The Valkyrie dematerialized her armor and most of her clothes. She was a lot shorter than Brynhildr, but her bust was of a good size, making it seem even larger due to her stature. Ortlinde didn't seem all that concerned with her appearance, her hood and necklace making it so there was a single leather binding that trailed down between the valley of her breasts and went down to the point that it hung over the smooth mound of her slit. The strange head wings the Valkyrie's had on them perked up, the pair twitching like antennae to push her hood down.
The red eyed Valkyrie looked up at you. "Is something wrong?"
I paused and stared at her for a moment. "That necklace thing makes me think of bondage equipment." There was no reason for that strap other than to lead along the cute Shield-Maiden around like a pet. Odin was a strange God that gave wonderful gifts to mankind.
Ortlinde stared for a moment before blinking. "What is bondage?"
"Oh, it is when certain things are involved in sexual actions. Like when Bryn has me handcuff her to stop the stabbing attempts, or when she gets to tie me up and have her way with me in whatever depraved ways she likes."
"Onee-sama does not seem like the kind of person who would do the latter," She deadpanned. "Though she has become like a human so that is possible."
I smiled at her. "Don't worry about it." I hummed, eyes still locked on the strap. "Anyways, it is the nature of Valkyries to serve, well in a manner of speaking."
"Correct," Ortlinde closed her eyes. "I will serve you in this manner if you desire."
How many different kinds of cosplay could I put Ortlinde in? There were a lot of different things we could do, but I didn't want to take advantage of her. "Well, do you want to?"
Ortlinde jerked, her head twisting to the side while she kept her eyes closed. "That would be, as we are officially bound there is no reason for me not to do so."
"Would you like to serve me sexually?" I placed a hand on her shoulder. Ortlinde's legs twitched at the touch. "I won't do anything you don't let me do." She pressed her lips together, tensing up as her thighs clenched. I sighed and removed my hand. "Ok, that's a no."
She shook her head. "No, I will do what Elder Sister did."
"Is that it?" I grinned and cocked my head to the side. "What was that?"
"I will do the same things as Elder Sister Brynhildr," Ortlinde repeated, slowly relaxing so that I could see her nether regions beginning to shine with slick fluids.
"Mmmm," I leaned down so that I was eye level with her. "Is this something like giving yourself so that Bryn doesn't have to?"
Ortlinde glared at me. "Elder Sister would never submit herself to someone she does not care about. She gives herself to love completely and that causes problems for her."
I held my hand up. "Would you like it if I sign a Geass contract to uphold Bryn's integrity as best as I possibly can?" Ortlinde blinked at me. This probably was weird for the Valkyrie. "I put her happiness above my sex drive. It is rather simple."
She sniffed and looked away. "That would not be appropriate. I am under contract, as is Elder Sister, you are the Master."
"I am only your Master as long as you let me, you and your sisters could easily brutalize me beyond belief." I patted her head, taking extra care to get to touch her wing-hair. The prongs were fluffy and soft, not feeling like feathers at all despite having the appearance of them. "You can break it off if you want."
As I said that I noticed Ortlinde quiver, her skin flushing while one of her hands trailed lower to tug on the leash. "T-that is completely inappropriate," She gulped and took a step closer. "I will let you do what you want."
"Do you want me to do lewd things?" I rubbed her head more. "If you say that I will do it a-"
"Yes!" Ortlinde cut me off. The Valkyrie stood on the balls of her feet, raising herself up enough that our heads nearly collided. She…this Valkyrie was so cute!
I pulled her into a hug with one arm, twisting myself around so my chest was at her back while I vigorously brushed her hair. "This is happiness."
Ortlinde was quiet for a long while, enjoying the sensation of getting her hair brushed before she jittered and easily exited the embrace. Red eyes gave a very weak glare as the Valkyrie frowned. "You have strange interests."
"The fluffy wing hair must be examined," I leered at the twitching antennae atop her head. Ortlinde quickly covered them up with her hands and crouched. "They might get licked."
She spoke in a monotone that did nothing to dull the sharp barbs. "Master is a pervert."
"And Ort is adorable," I noted.
Ortlinde blushed. "My designation is Ortlinde not Ort. Though it is the sharp point of a spear."
"Yes," I made groping motions with my hands. "Rider, will your spear be in the way of me caressing those rabbit ear wings?" A spear of light appeared in her hands for a moment before dissipating. "I shall fondle them."
-Meanwhile with Caules-
Two of the Riders had suddenly fallen to the floor in twitching heaps. Their strange antennae twirling around like radar dishes as they spasmed. Berserker covered Assassin's eyes, but I couldn't help but keep watching as drool began to dribble out of the Shield-Maiden's mouths. "Master," Berserker growled. "Leave now."
Assassin hopped in place, trying to free herself of Berserker. "We want to see what is happening."
"No you don't you are a child!"
What was happening?
-Back to with Dardice-
Ortlinde rubbed her face into my lap while I used a Q-Tip to brush and clean her head-wings. Drool escaped her lips while she gave girlish giggles I had never expected to hear from the servant. These strange appendages were good culture. The Valkyrie groaned under my ministrations. "Ort is okay."
I smiled and continued cleaning the wings. Eventually I couldn't find section I hadn't inspected, so I switched out Q-Tips and started working on her actual ears. Ortlinde stifled a moan while Morgan finally got up from her previous perversion overload. The witch looked down at the mewling Rider. "I want to toy with her." She shot me an accusatory glare.
The Valkyrie ignored Morgan and touched her collar. "It is fine to try things." Morgan buried her face in the girl's admittedly larger bust and let out a scream that seemed to approximate to 'too cute.'
"Morgan, remember that as I am Bryn's husband and you are her wife Ort is like our little sister."
Green eyes glared at me. Her muffled voice gave the perfect argument. "That didn't stop me with my actual sister."
"She is a strange Freyja like woman," Ort noted. I simply nodded and placed a finger by her slit. Ort didn't protest, instead she wiggled her hips, tentatively drawing herself closer to my touch. I closed my eyes and focused on her body. One hand returned to petting her head while the other fingered her nether regions. Ort's lower lips yielded to me, easily letting two fingers into her velvety tunnel. Similarly to Bryn her folds sucked on my fingers, trying to draw me in closer so she could claim me as her own.
Ort stifled another moan, letting her mouth get covered up in Morgan's hair while I slowly bent and curled my fingers around inside her. No matter what I did the creases and folds of her cunt seemed ready to react. Smothering me with squeezes that were almost like a massage. "I wonder what would happen if we led you outside with just the collar?" Ort tightened while letting out an indeterminable sound into Morgan's hair. The witch seemed more focused on cuddling the Valkyrie's luscious chest than paying attention.
I hummed and drew my fingers out. Ort's pussy sucked on my fingers, clinging to me so as to prevent any escape from her affection. "Not around the castle, but in the city maybe. Just you and me together for anyone to see." Ort moaned, lifting her chin so the sound escaped unmuffled. "It would let everyone know that you are my Servant. My personal Valkyrie. If you and Bryn wanted I'd happily go to Valhalla with you to meet your father."
Without any warning Ortlinde spasmed, her pussy clamping down on my fingers to prevent exit as her love juices squirted from a sudden climax. Ortlinde covered her mouth with one hand, but her hips bucked, trying to get more of me inside her to deal with her pleasure. I moved my hand from her crown and instead started scratching her by the ear. "Do you want the moan course?"
She mumbled with her arms around Morgan as if the witch were a pillow. "Yes please."
"I really want to train Ort and help her find out what toys she likes," Morgan continued to cuddle the virginal Valkyrie. I couldn't agree more with the idea, but that could wait until later.
Before we could go further a heartshaped spear drove itself through the door. Its bulbous head dripping purple poison in anticipation to penetrate the heart of one beloved to its wielder's maidenly heart. Ortlinde groaned, her hands moving down to keep me in place while Bryn began to pull her spear back and forth to destroy the barrier between her and us.
Morgan clung to the young Valkyrie. "Bryn~ I want to spend time with your sister and make her call me Onee-sama like she does with you."
"Both of you," Bryn's tired sigh did not fit with her actions as she obliterated the door with her dripping wet spear. "Should know to wait until the War is dealt with."
We stared at her for a moment, letting that sentence sit there in the Ether. "But the war last time was turning a Magus into a sex pet?"
She flushed. "You know what I mean?"
"Focus on female magi?"
Bryn grabbed her sister and tried to scoop her up, but Ort's legs wrapped around my hips so that she could keep my fingers in her. This was going to be a long and painful night wasn't it? One where I wasn't going to finish.
AN
I mean really
Spoiler: Ortlinde and Thrud
They have long straps attached to those collars.
And the exception, Hildr, has a bow on her collar instead like a present.
Reines PoV-
Dealing with my adorable little cousin could be a handful. The hybrid magus had acquired an older appearance when we crossed over here, but she wasn't talking. Instead she just sulked in the corner of our newly acquired rooms while the absurdly tall and curvaceous servant she had summoned fawned all over her. Elaine was unresponsive, simply rocking herself back and forth awhile rubbing her fingers along the track suit she had somehow gotten.
I rolled my eyes. "Elaine, at least say something to your servant. If it is punishment or praise does not matter, it is only proper."
The girl slowly opened and closed her mouth before coming up with a reply. "I would prefer to nap through the war. Wake me for…entertainment." Her eyes drooped and soon I could hear snores from over there.
"She does that a lot, but is not a narcoleptic," I sighed. "Don't let her fool you."
Her Servant bowed, long hair falling to the ground as she did so, but I could feel my face twitch when her jiggly boobs bounced around. "I thank you for allowing one as flawed as myself to take care of your honored relative madame."
"Apologize with your ridiculous cow tits," I retorted without thinking about it. Those huge bountiful things were overripe to the point of bursting. All she did was smile at me and pat my head like I was some kind of child.
I ignored her and went through the summoning ritual. Something almost as ridiculous but much more understandable appeared within the mists and energies of the circle. A tanned woman with a dark tail and animal ears popping up from the top of her head. Dark turqoiuse eyes glimmered with a familiar kind of amusement. "Yes, I'm here~," She giggled in joy. "My name isn't really recorded in history, but I was called the Queen of the country of Sheba," The Servant grinned like a Cheshire Cat. "Please call me 'Sheba' anything else would cost more."
Was this what my dear Uncle and Teacher had described when it came to his own summonings? Being able to tell exactly what kind of relationship one would have? There was no dread, but I felt the same kind of joy he talked about when he realized at the very end that he had won. I couldn't help but give a witch-like cackle. "Oh, oh this Grail War shall be fun. Caster, we will be saving a little girl and a biker from an evil Witch Queen and Fake Saint."
Sheba blinked. "Did I get a crazy girl for a Master? If so this might be fun." She glanced over at Elaine and hummed. "So how did you guys get Command Seals?"
It was a rather simple story. "I hired people with rocket launchers to shoot at them when they were out of their workshops, then kidnapped them." The Mystic Code from Zelretch helped with the latter part.
The ancient Queen paused for a second. "How much did you pay them?"
"Less than what we got after looting their Workshops."
"You are my Master."
-Meanwhile with Dardice-
Cheiron smiled while the homunculi marched in formation, all of them bearing arms and armor crafted by Helena. Said Caster was currently standing by him in a modified version of the Yggdmillennia uniform the outfit bearing a greatcoat similar to her Colonel robot and capped with a military hat bearing the seal of Solomon. Helena whooped in joy. "The never before seen union of geniuses has brought about the Grand Army of the Republic."
I smiled while Cheiron had a somewhat horrified look on his face. With his Wisdom able to display and give skills at the A and B rank combined with Helena's Mahatma there was very little they couldn't do. The entire castle had become a Temple dedicated to Helena's eclectic magecraft, a perfect fit for the diverse family Darnic had created. Black Magic, Alchemy, Summoning, and the like were all specialties many within the organization had, and all were mastered and enhanced by Helena. Her Mana Tuning worked with the homunculi kept in tubes underground, enhancing their output and harmonizing them to power the entire base.
Homunculi, golems, elementals, undead, and more served as the army of Voivode Vlad Draculea. Through the combined efforts of Archer and Caster they had somehow made several Basilisks to act as incredibly large mounts. The Servants kept going over the combat tactics for the use of such creatures, their poison and size was good, but we needed to deafen them to help with the Rooster problem. Roche had gotten pouty about not getting his preferred Servant, but Helena eventually shut him up by making various golems that had an eerie similarity to Babbage.
Vlad glanced at a mote of light that quickly approached us. An Efreet the size of my hand flew around our heads and bowed. The fairy-like creature was composed of flame and charcoal shaped vaguely like a woman with horns longer than her torso. I felt information get put into my head as it reported.
The Lancer nodded as he received the report. "More have arrived to the Church, the Red Faction's Lancer and Archer it seems."
From the implanted memories it seemed like Karna and Atalanta were around now. "Helena, one of your heroes has entered the battlefield."
Purple eyes sparkled in joy. "An Indian Caster, a fellow explorer of the unknown seeking Mahatma?" She squealed, barely stopping herself from hopping up and down. Well, more of it was Vlad's hand on her shoulder, but she was trying to contain the jitters.
"Karna Sutaputra, son of Surya, Raja of Anga by the decree of his best friend," I hummed in thought. "Saber will be our best bet against him unless we manage to remove his invulnerability."
Vlad nodded. "A worthy opponent in our War." To have such an amazing opposite number on the other team must be a great gift to him.
Helena had a smug grin all over her face as she folded her arms. "Well, to have the Son of the Sun as our enemy will be interesting. I wonder if he'd be stronger in the day? Good for us that the war takes place at night.
Penny stalked onto the battlements, a troop of female homunculi. All of them were wearing clothes that looked just a bit too much like the Amazon outfit from FGO to be a coincidence. Truly this was the result of B Rank Charisma and Mama Pen's own nature. "There was an Efreet."
"Lancer of Red is Karna, while Archer is Atalanta the Chaste Huntress," I informed her.
The Amazon grinned with a mouth full of sharp looking teeth. "I haven't fought those two before, a battle with them, subordinates on each side, sounds like the best fight I'll have in ages."
Vlad chuckled. "Do not worry Queen Penthesilea, you will have your battle. The Charisma of a daughter of Ares, the Knowledge and Training of Cheiron, Tactics of the Dragonslayer, and numerous Magecrafts of Helena all mix well together do you not agree?"
Cheiron took a bow. "While I may still be a teacher, it is important to remember that all my students are excellent as well. Everyone has room for growth my Prince. Additionally, there is the Fateweaving ability of the Valkyries to take into account."
Penny cracked her knuckles. "I should ask them about a spar. They are daughters of a War God like me."
"I think a more proper comparison would be with Athena than your father," I added in.
She grumbled but nodded. "Yeah, Odin seems like one of those guys."
So far we hadn't seen Berserker, Caster, or Saber. Achilles had already been confirmed, but I wasn't really sure about the timeline of summonings and appearances. Other members of the family had confirmed that Jean Rum and Deimlet Pental had disappeared. The latter's brother was currently in the Church, probably entranced by Kotomine.
I closed my eyes and thought. If a certain someone had gotten sent over here along with me, that would make a lot of sense. "While I can't be certain about the state of things, three of the Servants of Red may be working against Amakusa.
Vlad nodded. "That will make things easier for us. A divided enemy is good."
Yeah, but the divided enemy might get led by Reines. A person who put great attention into learning my methods and not just my skills. Yet, if she was involved and got to Mordred the Saber would suffer. Possibly enough that she would think it was a good idea to surrender to her mom.
I chuckled.
Cheiron and Penny stared at me. "You sound evil."
"And like that you get reduced servings."
The Amazon's meteor hammer swung at my head. "LIKE HELL!"
AN
Amakusa Faction: Amakusa, Semiramis, Karna, Atalanta, Achilles
Reines Faction: Kaleido Ruby Reines, Raiko, Sheba, Elaine, Kairi, Mordred
Mordred: They are multiplying *Stares at Morgan, Semiramis, Reines, and Kayneth*
Amakusa: And there goes my childhood *Terrified and embarrassed because of Raiko*
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Part of me considers the pain and suffering Amakusa would go through if he had to work with Reines. I'm not certain if it would make sense though given that Reines does have a survival instinct and isn't immortal or suicidal.
Reines PoV-
My cousin often made note of a certain fact. That I am a terrible person.
Truthfully I think that is part of why we get along so well. We enjoy watching others squirm, especially if they are noble pure hearted heroes like Artoria. Enjoying her flustered face while she justifies things and avoids uncomfortable questions is one of my great joys, and why I like to keep Gray around.
No one else in my family is like this, and my cousin is more akin to some extradimensional parasite that puppets my actual one's body. Still, he is my wonderful uncle who I enjoy learning from. My normal family is something completely different from my strange teacher, delightful aunt, and probably nonhuman cousin.
"This will be lovely," I hummed in a house a few miles away to the Church.
A very thuggish man was being forced to kneel in a position I learned from My Uncle's wards was called Seiza and looked incredibly uncomfortable, especially given that he wore stiff leather clothing. His vulgar face and gelled hair made him look like the man put on a screen in a public service announcement about sex trafficking, additionally he smelled of gun smoke, cigarettes, dead things, and cheap liquor.
Overall this magus seemed like the epitome of Thug, a person who had achieved a strange kind of enlightenment by ascending to the place of the platonic form of all things dirty and disgusting. Something like this would be absolutely horrifying to a normal magus, with our noble breeding and Old World standards.
Thankfully this wasn't a horrible idealist, having a Kiritsugu around would be terrible. We already had a Servant who was knowingly destroying humanity's soul in the name of saving us all.
I stood up from my chair and smiled at the man Berserker had berated into submission. "Greetings, I am Reines El-Melloi Archisorte. A Master from another world." The winged circle that was Kaleido Ruby sped out from my backpack, intent on adding to the conversations. Before it could speak I snatched it out of the air and squeezed. "It is my Mission as the student of my dear teacher, the Magician of the Heaven's Feel within my world, to ensure others do not abuse the grand aspiration which many of our kind aspire to. Therefore I have come to this world to do battle with the Red Faction's Church Reputation."
Sisigou's head tilted. "So you are part of the Black Faction?"
"No, I had two members of the Red Faction put into hospitals and commandeered their Command Seals," I put my hands on my hips, still throttling the Kaleidostick. "The others have already been hypnotized by Shirou's Servant an Assassin known as Semiramis, a poisoner and magus from the Age of Gods."
He nodded, speaking in a gravelly voice. "And you know this because of what?"
"Because my Teacher already confirmed it for himself," I shrugged. "And I talked to Zelretch, which is how I got here with this Mystic Code."
"Yosh! I am Ruby, Magical Ruby a Mystic Code made by that old fa-" Before it could insult Zelretch I increased the pressure on the Code. It wiggled in place, trying to escape as I squeezed it into submission.
Sisigou's glasses fell down the bridge of his nose. His eyes were surprisingly gentle, though very confused due to the situation. "And you kidnapped me away from my Servant who is probably going to be homicidal because you wanted an alliance?"
I held out my hand. "Yes, the Church Representative is not a normal human. He is Amakusa Shiro, the fake Saint of Japan. He plans on using the Holy Grail for World Domination, taking the very souls of all humanity hostage and turning us into immortals that have had our souls bleached whiter than white. Unable to make choices that go against his ideals, we would be trapped and tied to the World. This false Utopia would not just destroy Humanity, but also our species itself as the timeline would be culled and erased."
He glanced at the Kaleidostick. I released the creature. "The crazy girl is right," Before it could fly away I snatched it out of the air like I would a butterfly.
"So it is you, the mystic code, Berserker," He glanced at a smiling Raikou. "And who else?"
"My younger Cousin, an apprentice Magus, and my own Caster," I explained. "As a sign of trust that one over there is Minamoto no Raikou, also known as Yorimitsu." The Japanese man let out a death rattle, his face going pale. Oh, was this one of his childhood heroes? Did his cheerful youth just get trampled upon by his wishful dreams getting corrupted with male hormones and the like?
The door exploded into splinters. A knight in silver armor dashed through the threshold, a sword almost as long as she was tall flickered in the darkness. "Master, you bi-"
Lightning crackled across Berserker's sword, the Eastern blade connecting with an Arthurian legend with enough power to send the blade flying into the ceiling. Clawed gauntlet's struck out, air pressure making it so I could see the wind created by it as she went for Raikou's jaw. Instead the much taller Servant caught the girl's arm, bending it backwards as her own fist smashed into the Saber's helmet.
"Berserker is no average servant," I folded my arms together. "She has Mad Enhancement, Divinity, Eternal Arms Mastership, and Mana Burst. Anyways, do not worry for we are allies."
"Like hell!" Saber growled. Instead of managing to escape from Raikou's grip all the effort seemed to only make it so the bull horned knight ended up with her helmet further entrenched in Raikou's cow cleavage.
Sisigou let out a long sigh. "If what you say is true, I can't really let this happen. Besides you are a child."
I grimaced. "Elaine is a child, not me. Anyways we should probably leave this house, I just hypnotized the owners to not be here around now." It was a terrible idea to interrogate someone in your main base, if that got found it would need to be moved.
Mordred growled. "Oi Master, did this tiny witch put you under a spell or something?"
Sheba dragged an unconscious Elaine down the stairs. "Master, what do I do when this one conk's out?"
"Just don't splash water on her," I shrugged. The last time someone tried that it had taken a week for them not to commit suicide immediately after getting resurrected.
Saber snorted. "Who brings a kid to a war?"
"Camp followers," I guessed. Did the prostitutes and blacksmiths bring their kids along? I wasn't entirely certain about that. "The Ulster men when their adults are busy dealing with the pains of childbirth? It doesn't really matter when the child is an only partly human engine of destruction." Elaine started snoring. "Anyways didn't your siblings start having knightly adventures when they were weird red cheeked munchkins in full armor?"
Sisigo and Saber were silent.
Sheba snickered. "It is going to be fun watching you toy with people."
I grinned at Mordred. "Greetings Mordred Pendragon, Knight of Treachery, if you work with me you will have the chance to make your father suffer! Put your faith in me for I shall lead you to happiness."
"Are ya' trying to be some kind of weird cult leader?"
"I assume you promised similar things in your rebellion."
Saber was silent for a full minute before responding. "This is going to be a horrible time."
"Raikou bring in the Gray, then coddle people in need of a mother figure."
The look of happiness on Raikou's face made Mordred move to keep her master between the two of them. This was going to be lovely.
Yggdmillennia Castle-
Between the grail wars Darnic had way too much time on his hands and ended up making a bizarre chess set for himself. The non-pawn pieces were replaced with the seven servants, each of which moved in a different manner, and the goal of the game was to box out any moves that would allow the opponent to get at the cup piece in the middle. This brought a bunch of problems in designing the damn thing, such as having to change the number of squares you had to actually play on.
Blavatsky knocked over my Berserker piece with her Caster placed it by the grail. "This game is rather ridiculous." It really was. As long as the enemy had even one piece it was difficult to make it so you could keep the grail. You needed to wreck whoever your opponent was until they had no pieces or they just gave up.
Really, it was a horrible game where the only way to win was to slaughter everyone involved in an event that would leave bodies all over the place. A good approximation for the Grail War. Especially since in Darnic's mind the other Masters were definitely the Pawns. With all his homunculi the lives of the Masters weren't as important anymore.
The Caster hummed. "The last few Servants seemed to have been summoned." I moved my Assassin around to take her Rider. "Berserker, Saber, and Caster have yet to be sighted."
I sighed. With all likelihood one of my Students had somehow traveled to this dimension. It could easily be narrowed down to five potential suspects, and most of them would have come in a pack of some sort. "If so it is likely that the Samurai Resurrection enthusiast will have reduced War Material to contest us with." Olcott hovered over her shoulder, eyes glinting as he locked whatever targeting system he had on me.
"Mmm, I wonder if the Grail is based on the cauldron of Dagda," Helena closed her eyes in thought, focusing more on her theories than the war.
"Given that there are so many Grails around I would not be surprised if Dagda's tool could turn into a Grail or be used in the process of making them," I tapped a finger on the empty spaces of the board. "If you associate Dagda with a certain Irish dragon it might seem more likely that it is involved in our own given the cursed components of the Grail."
She snapped her fingers. "That's right. I spoke with Siegfried earlier and he confirmed that it does seem familiar to him." Just how insane were the Einzbern? Trying to summon a God of Evil with an artifact made of cursed gold and a virgin sacrifice was the plot of a B movie. And if that wasn't around already I'd sure as hell finance one. A horror movie with gratuitous blood, boobs, and cheese.
I waited for her to make a move. "Helena, if you were to achieve the Grail what wish would you use it for?"
One of my pawns got killed off by her own. "I'd use it to materialize my body."
"Oh," Was that all? "I can do that for you then. That is simple for a Magician who has ascended to a higher plane of existence."
Helena stared at me with depraved eyes, drool dripping from the side of her mouth. I had said the absolutely wrong thing hadn't I? In an instant I ended up with a Caster pulling me across the table with a simple pull of my collar.
I tumbled forward, pushing Helena down to the ground while she inspected my eyes, breathing hurriedly as her obsession with Mahatma and other esotericism made her delve into insanity.
The door creaked open, then closed while Vlad rolled Fiore away from the room. "You should not see your grandfather assault a young woman. We shall go to the kitchen. It is acceptable for children your age to drink wine is it not?"
"So young," Fiore stuttered. "Helena is tiny, but she's old and technically a widow. Is this immoral? I don't know what's going on?"
Now that was just offensive. "The Caster is the one trying to do things to my body, not the other way around."
"Did you achieve the MAHATMA?" Helena cried. By the squeaks of Fiore's wheels I was pretty sure Vlad was sprintingaway from this madness. Truly our Lord Impaler was too good for this evil world of vampires and vampire fetishists. Helena's delicate hands began to tear away my clothing.
I was fairly certain this wasn't going to end in me being violated, but I curled up as her touches tickled my skin. "Yamero!"
Caules shut the door.
"Have you communicated with the gods, are you a higher dimensional being, what is your purpose on this lower material realm?" Rapid-fire questions shot at me. "Is this the plan of the Venusians? The lizard people?"
"I talk to magical bird Horus, kinda, and he wants me to stop Amakusa, the others no and no," I answered the best I could with Helena's warm hands rubbing all over my body. That seemed to make the Caster calm down enough that she wasn't going to tear apart the shredded remains of my pants and coat, but I did get the pleasure of her light body resting on my groin.
Her vaguely swimsuit styled uniform lacked the overcoat, so right now I had a very magical-girl looking young woman rubbing my crotch. The result was completely natural for a heterosexual man, and the friction probably would have gotten something even if I wasn't interested.
Helena paused and glanced at what she was sitting on. She cleared her throat. "Ahem, so it seems you are a fellow student of the Great Masters. While I do not like calling any human my Master I will follow your plans Commander. You have been chosen by the higher forces to carry out their will."
"Yeah," I thought about the situation. The Ennead were rather based around order and avoiding a situation where everything goes to shit. Helena's mythology was incredibly fluid, but she'd probably fit Horus and the rest into her pantheon.
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Fiore and her brother refused to look in my direction while I set up the breakfast table. Ortlinde and the Valkyries had blunt ends of their silverware pressed into the table so hard there were small indents as I served them their pancakes. Brynhildr stirred a mug of hot chocolate next to Jackie. "I sincerely doubt this story."
Fiore's brother flushed to a pink brighter than Hildr's hair. "I saw it, he was screaming in terror. I know what that word meant." The other Masters gawked at him. Well, not Celenike she was busy drooling with her eyes on Chiron. Our Archer glanced away from his halfway trained Master. Just how similar to how it used to be was his thing? Or did Centaurs have two?
I expelled that thought process from my head. That was not something I wanted to consider.
Morgan let out a long sigh. "Oh grandson, do not fret. If you want attention I am certain some part of our family would be happy to give it to you." Caules put his fist to his mouth as Morgan reminisced about the past. "Fiore, you remind me of some of my daughters. Caules is more like my sons though."
"You had daughters?" Fiore blinked.
"Of course~" She giggled. "One was a perfect gentlemanly knight who treated all women with supreme kindness, another was a womanizer who kept seducing fair maidens, and the eldest became a dragon who saved a handsome knight from an evil queen and secluded him to be hers forever."
Gordes swallowed a square chocolate and syrup covered pancakes. "That last part does not sound right."
"I must agree with my Master," Siegfried nodded.
"No, horrible pretty faced queens who everyone trusts are obviously the evil conniving bitches who try to seduce knights away from the right path," Morgan smiled. "Ones who complain about young maidenly romances and then bring knights into their king's marriage beds. Ones who are family, marry into the family, and then try to devour precious babies of the woman they destroy."
Fiore slowly blinked. "I see…so given the things Grandpa tends to say I am going to assume Mordred was the womanizer?"
"No, she was seduced by the bitch queen at one point but she was the one who always treated women kindly," Morgan sighed. "She had complicated relations with gender and sex."
Hyouma frowned at us. "Wait so…is Gareth a girl?"
"She's my physically cutest, but Mordred is the one with the best personality," Morgan hummed and started cutting up her pancakes into bite sized pieces. "Especially when it came to embarrassing and teasing her, which is the job of a proper mother. Gareth was definitely the most depraved of my children, even if Gawain was a womanizer as well. That girl kept fantasizing about her male coworkers getting into bed with each other. Mainly her uncle and Pelinore."
The ratlike magus smacked his lips as the others fell into a deathlike silence. "Isn't that the guy who killed her dad?"
"Yes, Galahad was unhappy about her shipping his Uncle. Also there's the whole castration problem."
Wow Camelot was a hostile work environment. That had to be awkward for the other siblings.
Morgan shook her head. "She definitely got her libido from me. Actually hers is greater than mine, and she tends not to care about the things others do. Again, like me. Oh, and my dragon daughter married Gawain. No one in the family seems to have normal sexual preferences."
Jackie frowned. "Mommy's wife is like a lot of the not-Moms."
"She is an experienced Mom," I added. "She teaches me how to handle you better." Jackie cocked her head to the side before nodding as if to say 'makes sense.'
"Do you have some kind of Mental Pollution skill?" Caules deadpanned.
"Possibly due to the rampant drug abuse," Bryn sighed. "That was rather common among the men we brought to Valhalla of course. We had a lot of berserkers."
Thrud shrugged. "Depending on the mixture it acts as a catalyst for communication to Valhalla and Asgard. It is no problem." I reached into my pocket, but the bulbous spear was at my neck. That wasn't really a good word for it. The spearhead was all that formed, and it took up most of the massive room. Purple fluid dripped from the tip that was bigger than my head at its thinnest.
"Big Sis really does love Master," Ortlinde noted between mouthfuls of pancakes.
"This really is like my sister's castle," Morgan used her knife to pull Jackie's plate away from the Assassin. "And you need to have smaller bites."
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