Chapter 1 - Saint Martha and Medusa Rider
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Tamamo Vitch (Currently known simply as TV Koyanskaya) stepped off a helicopter, all but sneering at the sight of Chaldea's Arctic Compound. It was an unsightly thing, ugly in its sterile emptiness. There was no life or passion to its structure and normally Koyanskaya would have never stepped foot into such a place.
Alas, needs must.
It was in this abominable heap of metal and ice her target lied. Koyanskaya shivered, her imagination full of plans for her eighth tale. Not that RItsuka Fujimaru knew about the great honor she was going to bestow on him. Silly mortal thought he was safe after that nonsense with Solomon's byblow was over.
As much as Koyanskaya would have liked to simply claim the boy as hers, she had many obstacles to overcome. Ritsuka had something of a spine in him and likely tried to stop her out of some misguided notion of morality.
Koyanskaya didn't fear him - the boy was a mediocre mage and worse warrior, but those damnable spirits that clung to him like flies to honey were bound to cause trouble.
Luckily, she had her delectable pawn to deal with those hussies. Koyanskaya smirked, imagining all the things her new hire was going to do to servants that could have stopped Koyanskaya in another timeline.
As much as she wished to just drop off Chaldea's new janitor and find a more pleasant place to spend her precious time, Koyanskaya still had her duty to Goredoff to deal with. That was...fine all things considered. At least she would have a front row seat to the debauchery her catspaw was going to unleash upon the unsuspecting women of Chaldea.
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"How bloody huge is this damned base?" Rick wondered as he passed what felt like the exact same corridor for the nth time today.
He probably should have considered it when he accepted the strange woman's offer, but in his defence he had more pressing thoughts in mind at the time.
It had been a slow day at "Devil's Spade" with the usual clientele having little time to satisfy their depraved fantasies. Not that Rick judged - anything that brought him money was fine in his books, even if the fetish was not one he himself indulged in given choice. .
Not that it mattered.
Rick was a manwhore. There were no two ways about it. Some of his colleagues liked to dress it up in all the pretty names like gigolo or male escort or stud. Truth didn't change. Rick fucked for money. It was alright, he couldn't complain. There certainly were worse jobs in this economy.
It paid good money and with muscles fit for a greek statue and looks that drew their fair share of appreciative gazes, Rick has been successful enough to charge some of the highest rates in the industry. Maybe in a couple of years he could have retired and lived off his savings.
Rick certainly had enough money to tell Koyanskaya no. Her offer was a wild gamble and a dangerous one at that.
Was it any wonder then that Rick agreed immediately?
"You want me to do what?" Rick asked, sceptical.
His latest client was an odd one. Bubblegum coloured hair was certainly exotic, and if Rick could trust his eyes it was no dyejob but her natural colour. Slim and fit, she strutted into the room with all the arrogance of a rich white girl who never had to work a day in her life. She looked at Rick like he was dirt barely worth scraping off her shoe.
Now, normally Rick would have ignored such blatant disrespect - he'd gotten worse and from far more abrasive people. And yet there was something infuriating about his new client that Rick just could not let slide.
In two quick steps Rick crossed the distance between them, until he was close enough to smell her perfume and feel her breath against his bare chest. If the little miss was intimidated she didn't show it. She just stared up at him and calmly said:
"Sit down!" Her words were quiet and yet to Rick they must as well have been like thunder.
Before he could even blink, his ass hit the shaggy carpet hard enough to bruise his tailbone.
"Wha-" He started, but Koyaskaya just pressed her finger to his throat and suddenly Rick lost control over his vocal cords.
"That's better." She smiled as Rick tried to force his way up. "Now be a good little pest and listen carefully when your betters are speaking."
Koyanskaya patted his head as if he was some mutt and then began her explanation.
"The task I have for you will hardly be a burden for a brute like you." Her fingernails lightly scraped his arms. "As I was saying before I was so rudely interrupted - Chaldea has numerous heroic spirits summoned, and if I want to achieve my goal I need them dealt with. You will arrive at their arctic base and...handle them one by one. Or several at a time." Koyanskaya waved her hand. "Frankly I don't care about the details."
Rick glared at the smug bitch. Her explanation left a lot to be desired. For example, why did she come to him for a hit job? Rick was strong, more so than most and he was no stranger to fights, but he was as experienced with killing as a pimple faced virgin. Not to mention whatever this 'Chaldea' was, it had to be a cult of some sort with all this talk of 'spirits' and such.
"Well? Did you understand everything or do you need me to explain everything slowly?"
As seconds passed by with Koyanskaya glaring at him, Rick started to wonder how would this bitch look with his cum plastered all over her face. Probably wouldn't look so god damn smug at least.
Koyanskaya must have remembered his condition, because with a huff she waved her manicured finger and suddenly Rick had his voice again.
"What are you?" Rick said, his voice a little coarse.
Koyanskaya frowned and once more raised her finger with something ominous glinting on its tip.
"Alright, alright. I get it." Rick raised his hands in apparent surrender. "No need to go all Harry Potter on me."
Koyanskaya glared and snorted in derision.
"Then do try to use what passes for a brain in that head of yours and in the future answer me promptly." Koyanskaya said.
"Why me?" Rick asked. "I am flattered and all, but I am not a hitman and certainly not someone equipped to deal with men of legend."
"Do you really think I would have come here looking for a warrior?" Koyankaya's words dripped with venom. "Don't worry, dear Richard, you are perfectly equipped to deal with the female servants."
Rick saw her eyes dip down to his crotch and despite the seriousness and danger of the situation he felt his cock stiffen.
"What's the pay?" Rick said more nonchalant than he truly felt.
"Pay? Richard, I am giving you a buffet of greatest women from throughout mankind's history and you are worrying about money?" Koyanskaya looked at the kneeling man with fresh distaste. "Don't worry, Chaldea salaries are more than generous."
"And one more thing." Rick smiled cheekily, even as Koyanskaya crossed her arms beneath her breasts. "You said that heroic spirits are much stronger than mere humans. I want some sort of guarantee that I or," Rick winced, his imagination drawing a vivid picture. "My dick won't be crushed into bloody paste the moment I try something."
If Koyanskaya was perturbed by the picture, she didn't show it.
Instead she sighed...and was it a hint of a pout that Rick saw?
Koyanskaya bent in her waist, showing Rick a tantalising view of her cleavage and kissed him. It barely lasted a moment and before Rick could even get a good taste of her lips, Koyanskaya pushed something in Rick.
It was like all the cups of coffee he had ever drunk, followed by a swift kick in the nuts. It was energising, wild and utterly alien. Yet as the dizzy spell passed, Rick found himself feeling stronger.
And hungrier.
Rick smiled, exhilarated. Now this was more like it.
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The following couple of months were spent getting used to the crazy environment that was Chaldea. Nobody paid particular attention to Rick - he was just a member of the normal, human stuff who kept the lights on and performed other tasks considered too menial for the esteemed heroes. That suited Rick just fine. It certainly gave him plenty of time to survey his targets. Koyanskaya hadn't lied - Chaldea was all but bursting with beautiful women.
Now, Rick couldn't just seduce any woman he wanted - he had to choose his target carefully or else he might try to swallow more than he could chew. But as luck would have it Martha ran into him herself, giving him just the right opportunity.
They had many meetings like that - Rick was surprised to bond with the christian hero, for he had never been a religious man. Not that he let the meetings go to waste. Rick took every opportunity to flirt with a beautiful saint. Slowly he convinced her to dress sexier, always complimenting her but never giving her his full approval. Rick was slowly pushing her closer and closer to the edge, until finally she snapped.
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It was late at night, hours after Rick finished scrubbing the base top to bottom, when the fruits of his labours finally ripened.
He almost didn't hear the knocking at first. Rick was half asleep and tired to boot, so only the knocking went from soft barely audible taps to hard frantic knocking, did he stand up to see the asshole disturbing his rest.
Rick opened the door and immediately had to catch Martha's fist flying towards his chest. Still drowsy, he only raised an eyebrow while fighting the urge to yawn.
He probably shouldn't have been so surprised to see Martha standing behind the door so late at night, and yet her appearance was so out of left field that it left Rick gawking like an awkward teenager seeing breasts for the first time. And there was a lot to gawk at. Martha decided to forego her usual nun's habit in favour of a thick man's coat that was a couple of sizes too large and reaching way past Martha's knees. It was almost big enough to hide stiletto boots that were definitely worth a raised eyebrow.
It didn't take a genius to realize what the saint was after. If stiletto boots weren't enough then her flushed look and desperation to leave exposure of the public hallway for the privacy of Rick's room easily convinced the black man that it was not praying the naughty saint was after.
This thought process took less than a second and by the end of it Rick was no longer sleepy. The sheer desperation in Martha's eyes would have been enough to tempt a priest to sin, and Rick had always been a sinful man. He could feel his cock starting to harden, aware of the sweet pussy it was about to plunder.
Martha tried to push into his room, but Rick's bulk blocked the passage and for all the power this heroic spirit possessed, she wasn't able to just force her way through. It was a near thing and it was only thanks to the power granted to him by Koyanskaya that he was able to keep Martha out. Definitely not something that would work with more physically gifted servants. Something Rick took note of.
"Don't just stand here. Let me in!" Saint Martha said in a low whine, her cheeks flush with embarrassment.
Rick took perverse joy in seeing her eyes dart from side to side, paranoid that someone was going to witness her scarlet behavior.
"What for?" Rick asked, amused at the saint's desperation even as his cock demanded he grab Martha and show her place squealing beneath him. "My dear Saint, what could you possibly want from me at this hour?"
"I have something to show you." She said impatiently, her ears reddening when she noticed Rick's questioning stare."It's embarrassing."
"Oh? What could you possibly mean? I am sure that a woman of the church like you has nothing to be ashamed about." Rick said with a smile that was turning more and more predatory by the second. "Show me here or I won't let you in."
He was testing his luck, Rick was well aware. Martha could easily decide to just leave or even actually try to force her way through. Even worse she could wise up to his manipulations and report him. Rick didn't fear Goredolf - that fat fool was firmly wrapped around Koyanskaya's fingers, but if word reached Da Vinci about what Rick was trying to do then he would be in serious trouble.
Rick shivered imagining things some of the servants could do to him if they declared him their enemy.
How fortunate then that Saint Martha decided to give in to his demands and with the look of shame and arousal, she started to unbutton her coat. Martha must have been more nervous than Rick thought, because after almost a minute of clumsy fumbling with the buttons, Martha just ripped her coat open. Buttons flew everywhere. Rick was lucky none of them struck him, because he was too engrossed in the vision before him to duck.
And what a sight it was!
His latest round of teasing must have struck a nerve, because Martha's outfit went from merely naughty to incredibly slutty. She was wearing pantiy shorts so tight they looked like body paint. Black stockings hugged Martha's shapely legs and the high heels of her boots did things to her ass that were positively divine. Now, Martha was hardly the bustiest woman in Chaldea, honestly they looked almost small when compared to the likes of Medusa or Lancer Arturia and yet it was a miracle to see her sizable boost contained by stings of floss and two insultingly small triangles of fabric. Even in the dim nighttime lighting, Rick could see her nipples hard.
It was all sinfully hot and the only consolation to her faith - cross attached to the spiked collar around her neck, made it all even lewder.
If Rick wanted to grab the young saint and ravish her until she begged for mercy before, then this outfit made it all but impossible to resist the urge. It was tempting to take her right then and there, but Rick knew with some sort of predatory instinct that if he tried that now, the saint would bolt.
As much as it pained him to exercise restraint, Rick had no choice but tap down his urges and move to the side.
"Get in." His voice came off as more of a growl than he had intended, but judging by Martha's squirming she didn't mind at all.
Faster than Rick could blink the saint sneaked into his room. As Rick was closing the door, he failed to notice that they weren't as private as he had believed and that his nighttime rendezvous just gained an embarrassed spectator.
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Medusa was confused.
She was going back to the rooms claimed by Medusa and her sisters. The last several weeks had been...confusing. Now, Chaldea was stranger and wilder than her home Shapeless Isle on its worst days. And yet a sense of disquiet and anticipation filled her with nervous energy.
The rider class servant knew the reason for her mood as much as she didn't want to admit it. That man… . An image of a tall dark skinned janitor barged in before her mind' eye, making heat pool in her cheeks...and between her legs.
His behavior was baffling. Medusa knew in her mind at least that she was considered beautiful by the modern era standards. Even if she herself didn't quite understand how anyone could look her way when her sisters were living embodiments of beauty. Compliments of others, not to mention constant hounding of some of the more...amorous of male servants became almost mundane to her ever since Ritsuka had summoned her.
So why did she crave attention from some janitor?
It didn't make sense!
Rick was mundane, not even a magus or a scholar of modern sciences and yet Medusa found herself drawn to him with an unexpected intensity. It couldn't be his looks. For there men in Chaldea whose beauty was literally divine. Not that she didn't find Rick attractive - more than once she caught herself staring at his muscled arms or his face. Medusa was definitely grateful for the tight T-shirts Rick wore in place of the standard Chaldea uniform. They definitely complimented him well. No, Rick was definitely not ugly and yet it couldn't be the reason for Medusa's strange behaviour.
Medusa just did not know what to think of a simple man who so quickly became the centre of her attention.
This didn't stop her from feeling...discontent whenever she stumbled upon Rick talking with that...that...saint of his.
"What am I thinking?" Medusa groaned and palmed her face. "Martha had done me no wrong and yet here I am thinking of showing her my eyes!"
That would have been an ugly sight. Some of the so-called heroes already looked closely** at her for her monstrous origins, opinion made worse by the confrontation with Tiamat during Babylonia Singularity. If Medusa suddenly petrified Martha, then she would probably be melted in short order.
Her heart ached at the thought of never seeing her beloved sisters. Worse yet - she'd any chance with Rick!
She'd-
Medusa's eyes widened as she realized what she was thinking. With rosy blush she buried her face into her palms. The gorgon had been so embarrassed she almost missed something lying on the floor. Medusa didn't notice it and only after she had crushed it beneath her heel did she realize that something was amiss.
It was a button. Well shards of one. Medusa looked around, her vision perfect even in the dim lighting of the hallway, she saw more buttons lying around.
Medusa's heartbeat quickened as she realized where she accidentally stumbled. She was right next to Rick's room.
Her throat suddenly dry, Medusa took a step forward, all of her senses sharp as blades.
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Rick didn't care to wait for the door to close. There was a scantily clad woman in his room and by all the gods he was going to ruin her. There was something taboo and incredibly perverse about defiling a christian saint. Rick swallowed, feeling his cock straining against the cotton of his pants. Once he was done with Martha she would no longer be a woman of the Church, but his woman to fuck and use to his content.
Martha moved to shrug off her coat, but Rick was too impatient for the saint's timid actions. Her heavy coat was tossed to the side as Rick manhandled her onto her knees. Rick almost came right then and there when he saw the wide eyed look of innocence on Martha's face.
He couldn't wait to wipe it away.
"Rick, I-"
Martha choked on her words when Rick wiped out his cock. The turgid organ throbbed as Rick slapped it onto Martha's face. He could see her go cross eyed trying to take it all. She took a deep breath, her face crimson and opened her mouth, probably to say something needless. Rick spared both of them from pointless chatter and just shoved his cock into the saint's mouth.
The pair groaned. Rick from pleasure and Martha from the novel discomfort of having to deepthroat a large male cock. Rick had no intention to go easy on his new toy, no reason to spare her from the brutal skullfucking she so richly deserved. He savoured the sensation of Martha's inexperienced throat trying to accommodate his massive size. Slobber and spit already started to drip down onto Martha's breasts, even as the saint was struggling against her gag reflex.
Rick looked into his toy's eyes, finding them full of lust and a silent plea for more.
He gripped her head with both arms and without preamble started to fuck sweet Martha's throat.
Both of them were in for a fun night.
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Martha gripped Rick's thighs, even as the black man violated her throat. Why? Why didn't she try to push this...this...beast away? She didn't struggle, but on the contrary, begged this man above her, even if only in the privacy of her own mind to go harder, to use her throat, her body for his own pleasure.
What was wrong with her?
Martha moaned, feeling Rick's thick cock slip deeper and deeper into her throat. She loved it. Loved the feeling of submission, of helplessness before this man's beastly desires. Juices streamed down her thighs and she could hear it drip onto the floor.
It was shameful. A behaviour utterly unbecoming of the Saint.
Martha could not get enough of it.
She had applied mascara for the first time in her life, painting her face as if she was some harlot and now Rick's cock was messing her face up so well. A sudden urge to see visible results of her ruination struck Martha. She whined and moaned, but couldn't make herself let go of Rick's throbbing phallus to entertain her flight of fancy.
Martha had an idea. She gazed into Rick's face, looking for her own reflection in the man's eyes. It wasn't easy, but nothing a legendary servant couldn't accomplish with some effort.
She looked like a whore. Saint Martha, whose mortal life had been sent in pious service to the Church, was now squatting on the floor letting some nobody use her throat like a cheap toy to satiate his urges. Martha imagined what the townsfolk would have thought if they were to see her now.
'Whore'
This one thought was enough to push the still virgin saint into the abyss of orgasm. Her body spasmed as the young woman experienced her first ever climax. What once was a small stream became a veritable flood as Martha completely ruined her underwear.
Her thoughts foggy from pleasure, Martha didn't notice Rick raise his hand, but she definitely felt him slapping her.
Her cheek burned, but Martha found that pain only added to the pleasure. How shameful! Surely even the wenches who spread their legs for lowlifes didn't behave so brazenly or pleasured themselves to the thoughts of even rougher treatment!
Suddenly Rick stopped violating Martha's throat. The young saint paused too, startled at the sudden stop to her oral education. She looked up, curious.
Rick slowly removed his dick from Martha's mouth, though it would have probably been more accurate that he pulled her head off his cock, which was now throbbing in the air. Spit dripped down from the shaft marked by her lipstick.
"Wha-" Martha coughed, her throat slightly sore from the brutal fucking. "Why?"
Rick smirked. This position - him standing above a needy woman he just fucked and was going to fuck even more was not new to him. It was the quality of a slut in question that drove him wild. Fucking ordinary women, even exceedingly gorgeous ones did not, could not compare to the sensation of debasing a woman of legend. This whorish slut panting on her knees was revered by countless men and women and immortalized through humanities collective memory.
And she was all Rick's for the ravishing.
The situation alone was doing things to his libido that Rick hadn't even thought were possible. He was even a bit worried he was going to just blow his load like an inexperienced virgin. Luckily, the promise of future debauchery and the sheer beauty of a woman before him helped him persevere. Rider being a naughty voyeur also helped, but he was getting ahead of himself. He still had Martha to ruin.
Martha moved to engulf Rick's cock in her mouth, but Rick grabbed her and threw her onto his bed. The woman landed with a thump and a bit of a bounce, but before she could do more than yelp in surprise, Rick manhandled her into a position he loved but so rarely had gotten to enjoy - woman lying on her back with her head hanging over the edge.
Without any ceremony, Rick forced his dick into Martha's throat, watching the bulge move until finally Rick was balls' deep in the young saint's hole.
Rick took a moment of pause, letting Martha adjust somewhat to the massive intrusion into her throat, taking this time to admire the gushing cunt between the naughty saint's legs. He could smell arousal wafting through the air and it made him all the more excited to rip Martha's 'flower'.
"That would be enough rest for you, slut." Rick slapped the young woman's tits.
Then with one hand he squeezed Martha's throat, making an already tight passage squeeze his dick even tighter. And with another he grabbed and twisted Martha's nipple.
Martha screamed and it sent pleasurable vibrations along Rick's dick.
Rick groaned, experimentally moving dick, luxuriating in the tightness of Martha's throat.
The saint's face was getting a bit red from lack of air, but Rick gave Martha no respite. He brutally fucked her throat, using it as a cocksleeve and paying no mind to anyone's pleasure but his. His balls slapped against Martha's face, even as her spittle flowed down them and right onto her face.
This continued for a while, with Rick moving faster and faster.
Finally it seemed Rick's climax was swiftly approaching. Rick shoved his dick as deeply as his length would permit, leaned over twitching Martha and shoved three fingers deep into her cunt.
Martha's eyes shot wide as Rick brought her over the edge, her belly flooded with cum and her pussy clinging tightly onto fingers invading her cunt.
Ecstatic at having finally orgasmed after months of forced abstinence, Rick sprayed his remaining load on Martha's face and chest.
What followed was a pretty crazy story as Martha broke down and told Rick her deepest secret, her new desire. It was funny and insane that a woman would wish to be his wife after just one fuck, and after being denied would only insist to act sluttier to 'prove' her worth to him. Rick probably should have been more alarmed at how obsessed Martha acted, but he was too pleased with his accomplishment to care.
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For a brief moment Rick was in heaven. He transcended any concerns and petty worries, his mind ablaze with a sort of content pleasure that blotted out all other senses. For just a span of a heartbeat, Rick forgot all about the naughty little voyeur spying on his and Martha's fun.
That's when Medusa struck.
Spiked chains of gre metal slashed through the air, wrapped around his arms and before Rick could do anything to resist, Rider class servant slammed him into the concrete wall of his room.
Rick quickly shook off his confusion and found himself spread-eagled. Medusa's chains acted more like prehensile limbs than weapons of cold metal, keeping Rick on his toes.
"What do you think you are doing to her?" Medusa asked, keeping her voice stern, but Rick could clearly see even in the dim light the blush dusting gorgon's cheeks.
Rick smirked. If that's how the naughty little voyeur wanted to play…
"I'd have thought one look would be enough to understand what me and dear Martha were doing." Rick smiled wider when he saw Medusa stealing furtive glances at his cock, still covered in his and Martha's fluids."And you have certainly taken more than one look at our … activities."
Medusa flinched at Rick's suggestive tone, but remained steadfast.
"Do not try to lie to me. You...you...savage!" Medusa said sternly, but her face betrayed the lust and jealousy she felt. "You've viciously defiled a once pure maiden! You disgust me! What you've done to Martha is obscene!"
Medusa pointed at Martha, but her attention was still fleeting between Rick's face and his throbbing cock.
That was her mistake.
While Medusa was monologuing, Martha had come to her senses, or at least what remained of them after Rick had broken her, and pounced on the unaware gorgon. It was a futile attempt - for all of her zeal Martha posed no threat to a servant that had once been a divine spirit in the age of Gods. There was nothing Martha could do to change it.
She knew it.
Medusa knew it.
But it could distract Rider, buy a precious moment.
An instant was all Rick needed.
He felt it. For less than a fraction of a heartbeat, Medusa's chains loosened as their wielder turned her attention elsewhere. Rick grabbed this opportunity and with a single groan of exertion, broke out of the chains.
Koyanskaya's power coursed through him, adding to his already impressive physical strength. And yet it would do nothing in a fight. Medusa was still much stronger and even with Martha's help Rick had no hope of subduing Medusa by force.
So as Rick's hand shot forward he didn't strike the distracted servant, but grabbed her by her hair and dragged her into his embrace.
The gorgon yelped cutely, utterly defenseless to Rick's assault. He devoured her protests and kissed her. Medusa's tongue capitulated before she even realised what was going on and Rick was free to plunder and explore her mouth at his own leisure. He teased and prodded, pushed and did his best to overwhelm the inexperienced servant.
Rick bit Medusa's lip, prompting a quiet moan from the servant. While Rick explored Medusa's lips and mouth, his hands were not idle. Rick took the opportunity to feel up and grope the servant's voluptuous mout.
If Saint Martha used to be a picture of innocence, the kind of beauty that inspired awe rather than lust, then Medusa was man's darkest desires made flesh. Even as she writhed in helpless arousal, the gorgon never lost her sinuous grace and effortlessly lewd beauty.
As busy as Rick was with moaning Rider in his arms, he still couldn't help but notice with some sort of sixth sense he had developed since his pact with Koyanskaya, that Martha apparently developed quite a taste for his cum.
Seemingly content to leave Rider to her new 'husband's' ministrations, Martha decided to not let the perfectly good cum go to waste. She scooped globes of his semen, shoving as much as she could into her mouth.
Rick had only his hearing and sixth sense to go off, so he was not prepared for Martha to tug on Medusa's hair, interrupting her oral molestation.
Medusa let out a needy whine, which was promptly swallowed by Martha. The slutty saint shoved her cum-covered tongue down the gorgon's throat.
Rick had not thought his dick could get any harder, but watching these two beauties make-out, sharing his cum proved him wrong. Martha was shorter than Medusa, who could almost match Rick's own height. So the new position forced Medusa to bend backwards, thrusting her gorgeous breasts in Rick's face, who was all too happy to motorboat these works of divine art. There was no other word but 'heavenly' to describe the warm feeling of his head sandwiched between two boobs.
"Mmm, don't worry dear husband." Martha said, her words appearing straight in Rick's mind. "It's a wife's duty to help her husband deal with unruly concubines."
"I don't remember agreeing to marry you." Rick thought, amused, even as he nibbled on Medusa's nipples.
"Well who else could stand beside you? Certainly not this slattern." Martha bit Medusa's lip, drawing out a moan. "Dumb whore is barely fit to service you, much less be your partner in all things."
Derision and feeling of smug superiority rolled off in waves from Martha's words. She certainly was growing quite bold. Perhaps Rick would have to put her in her place.
But that was a task for future Rick.
Rick of the present had a Rider to fuck.
Finally, his grasping hands reached the treasure between Medusa's thighs and without a moment's hesitation, Rick pushed away a flimsy thong that couldn't put up even a token resistance and shoved two fingers into her cunt. It was deliciously drenched and tight and ready for Rick's iron hard cock.
The sudden intrusion into her pussy snapped Medusa out of her lustful haze. Panicked at the debauched position she had found herself in, she tried to disentangle herself from Rick and Martha's embrace.
She may have looked reluctant, but Rick knew better. If Medusa truly did not want to be here she could have easily escaped or slipped into her spirit form. She was putting on a show for herself, going through the motions of an unwilling maiden prayed upon by a savage man. It must have been so much easier than admitting that she wished to be treated like a woman.
Well, Rick was about to prove her wrong.
He grabbed Medusa by her buttocks and lifted her up in the air. Surprised, Medusa grabbed onto Rick, her arms around his neck and her legs crossed behind his lower back.
Rick continued his assault on the gorgon's breasts and neck, leaving hickey's, marking this gorgeous woman as his and not giving her a moment of respite.
Medusa whined, hot and needy, and rubbed her pussy against Rick's cock. She was a slave to her desires, a toy for this...this...barbarian of a man to do with as he pleased. Medusa could not think, couldn't do anything but wonder.
'Is this what I have denied to my sisters for all those ages we had spent together on Shapeless Isle?'
It had seemed like a joke that such sublime pleasure, such euphoria could exist in the world of men, but as Rick and that bitch Martha lifted her up above Rick's red hot dick, Medusa had to admit that it might not have been a joke.
All stilled, Medusa and Rick momentarily locked into a silent staring contest. She looked at him, pleading - for what? To let her go? For mercy?
No.
Not that Rick would have given her any.
He dropped Medusa on his dick, spearing her dripping cunt until Medusa's thighs slapped against Rick's.
Medusa's eyes bulged and her square pupils dilated until they were pin pricks. Muscles of her cunt clenched around invading cock, following some instinct that all women had and one that Medusa was only beginning to discover.
Two tears trailed down her cheeks.
'Sisters, is this what I have denied you for so long? I am so sorry!'
Medusa moaned, relishing all the sensations of the cock in her pussy. It was hot, oh so hot and huge. Medusa had never felt so full and stretched and penetrated in the best of ways. Most of her time, Medusa was denied the use of her eyes by the Breaker Gorgon, so by necessity all of her other senses were far more acute.
The gorgon could feel with much greater clarity than any ordinary woman, every vein and bump and curve of her lover's dick. Minute shifts and frictions between Rick's cock and her pussy were like thunder strikes of pleasure for Rider's inexperienced body.
Something was approaching, Medusa could feel it. There was a build up of heat and pleasure and something Rider had never experienced before. She was incessant and on edge, so when Martha roughly pinched her nipple, Rider squealed, unable to hold back and sprayed her pussy juices all over her lover.
"Gnngh" Rider moaned, her pussy clenched around the invading shaft, her womb flying the flag of surrender without even fighting.
"Looks like someone enjoying their punishment." Rick smirked, enjoying how Medusa's body contorted from her first ever orgasm.
Martha snorted, still holding Rider's nipple.
"Figures a whore like her would just cum without a thought for the man's pleasure."
Rick rolled his eyes at Martha's jealousy and slapped her ass.
"Go grab my phone. We wouldn't want Medusa here," Rick rolled his hips, enjoying the tightness of her cunt. "To forget about what happened here, now would we, Martha?"
The saint pouted at the denial of the title she craved so much, but went without protest.
Martha rubbed her thighs, wet at the prospect of capturing another woman's ruination on camera.
Slowly at first, but faster with every second, Rick starts to bounce Medusa on his lap.
Medusa moaned, unable to contain her joy and soon she joined in, riding Rick with ever increasing fervour.
Rick reached out and grabbed Medusa's swinging breasts, mauling them, twisting and playing with them, much to Gorgon's vocal joy.
"That's right you whore." Martha sneered, having returned with a phone in hand.
Her eyes fleeted between the screen and Medusa breaking her mind on Rick's dick. Martha licked her lips and slapped Medusa' ass.
"Faster!" She sneered even as she blushed, some remnant of her torn innocence still blushing from the lewd scene in front of her.
The gorgon groaned, delighted at her rough treatment.
Rick bit the inside of his cheek, sharp tang of blood helping him to keep control over his own body. Medusa was proving to be a more dangerous prey than he had thought. Despite her clear inexperience in carnal matters, she appeared to be a natural-born slut!
Her already lewd body, together with her riding skill were a deadly combination. If things continued as they were then it would be Rick lying on his back, defeated and exhausted rather than Medusa.
He could not allow it. Rick needed to break her, both for his pride and for his safety. If Medusa was still sane by the end of their tryst, there was no telling what she would do.
Medusa's place was on her knees, Rick's cock deep in her throat and gods be damned, Rick was going to show it to her.
Martha was masturbating to the sight in front of her, eyes glued to the phone's screen even as she hurled obscene insults at Rider.
Suddenly Rick rose to his feet, Medusa still impaled on his cock, and continued fucking her with renewed fury.
Medusa moaned happily, embracing Rick and burying her face in the crook of his neck. She was no longer a rider taming a stallion, but a cumrug used for her man' pleasure. She couldn't help but hold on and clench the muscles of her cunt around her lover's shaft.
Martha glared at Medusa.
'That damn hussy!' She thought furiously, even as three fingers pistoned in her sopping cunt.
She looked around, desperate for God to send her a sign. Martha smiled joyously as her eyes landed on her cross tipped staff.
'Perfect.'
Medusa screamed in pain and panic as Martha forced the shaft up the gorgon's asshole. Perhaps Rick should have intervened, but Medusa clenched even tighter around his cock, trapping it in a velvet vice grip, making fucking her all the more pleasurable. So he grit his teeth and continued to jack hammer incessant gorgon.
Medusa groaned, her eyes rolling back as pain slowly turned into pleasure. She felt herself break over Rick's cock and the shaft of Martha's staff. There was only one coherent thought left in her sex-addled mind;
'More.'
Martha grinned as she watched her staff slide deeper and deeper that snake bitch's asshole. She was almost tempted to see just how far she could lodge it. But she knew Rick wouldn't approve.
Martha swooned.
"He is so caring." She pouted. "Even to those who don't deserve his consideration."
Rick grunted, feeling his own orgasm swiftly approaching. He jackhammered into Medusa's cunt, using her womb as an onahole. Finally he let go, flooding the gorgon's pussy with his cum.
Medusa twitched weakly, barely holding on Rick. Her thoughts were a mess of lust, deep satisfaction and what could only be described as love. The kind of adoration that pets had for their masters.
Medusa let out a quiet, needy moan when Rick dropped her on the bed. There she lay, barely coherent, with her ass stretched with Martha's stuff and her cunt gushing with a mix of her own juices and Rick's cum.
To Rick she had never looked more beautiful. Martha pouted when Rick took the phone from her, but one glance from him sent Martha on her knees to enthusiastically lavish his cock with attention and clean it from the results of their fucking.
The scene made for a perfect picture. Martha was gargling his cock, Medusa was looking at him with clear lust and best of all it was only the beginning of his fun with delectable ladies of Chaldea.