and dropped him into her abundant cleavage.  Supporting her breasts with an arm, she continued to rub her womanhood in anticipation of what was next.

Tired from the mothplay, but not exhausted just yet, Ritsuka knew what she wanted to try next.  Pulling his body from the crevice of her chest, he crawled over the slope to her waiting nipples.  Inverted and hidden, he was first going to have to free them from her enormous assets.  “Okay… careful now.”  He thought, impatiently wanting to play with the giantess’ body more.  However, when he attempted to climb down to them, the slick saliva still covering his body caused him to slip and slide down her flat, smooth stomach into her masturbating hand!  “That was a-!?”

Slightly panicking when she felt Ritsuka slip and fall, when he came to a rest on her mons pubis Scheherazade’s arousal flared up at the thought.  “Master, you’ve made me into such a sinful, impatient woman.”  She thought, pulling her hand back a bit so he’d fall into her fingers in front of her dripping lips.  Using her other hand, she parted her labia to give him a clear view inside of her.

Unexpectedly before the steamy entrance to the beautiful Servant’s engorged sex, he had only barely gotten a whiff of the now overpowering, heady scent of her sexual desire.  It dripped from the dark, tender folds like nectar, robbing him of his self-control.  He could think of nothing, and even without her saying anything he had become her thrall.  Leaning forward, he plunged an arm into the heated flesh ready to crawl in himself but was immediately forced deeper as the hand he stood on slammed flush against her body.

It didn’t make sense, nor did she have time to try to make sense of it.  King Shahryar was bigger and thicker, even her own fingers were longer than Ritsuka’s body was, but with just an arm squeezing into her tight womanhood she almost came on the spot.  “My King!  Oh, my sweet, gentle King!”  As she fed the young man into her sex, she all she could think about was pleasure, both hers and his, and violently groped one of her breasts.  Sinking a finger into the inverted socket, she pulled the sensitive nub free and began to twist it while rubbing her excited clit.  Despite clamping down tightly on him, she felt him pull his tiny body deeper once he realized what had happened, licking and nibbling at her teasingly.

Having no prior experience with the fairer sex, Ritsuka wasn’t driven by concsious thought as he made his way deeper into a woman he’d never have gotten a chance with before joining Chaldea.  He had stopped thinking because the potent scent and sweltering heat of Scheherazade’s sex robbed him of higher thinking.  As he was, he existed to bring her pleasure, nothing else mattered and the more her walls gripped him the more he believed he was fulfilling that role.  The subtle bumps and folds of the vaginal tunnel coiled around his naked member to a nearly paralytic extent, and every inch forward was accompanied with continuous pelvic thrusts, but his pleasure was secondary.  And when he dragged himself over a spot that had his Perisan goddess squeeze him so tightly that his bones felt like they were about to snap he knew he was at his destination.

While there was a degree of soundproofing to Chaldea’s rooms, the fact that even footsteps could be heard coming from the halls meant that if she were in the mind to consider such things in the moment, Scheherazade would stifle the moans escaping her mouth.  Not even her instinctive censor could keep her from heartedly enjoying the efforts of her tiny King.  She didn’t even need to touch herself anymore, it only distracted her from the euphoria he was giving her, so instead she brought her other nipple up to her mouth to suck on it.  He had dominated her thoughts as she had to him, and she wanted nothing more than to protect and care for him like this forever.

Coming to a second, more powerful orgasm than before, she felt her whole body quiver as the quakes of her sexual release shook her to her core.  The euphoria was so potent she almost reflexively activated her Counter-Hero (Speech) EX skill for fear of dying from bliss and the torrent of ejaculant that sprayed from her was a testament to her Master’s thoughts towards her.  Panting and exhausted, she slumped down in the velvet seat and gently touched her satisfied sex, once again feeling some of he Mana connect them on a deeper level.  “I’ve never... experienced that… before.”  She thought, feeling her love muscle slowly push the unmoving but breathing Magus out of her.  While she normally presented herself with composed grace and poise, the disheveled Caster was a far cry from the ‘cool beauty’ image but no less beautiful for it.  As her breathing began to calm down, she felt her tiny Master fall from her sex to the cushion below and sat to observe him.  “Ara ara, you seem to be quite tired, Master.”  She said with a kind smile, seeing him lie flat on his back breathing heavily.  “If you wish, I can let you rest inside me if I put my bottoms back on.  We can continue our research after you get a bit of your stamina back, okay?”

Willing himself to stand hearing her invitation, Ritsuka faced the busty storyteller to see her mostly up right body with her legs open display her soaked sex and puffy anus.  She had spread herself again and smiled seductively, she was definitely enjoying him as much as he enjoyed her.  “Sche...her...azade…”  Having nearly exhausted himself, the tiny Master slowly lumbered his way to his Servant, climbing her firm, doughy rear.

“I do not know how long the effects of the potion will last, but let’s immerse ourselves in our research until then, okay Master?”  If he had any difficulty climbing her, she’d lend him a hand, but feeling him ascend her flesh was pleasant.  Like far too many of his female Servants, and a couple who act feminine, she had been wanting to become one with him for a long time, and now she didn’t want to let him go.  However, in his tired haze of semi-consciousness, she felt him stop a hole too early!  “M-Master!?”

The hole he had reached was tighter than before, but the scent was magnitudes more stuffy and potent than he remembered.  Still, he wanted to rest inside of the Persian woman since she offered and slipped his foot through the wrinkled opening.  Her body trembled underneath him, but once he managed to squeeze his other leg in, the powerful orifice contracted and drew him deeper.  “So warm… so snug…”

“No, Master.  You mustn’t...”  He was feeding himself to her anus, not realizing his mistake and yet it felt almost as good as when he was in her womanhood.  But her rear, even if Servants produce no waste, was no place for a kind, good natured King like him.  And yet her body readily slurped him up like it was second nature... like he belonged there.  So, when she reached down to pull him free, she inadvertently rested her finger on his head and pushed him deeper until he was completely in her rectum and moaned in satisfaction.  “Oh, why does it feel so good?  I wouldn’t think someone would want to... but if you wish to rest in my rear I’ll happily allow you.”  Licking her fingers clean, the ebony Queen manifested her dark blue and gold bottoms, sealing her Master in her bowels.  “Big or small, I’ll give my body and soul to you.  Chaldea’s summoning system is the most terrifying summoning ritual for someone like me.  However, for allowing me to meet you, even the thought of experiencing multiple deaths is not enough to make me wish to leave your side.”

One Week Later

Opening his eyes to stare up at the ceiling that was so familiar to him, while oddly nostalgic Ritsuka couldn’t help but feel that something was missing.  The sleep he got while using various parts of the Persian storyteller’s as his mattress had spoiled him.  The warmth of her body, the elasticity of her skin, the calming scent, his sleep without them was adequate but not as satisfying anymore.  Getting up to resume his duties, he got dressed and sighed as he opened the door.  “Man, I wish I could just relax listening to another of Scheherazade’s stories…”

As the dark haired man turned to head towards the Command Room, a sultry voice spoke out to him from behind.  “Ara.  If that is your wish, I would be happy to comply.”

“Whoa!  Sch-Scheherazade!?  Uh, g-good morning.”  Spinning around, flustered and blushing to see the exotic Queen, he had trouble not ogling the developed assets he had been climbing on and squished between for the last week.  After the first day, he and the Caster hadn’t properly separated from one another, not that anyone of the other staff or Servants were any the wise with all the places she could hide him. When they woke up together yesterday with him naked back to full size, Da Vinci teased them both a bit for what that implicated, but he otherwise spent the rest of the day missing her proximity as several of the medical staff checked him over to make sure he was fine.

Blushing at her Master’s passionate glaze, she made sure to put a bit of an extra bounce in her step as she walked next to him and took him by the arm.  “Shall I accompany you tonight as you sleep?  Or perhaps you would rather join me in my quarters.”  She suggested, holding him close as they walked, pressing his hand into her thigh and wrapping his arm in her cleavage.

“A-Aren’t y-y-you a little c-close?”  Tripping over his words, Ritsuka wasn’t expecting the storyteller to stay so intimate with him after the potion wore off.  Not that he wasn’t happy though.

“Ufufu… I believe we’re been much… closer than this, Master.”  Resting her head on his shoulder, Scheherazade relished her time by his side.  “Are you sure you are well enough to Rayshift today?  I don’t believe anyone would object to you resting a bit longer.”

She was right.  When he thought about it there was little sense to get so embarrassed from a little skinship after literally crawling into her more intimate places.  Still, it did make his heart skip a beat.  “Well… Da Vinci-chan was going to suggest it, but then Gilgamesh barged into the room and loudly said ‘You believe I would treasure an imperfect potion with unwanted side effects?  You enjoyed the bounty of a King, Mongrel, and you clearly enjoyed yourself.  Fuwahahahahaa!’, then walked off.”  He replied, impersonating the King of Heroes almost perfectly.  “And we really need as many Stakes of the Wailing Night as we can get.”

“Then may I make a selfish request of you, Master?”  She asked.

“Sure, if I can fulfill it.”  He nodded.

“I request that you bring me along whenever you can from now on.”  She asked with an unwavering voice.  “I wish to stay by your side, to serve you as my King and continue to repay you for all that you have done for me.”

Stopping dead in his tracks hearing what the Thanatophobic Caster as, Ritsuka stared in disbelief as she stood with confidence and resolve.  He couldn’t help but remember the day he summoned her and how she begged him to not let her die or risk her life unnecessarily in the most beautiful dogeza he had ever seen.  However, feeling her tighten her grip on his arm anxiously made refusing her not an option.  “Since we’re going to Gallows Hill in Salem today, Nitocris, Sanzang and Helena will be on the front line, okay?”  He compromised with a gentle smile.

Smiling, she nodded and they continued to the Command Room to prepare for Rayshifting.  Her body trembled slightly at the thought of willingly stepping foot on a battlefield filled with the chance of death, however she felt so lonely without her Master with her the day before that she thought she’d die of loneliness instead.  Death was still terrifying, but if she were to die one way or the other, she’d rather be close to a good King.

“To my good King.”