In Chaldea, there were some places restricted to certain people. After all, despite gathering under the idea of different Mage families working together to monitor and protect the Human Order on their planet, there were plenty of spies who wouldn’t think twice to send back anything that could advance their own family’s research. But protecting its secrets isn’t the only reason certain rooms to entire wings of Chaldea are restricted. While she normally doesn’t mind people coming into her workshop, Chaldea’s second successfully summoned Heroic Spirit, Leonardo Da Vinci, sternly suggests that nobody is to enter it if she isn’t there. A lesson a tiny, naked, blonde haired rebellious tomboy now knew the reason for as she crawled out of the air vent and dropped to the hallway floor.
“Damnit, with all that junk in there I don’t even know what happened…” She grumbled, staying close to the corner of the corridor as she went for help. While not entirely shy about her body given what she normally wore under her heavy armor, Mordred’s face was flushed just thinking about what would happen should someone see her. One moment she was walking through Da Vinci’s workshop simply because she knew she shouldn’t, and the next she was less than a centimeter tall among her clothes. Thankfully she could shift them back to spirit form, but for some reason she couldn’t manifest them or any of her other gear anymore. “Well, I guess it is my own damn fault. Never gonna do that again, that’s for sure.” She vowed under her breath as she got to an intersection that led deeper into the restricted wing that housed Servants not to be casually interacted with.
The reason nobody was walking the halls was both because of the time of night and the location Da Vinci’s workshop was built in. Servants with dangerous bodies, like Hassan of Serenity, or personalities, like Stheno and Euryale, are kept beyond the genius inventor’s workshop so’s to prevent staff from unintentionally stumbling into something that could scar them for life. However, despite the danger of potentially being found by a less than desirable Servant, Mordred’s destination was the one meant to act as the final guard of the area before someone could get hurt… the Lancer-class form of her father, the Goddess Rhongomyniad Artoria Pendragon.
“Man… if only I could contact Master. She’d be able to do something, but I doubt I’d make it all the way to her room.” Reluctant to go to her father for help, the alternative of getting help from one of the problem Servants deeper in the wing or discovered by an unscrupulous Mage while she was so weak she couldn’t even fight them off were far worse.
Sneaking into the older, bustier Artoria’s room was simple enough. The new challenge that presented itself to the shrunken Saber was that her Lancer father was, like most of Chaldea, asleep laying on her side. The standardized bed frames in each room also held the mattress too high off the ground for Mordred to jump up to and was too smooth to climb. Thankfully, some of Artoria’s sheets were hanging off the foot of her bed from under her blankets low enough for her to grab onto.
Breathing heavily to catch her breath in the darkness under the Lion King’s bedding, Mordred looked at the bare feet in front of her and clicked her tongue. “Tch, damnit Father, that’s a ‘proper’ King for ya. Beautiful and dignified, even when asleep…” She hated to admit it, but her loathing of the King of Knights, in all her forms, came from the profound respect she held for them all. While she used to claim to be the only one capable of succeeding her father, Mordred knew that she’d struggle to live up to Artoria’s example. She couldn’t count the number of times she had woken up having rolled out of her own bed with her ass sticking up in the air. A sight she couldn’t imagine the beautiful King replicating. She couldn’t even complain about the smell lacing the stagnant air around her.
Forced to stay close to the more developed body of Artoria to remain in the gap it created between the blanket and mattress, Mordred was given a much closer perspective of her body than she had ever wanted before. Long smooth legs, fair skin, plump thighs, even if she was designed after the original Artoria who stopped aging in her mid-teens, the Lion King’s body only reminded Mordred of the inferiorities of her homunculus body by comparison. She couldn’t grow anymore and had a limited life span.
Passing the thighs, there was a noticeable change in the air as she continued as the biggest hit to her pride as the offspring of the King of Knights came into view. Bulging out from the crotch of the tight, high cut blue and gold bodysuit the Lancer wore, normally hidden from view with the help of the skirt of her royal regalia, Mordred was once again taken aback by the impressive member of her father. Even despite the massive difference in their sizes currently, while flaccid Artoria’s manhood stretched upwards reaching just under her belly button. Looking down at her own package, it didn’t even reach a quarter of that distance and the heavy musk of sweat and pheromones were making it twitch and grow in response. One of the massive testicles had popped out from the confining fabric and hung down onto the mattress next to her, utterly dwarfing her.
“I bet this thing is the main reason nobody found out Father’s identity in that timeline. Have a freaking flaw already…” The Saber grumbled, walking up to the colossal sperm bank and lightly placing a hand on it. “Damn thing is bigger than my room now.” Smirking, she reeled back and punched the leathery sack, both to alleviate some pent-up frustration and to mess with her father a bit. And when the massive body flinched from her attack, Mordred smirked with satisfaction... until after reel back away from her, the giant testicle rolled forward further and steamrolled over her with ease! “Ack! Fath-!” Holding up her hands to try and stop the oncoming mass of flesh, the rebellious knight’s childish act left her buried from the neck down under her father’s nut, covered in sweat. Thankfully this only lasted a few seconds as the slumbering Lancer readjusted her sleeping posture and lifted the oppressively heavy and hot nut off her. Panting and calming her heart rate, Mordred picked herself up. “Well… at least Father can feel me. That means I have a chance to wake him up.” She reasoned with herself and continued her journey up Artoria’s body.
Despite how much Artoria’s chest and rear filled out while wielding her sacred lance, there was barely an ounce of excess fat to be found anywhere else on her body, and the slim stomach Mordred passed could attest to that. She restrained herself from messing with the obnoxiously large breasts that were almost popping out of the open chest of Artoria’s bodysuit, not wanting to be buried under something immensely more massive and soft than before. By this point, Mordred was able to put a bit more distance between her and the slumbering King as the blankets covering the bed were tucking under Artoria’s arms. The white sheets the Saber walked across were covered by stray strands of soft locks of golden hair that hung down over her father’s slender neck, normally tied up in a bun but now allowed to flow mostly behind her back.
Finally, standing in front of the flaxen hair beauty’s gigantic face, Mordred took a deep breath. “Father! Father wake up!” Yelling as loud as possible, she wasn’t entirely surprised to see no change in Artoria’s peaceful sleeping face. When strands of hair start to look like cords of rope to you, there was no way her voice should have been able to reach her father’s ear even if she was awake. “Damn it…” Approaching Artoria’s face, Mordred tightly gripped a hair and began to climb up so she could yell directly into the Lancer’s ear. Hopefully that would be enough to wake her.
Terrifyingly, the single follicle of hair hanging over the gigantic King’s face had been caught in the corner of her mouth, so the Knight of Rebellion had to brace herself against the Lancer’s marshmallowy soft lips. She was almost sucked into her father’s mouth too, as it parted for a particularly deep breath, but even when scaled down she had the proportional strength of a Servant. If not for that…
Dragging her body over the crest of Artoria’s far too comfortable and warm cheek, Mordred carefully walked over to her father’s ear. Hoping for a better reaction this time, she yelled as loud as her tiny lungs would allow. “Father! Wake up! I need you to take me to Master!” This time, something happened almost immediately. Smiling broadly as she stabilized herself, Mordred felt the Servant under her begin to stir. Her smile shifted to agape fear as the shadow of Artoria’s hand passed over her, and while she wanted to run for cover, the ‘ground’ beneath her began to tilt. “Shit! Father’s rolling over!” She realized just a second too late as she both fell away from the King of Knight’s face and also collided with her hand as it made a second pass to get rid of whatever was disturbing her sleep. Tumbling through the air, Mordred couldn’t stop herself as she landed in Artoria’s cleavage and slid between the tightly packed, sweaty mammaries. When she was finally able to orient herself, because she didn’t have the benefit of inertia like she did when she fell, she was stuck as the material tightly spread across her back when the jiggling masses of breast fat settled from Artoria rolling over. “Damn it! I can barely move. And Father swatted me away like I was a bug.” Realizing that her objective was now even harder to accomplish, Mordred struggled to crawl up her Father’s huge breast, towards the chest window and freedom. It didn’t help matters that her own cock was getting stimulated from the heat, warmth, texture and smell of her father’s more feminine asset and the subtle vibration that passed through her from her heartbeat. “I swear, if I end up busting a nut on Father’s chest…” She chastised herself as the fair skin under her turned more pink in color and clung to her more readily.
As soon as Mordred’s tiny hand felt around the sensitive area of Artoria’s areola, her body reacted and her breathing hitched. “Mmm… Master…” She whispered in her sleep lustfully.
“Well… it’s not what I had in mind, but as long as I can get help.” Realizing that her options were limited, Mordred pulled herself across Artoria’s breast until her hand gripped a sunken slit. Pulling her head up to it, she sunk her arms into the folds and felt around until she found her prize, a little nub of hardening flesh that was pointing up towards her by the second. Every twitch and wiggling the gigantic Lancer made in response to her actions told Mordred that she was feeling something, but it wasn’t enough to wake Artoria from the pleasant dream she was having. “C’mon Father… stop fantasizing about Master and wake up already!” Feeling the breast she was trapped against start to swell from arousal, Mordred’s face was pressed deeply into the slit of the King of Knight’s inverted nipple, and she could feel the hidden nipple rub against her face. However, rather than try and pull herself free, the shrunken Saber opened her mouth and bit into the trembling flesh around her as hard as she could. A small jolt ran through Artoria’s body. Not enough to wake her or even cause a significant reaction, but her heart rate increased and her body heated up. Mordred bit the nub again, but the result was not what she was hoping for. “I’m not doing this to get you off Father! Wake the hell up!” Biting one last time with all the strength she could muster, she barely felt an imperceptible gasp in the raspy moans coming from her father’s mouth. “Damn it! This isn’t working… well not like I want. I’m using my full strength to wake Father up, but maybe I need to hit somewhere more…” Stop mid-thought, Mordred pulled her head and arms free of Artoria’s nipple and looked in the opposite direction from where her slightly husky moans were coming from. “...sensitive.” Hanging her head, Mordred peeled her body from Artoria’s teat and headed towards the bottom of her cleavage.
There was only one other place in the Lancer King of Knight’s bodysuit that had a gap between it and her skin than the cleavage of her breasts, and when Mordred dragged herself into that space she was greeted with the sight of a monstrously huge behemoth of a cock that twitched and strained against the restrictive fabric holding it down. As she approached, the scent of the clear fluid leaking from the half-erect member was noticeable but bearable, however in the enclosed space covered by a blanket the air was chokingly thick with it. Even if she didn’t want to admit it, it wasn’t just to awake her father up for help that moved Mordred’s body, her own manhood swollen painfully and dripping precum as well. She could catch faint whiff of it creeping out from the slowly receding foreskin of the majestic cock, God knows how many days old cum that was being aged.
Not really paying attention to her footing, Mordred stumbled forward when she unknowingly stepped into the decline of Artoria’s navel and pressed her face against the highly-sensitive cockhead poking out from under its protective sleeve. Before she could right herself, the massive member spasmed and Artoira’s hip bucked at the unexpected sensation, knocking the rebellious bastard son on her back in the precum filled sunken pit of her bellybutton. Looking up, Mordred barely had time to register the excited rod of her father came crashing back down on her. Swelling further, it completely covered and trapped her beneath it, pulsing with every heartbeat.
Once again her comparatively reduced parameters became quite apparent to the Saber, as she pushed up against the ridiculously heavy shaft on top of her and couldn’t budge it. “Would you give me a freaking break alrea-!?” Frustrated, tired and unwillingly horny, Mordred exploded at her circumstances as she attempted to wiggle her way out from under the impressive specimen of manhood that was her father’s cock when an oppressively, overwhelming weight was added to the girthy member, pressing her into Artoria’s stomach with no way to fight back and a mouth full of perspiring dick flesh.
Feeling her member engorge so completely in her sleep, Artoria gently rested a hand on it and held it there, oblivious to the plight of her illegitimate son from another timeline.
“Goddamnit! Fine… you’ll have to wake up eventually.” Mordred resigned herself to her current situation. She couldn’t escape and it didn’t seem like her father’s lust was going to pass anytime soon. Exhausted and strangely comfortable in the warm embrace between the Lancer’s cock and stomach, she rather easily fell asleep with a soft smile on her face.
Without the tiny Saber crawling all over her body to stimulate it, Artoria’s body also somewhat calmed down rather quickly, as the dream of her affectionate, if not mischievous, Master passed.
While on any other day the lance wielding King of Knight’s would wake up this early, today she smiled softly after a dignified yawn and sat up. She was to escort Chaldea’s Master on an excursion to the Camelot Singularity to ensure it was properly being corrected. Ritsuka had also requested lessons on horseback riding, which was why Artoria was chosen to accompany the inept but capable Master. Feeling her male organ twitch at the thought of her cuddly Master, she blushed looking down at the discernible shape of her rod. It wasn’t an uncommon sight for her, especially given how excited she was to get to spend the day with Ritsuka even if her face almost never showed it. Noticing one of her family jewels had slipped out from her bodysuit, she adjusted herself, wincing a bit when she let the tightly stretched fabric snap back in place. When her erection hadn’t subsided by the time she finished making her bed she was a little concerned. “I have to go meet Master now…” There was something about how her bodysuit rubbed against her sensitive glands that felt too good for her to calm down, but now wasn’t the time to deal with it. Manifesting her faulds and battle skirt did little to distract from the energetic bulge soaking her clothes, so she donned her cape and closed the front as she left her room. “Hopefully it will calm down soon.”
Unbeknownst to the famous King, her illegitimate son was the main reason her sexual excitement hadn’t faded. Waking up to a twitching cock in the face, Mordred fought to free herself from under it as Artoria sat up and tumbled down the meaty shaft as she repeatedly bent over and lunged forward to make her bed. Just as she was about to crawl free, the Lancer’s finger poked under the edge of her clothing and pulled it away, causing the tiny Saber to fall into her hand. “Yes! Father, you felt m-mmph!” Misunderstanding Artoria’s actions, she was smothered under and stuck to the nut that had slipped free of the form fitting bodysuit and held immobile under its weight as her father went about her day! “Father! Father, can’t you hear me? Can’t you feel me?!” She yelled, struggling to move.
Feeling a pleasurable sensation come up from her balls, Artoria’s blush deepened as she held her cloak tightly closed. “What is with my suit today?” She pondered as she started passing staff and Servants on her way to the Command room, using her free hand to deftly massage her tender scrotum to alleviate it’s itch.
“Father! Anyone! Someone, hear me!” Yelling as loud as she could, Mordred’s entire existence was completely hidden under her unaware father’s musky ball sack. She had never been more humiliated nor had such a raging shame boner in all her life. Gently kneaded into the tacky, wrinkled flesh sack, she had to endure and wait for a chance to get away.
*****
It was bad enough to be stuck under her father’s nuts when she slept or on the way to the Command Room but since Rayshifting being sandwiched between the rigid leather saddle and squishy heavy balls, Mordred was subjected to a whole new level of pressure constantly bearing down on her. The heat and sweat became exponentially worse when Artoria entered battle to protect Ritsuka from wandering hostile forces of the Singularity. Every thrust of the top heavy King’s Holy Lance apply the full weight of her regal ‘lance’ on the Rebellious Knight and if the heavy scent of battle sweated balls trapped in the bodysuit wasn’t bad enough, the funk of decades worth of odor soaked up by the King’s saddle permeated up from below. She wasn’t just soaked by it, she was practically drowning in it. Her mouth no longer registered the foul liquid that she was forced to drink just to breath tainted air, and her stomach had accepted the royal perspiration, welcoming it as the only source of Mana she had come to realize she was getting.
“Both Merlin and Mother once told me trace amounts of Mana could be found in people’s bodily fluids. Didn’t think I’d ever have to resort to something so demeaning, sucking my Father’s nuts for sustenance…” Relishing the comparative reprieve of crushing pressure between combat encounters, Mordred lapped up more of Artoria pungent perspiration as the heat radiating off her body threatened to steam her alive. She had a good amount of Mana when she had shrunk initially, but through the night and into the morning she had noticed the amount used to sustain her Contract wasn’t being replenished. “Since telepathic communication with Master is dependent on the flow of Mana between us, I should have realized it sooner. Man, today sucks…”
Unaware of her son drinking from her sweat-laced balls, Artoria had other things to concern herself with as she rode double with her Master on her loyal stead, Dun Stallion. She fidgeted awkwardly as they strode calmly across the blasted wasteland between the alabaster city and rugged mountains of the Singularity. Though the cause of her discomfort wasn’t from Mordred’s efforts to replenish her Mana reserves, but rather the impossibly soft cheeks of the red headed girl’s backside rubbing her still erect member through her clothing. “M-Master… there is a time and pl-place for such… such actions.” She tried to say between sensual moan and heavy breathing. “It is… inappropriate to… to… ahn!”
Cutting off her nearly Divine Servant, Ritsuka pulled her butt away so she could reach back and cup Artoria’s weighty balls in her hand. Giggling, she rested her head back on the Lancer’s shoulder and whispered into her ear. “You soak the back of my panties, pantyhose and skirt like that and want to talk about inappropriate?” Playfully, she nibbled on Artoria’s earlobe, causing a shiver to run down her spine and a torrent of milky precum to flood up through her royal blue bodysuit. “And where would be more appropriate, my well endowed King? Should I come to your room tonight so you can… correct my misbehavior?”
In a meek manner alien to the formidable ruler of Brittannia’s normal behavior, Artoria rested her chin on Ritsuka’s shoulder and nodded. “Y-Yes…” Because they were, as far as they knew, alone, the busty King of Knight’s allowed her response to sound as much like an order as it did a request. Releasing one of the reigns, she pulled her beloved Master closer. “Though, I will… o-overlook any f-f-further misdemeanor until t-then.” Breathing deeply, she drew as much of her Master’s scent in as she could, rolling her hips forward into Ritsuka’s backside.
“Oh my, what I naughty King.” Not letting up on her teasing, the young Master raised her butt to better slip the girthy rod between its embrace. “It seems I’m not the only one who’ll require strict… guidance.” Leaning forward to lay on the white stallion’s neck, the mischievous redhead whispered into its ear. “You’re Master wouldn’t mind if you made the ride a bit… bumpier. Would you mind?”
Turning his head to see the two women on his back, Dun Stallion whinnied and bucked its hind legs, catching Artoria off guard and causing her to fall forward onto Ritsuka’s back.
“Ah! D-Dun Sta-!” Unaware of what her Master had done, Artoira was at a loss for why her stead was acting up. He had always gracefully carried her everywhere they went. She knew it could be rough keeping her balance when he sprinted at a full gallop, but she never had any trouble with him when they were riding casually. However, before she could finish chastising him, Dun Stallion threw his forelegs back, tossing her back into the seat of her saddle with Ritsuka landing in her lap giggling. Her Master kept her shaft firmly tucked between her pert buttocks as her stead bucked his hind legs again, throwing them forward once more. “Dun Stallion! M-Master!”
As soon as someone’s hand picked her and her father’s overwhelming nut up, Mordred did everything in her power to at least get them to notice her. Given their Master’s personality, she figured Ritsuka was the one manhandling her, but with a face full of scrotum she couldn’t find a gap to call out to her. Then, a finger not only pressed right into her, it began to rub around her, rolling her helplessly across the slick sperm bank. “Master! Master can you hear me? Can you feel me? Stop being so horny and please feel me!” Hoping the attention was conscious, Mordred wiggled to improve the chances that either her father or Master would check to see what the squirming lump was.
However, instead she was dragged up Artoria’s sack along with Ritsuka’s finger and pressed into the meaty shaft. The sour taste in her mouth told her that it wasn’t just sweat she was drinking anymore, as a thick stream spread down, soaking more and more of Artoria’s crotch. When the jerking and bucking started, small moments while suspended in the air caused the material around her to loosen, but Mordred didn’t fall out of the Lancer’s clothes during these moments. Pushed by the finger that teased it’s way all the way up the lengthy rod, Mordred could tell how close she was getting to the head of the massive phallus by how hard it got to swallow the sexual fluids encasing her head.
“Geez, how backed up are you Father? This shit is so thick I’d have an easier time chewing it! And this is just precum? Hell, I’ve never blown a load this thick.” The Saber of Red complained despite the fact that her body didn’t reject the pungent liquid at all. If asked, she’d not only deny it, but separate the head for any jackass that suggested she actually enjoyed her father’s precum, but the only problem she had with it was it was too thick to swallow easily. “Damnit… Why’d I have to come to you for help?” She wondered, knowing her cheeks were flush from more than the excessive heat as she gulped down another mouthful, despite having enough air to breath at the moment. However, as she probed deeper for more Mana rich fluids, Mordred’s head slipped into a tight crevice of the hot, spongy flesh of Artoria’s cock head and expanded a bit to release a fresh wave of precum and then constricted, holding her head tight under the oozing liquid’s surface. “Shit! Am I where I think I am?” Trying to pry herself free, the oppressive finger on her back applied more pressure as it twisted, threatening to shove her completely inside!
Having signal Dun Stallion to stop bucking after only a minute or two, Ritsuka was enjoying herself. She laid back into Artoria’s soft and cushioned embrace as they kissed while she continued to play with the most majestic cock in all of Chaldea. “Oh, not just yet, my ridiculously stacked King.” Feeling Artoria freeze up and begin to let out a sultry moan, she really ground her finger into her Servant’s sensitive urethra.
More of Mordred’s body slid into her father’s tight cock tunnel as it expanded and her Master shoved harder on her back. A shudder worked up the girthy meat rod and the tiny Saber knew exactly what was about to happen. “Shit… I’m gonna drown in one of Father’s loads? Pathetic…” She couldn’t fight it, and when the gaping slit constricted again she was pulled deeper with ease.
Her own lust overflowing, an itch she hadn’t been able to scratch since that morning, Artoria held her Master, her lover, tight as she was on the cusp of orgasm. She felt her testicles tighten up, ready to pump her cum into the air and likely stain both her suit and Ritsuka’s skirt. Just one more trust and she’d tip over the edge.
But then Ritsuka broke off from their lip lock and smiled mischievously. “I, Fujimaru Ritsuka, order by my Command Seal. Artoria, you are not to ejaculate until I say so!”
Opening her eyes wide in shock, Artoria felt the flood in her loins halt and the tension of orgasming fade without any of the satisfaction. Her member was still at full mast and showing no signs of softening, if anything she was hornier than ever. However, this wasn’t the first time her Master had issued such a command. Flustered, frustrated and flush, knowing that their fun wasn’t over just yet, she smiled at the playful redhead who knew her so well. “You realize… that the punishment for teasing a Goddess… is quite steep… and quite…” Grinding her cock into Ritsuka's backside, she whispered firmly and sultry in her ear. “... thorough.”
Her orange eye lighting up with anticipation, Ritsuka stole another kiss from the beautiful Lancer and rubbed her soaked panties with a smile on her lips. “Oh, that sound… rough.” She said, still grinding her finger into the head of Artoria’s cock. Bringing the precum slathered digit up to her mouth, she licked the viscous liquid and returned to stroking her Lancer Servant through the bodysuit as they patrolled the Camelot wasteland.
In the heat of the moment and subsequent twitches, constrictions, grinding and unintentional squirming, Mordred could tell that there wasn’t a single part of her body that wasn’t being borderline crushed by the pressure of her father’s hard on all around her. “Hey! I came out of Father, I’m not supposed to go back!” She panicked as she was drawn deeper down each inch of the huge cock. “Please, Master! Father! Get me out of here. Help!”
She could barely breathe the hot, fleshy wall hugged her so tightly, and in the deepest folds of the sperm tunnel her face was smeared with old clumps of ejaculate that was just never cleared out. Unlike normal humans, Servant’s don’t need to use the bathroom, so like herself, Artoria only used her manhood to bust a nut, and precum doesn’t have the kind of pressure necessary to clear out the tightest of crevices. But the tiny Saber’s face and body were perfect to scrape clean all the built up leftovers, and if she wanted to breathe the heady fumes for the little oxygen she could get, Mordred had no choice but to swallow it.
“Father’s seed… Heh, I could have ended up stuck in one of these dark crevices, if not for Mother. Though I suppose I was intended for Guinevere instead.” Somehow, the deeper she was drawn down her Father’s cock, the calmer she became and despite the turbulent motions of horseback riding, her Master and Father didn’t seem to be going at it as hard anymore. With little more to do then clean up the cum coated flesh tunnel, Mordred could help but think. Think about where she came from, what she had done, and what she wanted from her father. The tight folds rubbed and embraced her own erection and it felt really good. “Mmm, Father… All I wanted was for you to accept me as your heir… You were so strong, proud… and beautiful.” Without realizing it, she began to move her hips, probing the undulating tunnel around her and when she got a twitch in response, her heart fluttered for a moment. “Heh. Even if you don’t acknowledge me, your body seems to notice me just fine.” Pumping her hips more earnestly, there was an exhilaration in hearing the pounding heartbeat around her speed up as she moved. It didn’t take long before her body spasmed in orgasm as she made a sticky mess that nobody would ever know about in her Father’s magnificent cock. “Father. Father… Hold me tighter. Please, notice me more, even if only like this.” She pleaded innocently, almost childishly as she clung to the one person she looked up to the most. The embrace was a bit tighter and more sweltering than she imagined, but this warmth and scent, it was unmistakably her Father’s.
On shaky legs, Artoria stumbled into her room and was barely able to make it to her bed to collapse. It had taken all of her will power to compose herself after returning to Chaldea and get to her door. Shifting not just her armor, cape and boots, but also her bodysuit to spirit form, she opened the secret compartment in the wall above her bed and pulled out the scaled replica of her Master’s lower torso. Her lust hadn’t subsided in the least, if anything her cock and balls had been extra sensitive all day and she couldn’t wait for Ritsuka to visit her later that night. Using the copious amounts of precum she hadn’t stopped leaking, she was easily able to slide her huge member into the tight artificial love hole.
While she is always sure to present herself in a regal manner befitting a King, behind closed doors Artoria indulges in her lust with bestial ferocity. She violently rammed her aching rod as deep as her toy would allow, flinching as her tender sack slammed into it shortly after only to pull back the full length of her shaft to do it away. She wasn’t even think clearly, just imagining the custom sex toy as the gift giver herself and moaning for an orgasm that wouldn’t come… not without permission for her Master anyway.
Hours passed by the time her legs gave out, Artoria’s member still showing no sign of settling down as she just laid balls deep into the sextoy. “Master... It’ll soon be time for bed.” She thought aloud, gently massaging her balls. Despite not being able to cum, her self-pleasuring was oddly gratifying for some strange reason.
“Ah, ah… Artoria? Can you hear me?” The redheaded Master in question asked via telepathy. “It doesn't look like I can make it to your… ‘lecture’ tonight. Mash picked up a strange reading not too long ago and it looks like a minute Singularity might form soon if we don’t do something. Da Vinci-chan ordered me to bed so I can Rayshift first thing in the morning.”
Sitting up on her bed, her cock pulling free of the hole synthetic hole it was filling with a squelching ‘pop’, Artoria felt the tip poke at the bottom of her breasts. “Master, this is not what we agreed on.” She responded as calm and composed as she could, but the longing and want in her slightly husky tone betrayed her true intentions. Her erection pulsed with every heartbeat, and a toy wasn’t going to do it anymore. She needed something soft, warm and slimy wrapping around her cock and soon!
“Oh, don’t worry so much. I promise to come see you the moment I get back. It shouldn’t take longer than a month or so. Good night!” There was a playfulness to her voice that was plain to see and Artoria anxiously looked at her painfully erect cock. Ritsuka was teasing her, drawing out their cum-denial play as long as she could. Minute Singularities can easily be settled in a week or two, rarely ever more.
Spreading her breasts to slide her hot shaft between, Artoria resumed fondling her balls as she gave herself a paizuri. It was painfully obvious to her why Ritsuka would do this to her… again. “When Master allowed me to cum after merely two weeks… ahhh, the release felt so incredible! Even if I had to pick Master up so she could reach the ceiling to clean up the mess.” Giggling sultrily to herself, she remembered how she ‘punished’ Ritsuka once she finished by slowly lowering her onto her cock and holding her aloft with just her erection. “Master quivered so pleasantly then… though hiding this for the next month will be rather difficult.” Just thinking of all the trouble she went through before and the smug look on Ritsuka’s face knowing Artoria’s circumstances at the time was… worrying. But Ritsuka enjoyed seeing her troubled face… and she had to admit it was quite arousing.
During the course of the day, Mordred had remained unnoticed and descended the entire length of Artoria’s cock. She was surrounded by sticky cum that continued to fill the flesh sack and threatened to drown her if she didn’t drink enough of it. Being tossed around with every step her father took, she was the main contribution to the King of Knight’s arousal not passing. More concerning though, was her inability to pry her way back into the cum-laced tunnel that led her to where she was and the Lancer’s inability to ejaculate. “How long do you plan on playing with yourself Father! At this point I don’t care if I’m shot out with your next load… actually, if you’re getting your dick sucked I’d rather not… but how long are you going to keep me here with all my unborn siblings?” Almost as if to comfort the shrunken Saber, a series of repeated light squeezes of the nut she was stuck in had the warm, slimy walls embraced her. “... Well, I guess it’s not so bad. But how long will it take before someone notices I’m gone? Even though I came from here, I doubt anyone would think to look for me in Father’s balls.” Caressing a spot on the fleshy wall that Artoria’s finger was pressing against, Mordred was eerily at peace. Would she be forgotten and left to soak in her father’s sperm?
Whatever her fate, Mordred realized that she never could beat her father’s mighty lance.
The lack of light was the hardest thing to adjust to first. With the pulsing walls of flesh around her, and the constant flow of ball batter so thick it coated the sides of her throat every time she drank some of it, the blonde-haired, tomboy Saber knew that escape was impossible for her. She didn’t know how long she had been trapped for, but multiple days had to have passed since she was unknowingly fed to her father’s majestic and powerful member. Her only hope for escape was for the Lancer version of Artoria to ejaculate, and she’d try to go along with the flow since she wasn’t strong enough to pry open the orifice sealing her in.
The violent, near-constant shaking was the next thing she needed to get used to. After getting trapped in her nut, Mordred wasn’t sure if the more physically matured Artoria always acted in such an undignified manner when nobody was looking, or if being unable to cum for days on end was making her masturbate so frequently. In either case, her small, tight prison was slamming into something more often than not as of late. Even over the pounding heartbeat of her unaware detainer, the muffled sultry moans echoed through her and ignited her lust.
However, in the privacy of the mighty Lancer’s testicle, away from the eyes of others, Mordred was able to be more honest with herself. While it wasn’t as she had imagined she’d get the love and recognition she wanted from the King of Knights, it was more than she ever got before. The salty sea of seed that threatened to drown her numbed her mind, got her hard, and made her want to submit to Artoria. No longer was she complaining to herself or the nobody else around to see her about having to soak in what could have become her siblings. She would only be trying to fool herself, and Artoria’s potent seed was too delicious to deny.
And so, as Artoria once more thrust her hips like an animal into someone or something, Mordred was tossed from one wall to the next, cock in hand as she pumped it furiously. An enormous hand from the outside was periodically squeezing her tightly, trying to bring the blonde Lancer to some sort of release.
Damn, Father. You’ve been going at it like a beast for days now! That’s some stamina for ya! Used to life in Artoria’s nut by now, Mordred was taking more enjoyment in the beautiful Lancer’s sexual frustration. C’mon, squeeze harder! Tighter! Crush me if you can. I’m right here, Fatheeeeeeeer!! Cumming weakly herself, Mordred’s ejaculation was lost to Artoria’s semen as the dignified king slammed her hips harder a couple more times before coming to an unsatisfied rest. Relaxing into the tender flesh walls surrounding her, Mordred smiled. Guess I’m stuck for another day. Oh well. Could be worse.
Panting from exhaustion and covered in sweat, Lancer Artoria laid face down on her bed, her erection hilted on the sex toy modeled after her Master’s nethers, frustratingly unable to fill it with her seed. Constrained by a Command Seal that denied her orgasm until RItsuka allowed it herself, normally it wouldn’t have been this big of an issue.
It’s only been a few days, but this is entirely unlike the last time Master sealed my ejaculations. She thought, gently massaging her slightly swollen testicles as she caught her breath and stood up. Her majestic ‘lance’ hadn’t softened once in the past few days, so the onahole was picked up off the bed with her member. Pulling the toy off, she stored it away and got dressed to leave her room. Even in her body suit, her massive manhood bulged out, stretching up into the underside of her breasts and the tip was poking out of her cleavage. The scent of her precum fills her nostril, making her want to masturbate again. “I just hope Master doesn’t summon me to fight with this… I pray for her swift and safe return.” Manifesting her cloak to hide her erection, she cupped her painfully-swollen testicles as she went to get a late-night shower, hoping no other Servants would be around at this time.
It’s not going away. It’s not going away. It’s not going away. It’s not going away. Unable to think of anything but her raging hard-on, a full week had passed and Artoria was barely able to keep her composure as she returned to her room from the cafeteria. Her cloak had allowed her to hide her erection quite easily all this time but it also trapped the scent of her lust in as well, leaving the only exit to funnel all of the fumes almost directly up her nose. Her sensitive testicles, slapping from one thigh to the other as she walked, did nothing to help calm her mind, but with the arousing scent assailing her senses as well, her thoughts were laced with lust. The onahole Master gave me isn’t helping anymore. It’s becoming loose and wearing down from my constant masturbation, but I can’t stop myself. What more can I do?
“Oh, my King!”
Hearing a gallant voice call to her, Artoria focused all her willpower on composing herself. No matter what, she couldn’t disgrace herself in front of one of her knights. Turning around, she was met by three of the Knights of the Round Table, Gawain, Tristan, and Bedivere. “Well met, good sirs. Have you need of my aid?”
“It’s nothing too serious, my King. We’re simply looking for Mordred.” Gawain said as he and the others approached, bowing their heads. “No doubt up to mischief again.”
“You shouldn’t assume the worst of Sir Mordred like that, Sir Gawain.” Speaking up for the missing knight, Bedivere reprimanded the Knight of the Sun.
While nodding in agreement, there was a pensive look on Tristan’s face. “Though, trouble does seem to find Sir Mordred, one way or another. How tragic…”
“Hm. Now that you mention it, I have not seen my son lately.” Artoria said after a moment. “That said, my instincts tell me that Sir Mordred is not too far away either. I’m sure you all have no need to worry.”
“Yes, my King!” The three said in unison.
Nodding and trying to keep her stoic expression, Artoria’s testicles throbbed as they filled with more of her thick seed, waiting to be released. Her cock twitched in excitement and a fresh wave of the pungent scent of her precum filled her lungs. “V-Very well. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I am going to retire to my room.”
“Of course,” Gawain said, bowing again as Artoria turned to leave.
“You are looking a bit flush, my King. Would you allow us to escort you to your room?” Bedivere asked, noticing something off about her.
Stopping for a moment, the Lancer King of Knights thought about bringing one of them back to her room. If I so order it, my Knights will obey…
With her mind already filled with indecent thoughts, as she glanced back at them, she could imagine each of them on her bed as she took them. The big, strong, muscular Gawain, glistening with sweat as she embraced him from behind, or the slimmer, graceful Tristan, moaning like a cheap whore.
Even for one so rugged, I may end up breaking Sir Gawain, and I wonder what song Sir Tristan would sing under me… Her eyes finally stopping on Bedivere’s slender, delicate body, he had next to no muscle definition and was the most effeminate of the male knights. And Sir Bedivere… even Master has expressed interest in making him her bride, though I doubt-!? Realizing her sexual frustration was corrupting her thoughts, Artoria shook her head to think clearer. “N-No, that will not be necessary.” Hastening her return to her room, the blonde king clutched her cape closed. Master… I pray for your swift and safe return… for my Knights’ sake as well.
Having given up on the futile task of keeping track of time, Mordred had no idea how long she had been in Artoria’s nut. For that matter, she wasn’t even entirely sure which nut she was in. All she had known for an unmeasurable amount of time was violent shaking, muffled, husky moans, and drinking what could have been her siblings just to breathe. Though ‘drinking’ may not be the most accurate word to describe ingesting the thick dick milk.
In the beginning, she was able to keep the levels of fermenting spunk down with ease. Depending on how voracious she was, she could empty the sac of Artoria’s little swimmers entirely. However, for a while now, she had been bathing up to her crotch in the thick mess no matter how much of it she drank.
Softly nibbling on the pulsating walls surrounding her, beating her meat as the Lancer version of her father rutted desperately against something, Mordred was content with her containment. Geez, Father, who are you trying to knock up with all of this jizz? Well, since ya make so much, ya shouldn’t mind me taking some, right? Using the pleasant feeling liquid as lube to fap with, her body had adjusted to being in Artoria’s that she could absorb the Mana from her sperm without even ingesting it anymore. Licking her lips though, she bent down and filled her cheeks to bursting with the stuff and swallowed happily as she continue to jerk herself off and caress the slimy walls with her free hand and feet. Mmmm! So rich and creamy! I mean, I’d have either drowned long ago or died to Mana exhaustion if I didn’t, but after all this, it’s gonna be hard not eating your jizz, Father.
Enjoying her containment to the fullest, the rebellious tomboy blew her own, tiny, watery load into the sea of Artoria’s spunk. The level of semen rose again, not in response to the minuscule amount she unleashed, as Artoria’s body produced more of her own, bringing the level back up to Mordred’s crotch once more.
Well, shit. If Father keeps increasing the pace… I might actually drown in here yet.
Due to how Heroic Spirits are recorded into the Throne of Heroes and subsequently summoned by Chaldea, it isn’t uncommon for different versions of the same Servant to be summoned. This idea was first proven by the King of Knights and Hound of Ulster and has been expanded on as their roster of Servants grew. But this wasn’t limited to just the ‘original’ concept of a mythological figure’s Spirit Origin, but even the derivatives.
Striding confidently through the halls of Chaldea’s headquarter with no less dignity than the Lion King but an air of intimidation than the more emotionally reserved Lancer, the King of Storm made her way toward Artoria’s room. If the Knights’ reports are correct, she hasn’t come out of her room for a week. She thought as she approached the Lion King’s door. A slightly flushed face, uncharacteristic impatience, and a strong, powerful odor lingering where she passes. It would appear Master is up to her mischief once again.
As an example of Alters and their ‘originals’ not sharing the same memories of their lives before becoming Servants, her relationship with the Lion King was more amicable than most who share their circumstances. Perhaps because their origins were so ill-defined as ‘figures that might have been’ to begin with, rather than viewing her as a perversion of her morals and ideals, the Lion King accepted her as an equal possible existence. As such, though Chaldea’s database registered her as an Alter, Lancer Artoria proposed they refer to one another by the color of their armor instead.
“White One, are you in?” Knocking on her other’s door, she waited for the white-armored Lancer’s reply.
While their physical features were identical, she bore the trademark, but not quite homogeneous, signs of her Alter nature. Slightly paler blonde hair, amber irises, black clothing, and a dark, spikey crown, giving a more menacing visage of the inhuman king that could have been. Like the Lion King, she also wore a skin-tight bodysuit, only more revealing with a hole that revealed her stomach and underbust, and gaps that exposed her underarms and inner thighs. If she donned her dark, spikey-scaled armor and cloak, all of her alabaster skin would be covered, but without her steed, Llamrei, she usually forgoes the bulky hindrance.
If Master has, once again, used a Command Seal to deny White One’s orgasms, then that means it’s been roughly two weeks. Knocking once more after not receiving a reply, she sighed and opened the door, and quickly entered to block off the sounds and smells that she had predicted were being sealed within. And those predictions, while mostly accurate, underestimated how severely the emerald-eyed Lancer’s pent-up lust was.
Entering and locking the door behind in less than a breath, she was hit by the heavy odor of sweat and precum that was saturating the air, and the husky, wanting moans of the naked woman on the bed were both beautiful and animalistic. The Lion King was thrusting her hips into the onahole modeled after their Master, stretched out and worn down beyond recovery from overuse and the unrestrained strength of a Servant with B-Rank Strength. It couldn’t have been satisfying to use at all anymore, but there was also a lack of anything else for her to use.
Happy that she locked and locked the door so quickly, the amber-eyed Lancer approached the bed. Seeing her other act in such an undignified manner, slamming her hips so violently into a broken mass of silicone, she couldn’t hold her in contempt for it. “I suppose we really are one-in-the-same, White One. That sultry voice, those powerful thrusts. I know them well.” She said as she sat on the bed. If anything, she was the one to indulge in her lust a bit more honestly, so seeing this was as reassuring as it was arousing.
“B-Black One!? I-Is Master back yet?” Unable to stop seeking an orgasm magically denied to her, Artoria looked at her amber-eyed woman, looking at her with understanding and empathy. “I need something more than this. Something warm and tight to… to… I need Master.”
Shaking her head, the Altered Servant reached out and stroked her sexually frustrated other’s cheek. “While it sounds like Master is fine, her mission is taking a bit longer than expected.” She didn’t see herself as either superior or inferior to the Lion King, but right now she did feel like she had a bit of control over her. “But I understand your dilemma.” Disrobing by shifting the revealing bodysuit she wore to Spirit form, she held up her own erection for Artoria to see. The powerful, lustful scent of the room had her extremely aroused, and her womanhood ached to be ravaged the way the stretched-out, abused sex toy had been. “Would you like some help?”
“B-Black One…” It wasn’t the first time one of them had helped the other manage their lust before. They were so similar that neither saw it as any different than masturbating. “Th-Thank you!” Unable to hold herself back, one of the reasons she had locked herself in her room was because she was concerned she might pounce on someone if her control slipped for any reason. Grabbing the pale-eyed Artoria and pulling her down on the bed, the Lion King plunged the full length of her member into the Storm King’s rear.
Just inserting her cock into something warm, tight, and of a new shape would have been enough to have her cum on the spot, but as was the case for the past two weeks, the magic of Ritsuka’s Command Seal acted as an impassable barrier, letting her edge close to climax, but not beyond. Her wave of lust slammed against it hard, but the Seal held fast.
However, even with her ejaculation denied, Artoria felt her libido strengthen as the tunnel of powerful ring muscles squeezed her tightly. “Soooo tiiiiiiiight! Black O-One!” Pressing her body down on her other, she wrapped her arms around the woman’s slender frame, squeezing her equally huge breasts and stroking the large, thick member. “Oh! Maaaster! I want to cum so badly!!!”
Oh? Is Father finally banging Master? Immediately able to tell, just from the feel of the impact of her testicular prison plapping against something on the outside, that Artoria was no longer using the sex toy for masturbation. Whatever it was was warmer and absorbed the force of the blonde King’s thrusts in a way the silicone toy didn’t have the mass to. Wait, if that’s true… does that mean I’m going to get evicted soon? There’s no way Father could resist busting a nut in Master!
The prospect of freedom was a complicated emotion for her. The extended period of exposure to the slightly Divine-influenced Lancer’s lustful energies and potent seed permeated every Ether-fiber of her being. She had adjusted and grown accustomed to living in her Father’s balls.
I… I don’t want to leave. Even if Master isn’t blowing Father currently, I can feel more love and acceptance from Father in a single second in here than I could from all my time serving as a Knight! Bracing herself on the squishy, pulsating walls, she readied herself to resist the ejaculation she believed would be coming soon, but still tried to assist in Artoria’s orgasm. I’ll help you, Father. Just… let me stay in here!
Impaled on the emerald-eyed Artoria’s long cock, the Altered Lancer quickly held a hand to her mouth as the contents of her stomach got churned by the violent humping. Helping her other masturbate was always so fulfilling, if not a bit uncomfortable as she was able to reach places normally too deep for most, but today she was even more forceful than she usually was. Ahhhn~! Oh, White One… Y-You’ve been at your l-limit for too long. If Master had tried to take you… Each thrust of her other self shook her to her Spirit Core, the shockwaves rattling her brain. Any sense of holding back was as thoroughly crushed as a frail human’s body would have been had Artoria gotten ahold of them.
Even the Lion King’s technique in handling her rod was not as refined as it normally was. The grace of her long, slender fingers was stolen by clumsy impatience. Yet, the more forceful pleasuring had an appeal of its own that the Altered Servant could appreciate. One of the true differences in their bodies was the size and shape of their cocks. Unlike the Lion King’s, which stood tall, rigid, and inspired a sense of awe, fully piercing her cleavage from below at full mast, the Storm King’s tip barely brushed against her underbust. However, the girth of hers was unlike her other’s, requiring two hands to handle properly, giving it, like her, a more intimidating and daunting presence when the two were compared.
Rough masturbation like this… White One has never let me experience it before, it’s not bad… Holding a hand to her stomach as the long phallus bulged out from it with every thrust, the pain she felt wasn’t enough to overshadow the euphoric satisfaction. However…
Catching the lust-crazed Artoria off-guard as she slammed their bodies together once more, the more merciless Lancer, rolled over on the bed, pinning her other under her. Sitting up as the sudden reversal forced Artoria to release her grip, the battle-minded Lancer mounted her other and twirled around to smirk victoriously down. She tightened every muscle she could around the heated shaft of flesh filling her and rubbed her stomach, before leaning forward until her fat cock was buried in the soft embrace of a hefty chest.
“I offered… my help… White One.” She said, sliding her hips slowly forward, burying her cock further into the Lion King’s chest as she enjoyed watching the agonizing pleasure melt her mirrored self’s face more. “Not… to be used.” Slamming her hips back down until she hit the base of the long member inserted into her, she felt the euphoria of having both her sexes pleasured simultaneously.
The emerald-eyed blonde didn’t care how she was pleased at this point, squeezing her breasts together to increase the pressure they provided to the member between them. Her body tightened up again, but her long-awaited climax was halted as if it running into the impenetrable walls of Camelot. Yet, even just feeling her blood pumping through her erection was enough to bring her to the cusp of another orgasm. “Ahhn~! Black One! M-More. This isn’t… enough!” Her testicles were heavy, swollen, and tingled as more and more of her seed filled them.
Sitting up and gyrating her hips on the Lion King’s crotch, the amber-eyed woman reached behind her and grabbed her inflated scrotum, squeezing it tightly. “My… these are… quite full… Give it to… me.”
Scrambling to adjust her hold to prevent accidentally accompanying the semen surrounding her when it finally did get pumped out of her Father’s balls, Mordred had never been so thankful for Artoria’s inability to cum before. Between the powerful thrusts, the spinning, and having the swallow enough seed to create a bubble to breathe in, she had lost her previous grip and had collided with the tightly sealed orifice that led to freedom.
Geez, can’t be Master Father’s banging. Even I’m feeling sore here. Unable to find any purchase on the slick walls, she was still attempting to aid in pleasuring the Lion King in some way, though any success she might have found in this endeavor she wouldn’t know. But if not Master, then who is Fath-hrngh!
As she continued to tight and brace herself against something, the Knight of Rebellion was squeezed from all sides as something beyond her Father’s body wrapped around her. The force was much more powerful than anytime Artoria played with her balls in an effort to relieve the pressure in them too. Her bones strained under the overwhelming constriction and she couldn’t even expand her lungs to breathe.
F-Fath… ther… Her face pressing into the opening at the top of Artoria’s nut, Mordred’s head was about to give in and be crushed when, in an instant, the impenetrable barrier loosened. Huh!? Feeling her face slid into a narrow tube, the tomboyish knight struggled to resist as the condensed seed propelled her further along. No! No, no! Father! Don’t nut me out of you! Let me stay. I belong in your balls! Mother stole me from you, so just let me stay now that I’m back. Please! She was too weak to stop herself, as her shoulders, arms, hips, legs, and finally, feet slipped into the tube. She was caught in the flow of something far beyond her strength, the end of her Father’s abstinence.
Perhaps it was a testament to how powerful even the most ridiculous of orders backed up by a Command Seal could be, or maybe it was proof of the extent one had to go through to break such a binding seal. For almost two full weeks, she hadn’t known a moment’s peace. The pressure of dozens, if not hundreds of orgasms were denied to her bashing against the seal. Destroying her prized gift from her Master in an attempt to satisfy herself. Countless fantasies of bedding her beautiful, mischievous Master, or forcing herself on her Knights. The tight embrace of her other’s sex coiling around her. Getting her swollen scrotum squeezed in a vice-like grip. And that annoying tingle that she felt in her testicles the entire time. All of these needed to pile on top of one another before she was able to penetrate the magical barrier keeping her from release. Much like her Noble Phantasm, as if gaining the Pierce Invincibility trait, there was no stopping or defending from this ejaculation as her body was wracked in a pleasure more potent than any she had felt in her life.
Driven by pure, orgasmic instinct, she grabbed the hips of the Lancer riding her and pulled her down to the base of her twitching cock, her hips pushing up into the soft thighs as her back arched. “F-Finallyyyyyyyy~!”
“White On-!?” Having to cover her mouth as it felt like her stomach was about to be rammed up her throat, the amber-eyed Artoria’s sex tightened once more as the surge of thick ball batter rose up the mighty phallus piercing her. Before it even exploded from the tip, the dense magical energy flowed into her and she reached climax thanks to the soft pressure teasing her cock.
First came the potent, long-awaited ejaculation of the Lion King, cumming with a force that, from past experiences, would have splattered against the ceiling had she not been inserted into her Altered self. Massive deluges of weeks-old semen quickly filled and stretched out the slender woman’s toned core as she filled the Storm King’s womb and sex. A torrential gush of the foul-smelling seed exploded out from the drooling quim, covering and soaking her crotch and thighs, as well as spilling over the bedding and dripping onto the floor.
And in the midst of her most satisfying ejaculation, bursting forth from the depths of her cleavage, a thick spray of cum from the orgasming Alter splattered across her face. It had a more pungent scent than her own seed and had she not abstained for so long, the creamy spunk would be a bit thicker, but there was no way any normal load could compete with the thickness of hers currently. The warmth of the Storm King’s ejaculation flowed over her face, neck, and chest, defiling her flawless skin.
Out of breath from the short, but intense shared masturbation session, the Altered Lancer collapsed onto her other self. “F-Feeling… better… White One?” She asked through labored breathing as some of her own semen covered her lips and spread over her tongue.
Artoria didn’t say anything in reply, her mind numb from the blissful ejaculation as the weaker spurts continued to leak from her. Instead, she just embraced the Storm King, leaving her softening cock in the stretched-out sex. Ahh~ Finally… that annoyingly pleasant itch has gone away. She thought as the irritation in her scrotum that had been keeping her in a perpetual state of arousal seemed to have passed. As the other Artoria’s spunk dripped down into her agape mouth, she savored its taste and swallowed, thankful for the flavorful post-orgasm snack.
Despite trying to resist the entire way up her father’s cock, Mordred was shot out of the tight urethra with the first spurt of hot, sticky jizz that filled some narrow tube of flesh. Taking the brunt of the forceful ejaculation to the face, she was too disoriented and unable to grab onto the cockhead as it retreated slightly, leaving her against a wall deep in someone.
No, Father! C-Come back… Trying to return to the embrace she had grown accustomed to, she reached out to Artoria’s member, but the thickness of the cum and the pressure of it shooting into her pinned her to the depths she was ejected into.
However, Artoria’s member returned with a powerful thrust, slamming into the rebellious knight, breaching the orifice behind her, and plunging Mordred into a chamber far more spacious than the confinement she had been kicked out of. The deluge of cum continued for a while longer, draining what little stamina Mordred had left as she was caught between the slowly softening cock and undulating flesh.
With what little strength she did have left, Mordred drank up as much of her father’s seed as she could, but there was another flavor accentuating the robust flavor that she wasn’t familiar with, but complimented the spunk perfectly. Mmm… Who did Father nut me into? This taste is… comforting… Savoring the new flavor, she weakly tried to hold on to Artoria’s member as it softened and receded back, slowly exiting and threatening to leave her behind! N-No! No, Father, take me with you! Scrambling forward and feeling all over the spongey head, she desperately searched for the entrance to what she had claimed for her room. Come on. Where is it? Where is it!? Don’t go without me, Father. Keep me in your nut for longer.
She tried her best to find the tight urethra, but just as she did and before she could squeeze back in, Artoria’s behemoth had shrunk enough that the threshold she had breached in orgasm sealed behind her as she exited the chamber. Mordred wasn’t strong enough to keep her hold, so the orifice sealed her in, preventing her from following after.
Damn it! No! Father! Father, come back! Pounding on the wall that was blocking her, the blonde Saber tried to force her way through, but couldn’t. She was trapped in some other Servant. Fuck! Who is it? Who did Father cream pie? Huh? This magical energy… Upset that her one-sided bonding time with the figure she idolized had ended so abruptly, she was ready to lash out at whomever she was trapped in, but as she tried to sense the magical energy to try and identify the culprit, it was oddly similar to the wavelength of the semen she was floating in. Is Father’s dick milk confusing me, or am I in one of the other Fathers?
Recovering first from a wonderful orgasm, the amber-eyed Artoria pulled herself off her counterpart’s flaccid phallus, shuddering in pleasure as thick globs of cum poured from her nethers. Rubbing her stomach as the majority of the massive load stayed in her womb, something about it made her sex tingle as her body refused to part with it.
“Well, White One. I assisted you,” she said, looking down at the pleasure coma the emerald-eyed woman under her was slipping into, “now it’s only fair that you assist me.” Still rock hard despite ejaculating herself, the Altered Lancer inserted herself into the compliant Lion King and had a few rounds of fun herself, emptying her balls into the accepting sex. By the time she was finished, her partner had passed out into a blissful slumber, the first in the last couple weeks.
With her lust finally satisfied, even with the monstrously thick member pounding her, Artoria was able to actually fall asleep. Thank you… Black One.
Satisfied with the results of her checking in on her other, the Storm King got out of bed and looked back at the state she had left it in. Slathered in thick sheets of both of their ejaculations, the sleeping Lancer looked to be wearing a liquid nightdress.
“I’ll leave it to you to clean all this up, White One.” She said as she wiped off as much of the semen dripping off of her as she could, leaving it on the floor as she headed for the door and manifested her clothes. Licking her fingers and palms clean, she rubbed her slightly distended stomach, appreciating the weight of a potent load in her. It’d be a waste to absorb it all right away. Looking back once more as she stepped out of the room, she smiled softly as Artoira turned over in her sleep, revealing her broad, plump peach. “We’ll have to do this again sometime soon. Now, I have to get to the baths.”
Unable to truly tell what had happened, it wasn’t like Mordred could escape on her own either. Whether she was in another Artoria or not, she couldn’t escape and her unwitting captor was walking off with her.
Will they be able to feel me? Can I get back to Lion King Father? She wondered, allowing herself to float deeper into the ocean of cum surrounding her. And if I can…