Okita Souji
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Okita Souji was nervous, and to be fair, she felt like she had every right to be. The Master of Chaldea has called her to his room, to his private quarters. Every Servant in Chaldea, nay, every woman in Chaldea knew what happened in the Master's quarters. How could they not? They were all at least somewhat prone to gossip, so of course it got out exactly what Shigure and any girl lucky enough to catch his eye got up to in there.
The thing was, while Okita was a master swordswoman, a Captain of the First Unit of the Shinsengumi, who had been a public order group active during the end of the Edo Period, she was… also a virgin. So, at the end of the day, it didn't matter that she had all the confidence of a cool-headed man-slayer when it came to wielding her blade, because none of that confidence translated over into the bedroom.
She was, in the end, just a woman… and she knew what the young Master of Chaldea did to women by this point. There were too many rumors for it to just be rumors… not to mention that she, much like practically every other living being in Chaldea, had ended up laying witness to one of her Master's more public trysts at this point.
In that way, Okita supposed she should be grateful. If her Master truly was going to… going to take her and claim her for himself, the swordswoman would indeed prefer that such events take place behind closed doors, away from prying eyes. She wasn't one of those women who enjoyed being paraded around in public to begin with, so she was quite confident that she wouldn't enjoy being FUCKED in public either.
Still, that didn't really help with the trepidation, as she finds herself approaching the Master of Chaldea's quarters. With butterflies in her stomach, Okita presses her lips thinly together as she stops right outside the door. She raises her hand to knock, hesitating for a moment too long, and the door slides open all on its own, as if her presence was detected and admittance was given without her even having to ask for it.
Which kind of sucks, she was really hoping for at least a little more time to collect herself! Still, she must remain professional. Wiping the pout trying to form from her face, the swordswoman steps into her Master's quarters with her head held high and her spine as straight as an arrow. Her hands are clenched into fists at her sides, though not from anger or fury… more anticipation and trepidation and worry. She's nervous, not upset. Is that odd? Should she be mad that she's about to be used by her Master in the same way she's heard he's used countless other women?
And yet, perhaps part of Okita is excited for it to finally be happening to her. Or perhaps part of her, the part that knows her duty and has honor, knows that after all the Master of Chaldea has done for them and for the world, they all once lived in, it's only fair that he get something back in return. Shuddering, Okita takes a deep breath and shunts all such thoughts aside. She's being rude to her Master by not actually acknowledging him or focusing on him until now. She'd just been scared of exactly what she'd see waiting for her.
What she DOES see waiting for her, when she finally deigns to look over and take in her Master and what he's carrying… confuses her. This is understandable, because rather than sex toys or rope or some other kinky thing, the thing Shigure is holding in his hands is a woven basket… filled with various footcare items. There's a footbath, a file, a few different cloths, even some bottles that might be perfume or even soap.
He also has a pleasant, completely platonic smile on his face, not a single hint of lewdness in his entire body, from what Okita can see. Obviously, the swordswoman knows better. She knows just how lewd her Master is. But… right now, there's not an ounce of sexual tension in the entire room, save for what's coming off of her.
Freezing up and just sort of staring, Okita ends up forcing the Master of Chaldea to speak up, Shigure chuckling as he places the basket down on the bed behind him and gestures her forward.
"Okita, welcome. Thank you for coming. I've taken notice of all your hard work… and I've decided that you've earned a reward."
Okita blinks blankly at that, prompting another chuckle from her Master.
"Come on over and take a seat."
He gestures towards a nearby chair, which she just now notices is sat off to the side, not really at a table or anything, just… there. Slowly, the swordswoman makes her way over to the chair. Removing her sheathed katana from her waist, she sets it against the chair and then sits down, not daring to take off anything else, lest she rouse her Master's legendary libido and provoke him into jumping her when perhaps, that's not why he called her here after all.
She's still not fully sure what's going on, but if she can get out of here with her chastity intact, then she has to try, right? But then, why does that thought fill her with such… disappointment? Regardless, once she's sat down in the chair, Shigure grabs the basket of supplies and moves over to her, kneeling down in front of her and taking things out of the woven basket, one by one.
The footbath comes first, and he places it under Okita's feet, causing her to lift them up a little bit hesitantly. He then reaches up and takes hold of her left foot, and begins to unwrap and untie her footwear, which also doubled as her leg armor. As soon as he pulls it off, he carefully sets it aside and then repeats the motion with her right foot, until both her feet and her pale, creamy legs are bared.
Okita suddenly has this intense urge to cover her face with her hands as he seems to… to study her feet. Still, the Master of Chaldea doesn't seem to have a single ounce of amorous intent in his entire frame. Is it all in her head? Were the rumors all just rumors? N-No, that couldn't be true… her Master's taste for feminine flesh was legendary, it couldn't all be lies.
But then… but then why? As he dips her feet into the footbath and begins to wash them both with a washcloth, Okita's breath hitches. Not from arousal, though she is slightly embarrassed… but from astonishment. She's… she's not above the Master of Chaldea in any way. In terms of pecking order, it should NOT be he who washes her feet.
Truth be told, she would likely raise some protest if she were ordered to wash his feet as well, given that that wasn't supposed to be their relationship… but all the same, it would still have made more sense to have their positions reversed rather than this… this perversity of the natural order of things!
Okita manages to refrain from covering her reddening face with her hands, but only just. And she can't do a damn thing about her deepening blush, even as her Master finishes washing her feet and moves on to filing her toenails, which is then followed up with smoothing out her soles using a pumice stone. He takes his time with each and every act, not half-assing anything, not hurrying along any particular task. He cares for her feet in a way that's gentler and tenderer then even Okita has ever treated them.
And then, as if her embarrassment wasn't already bad enough as it was, he finishes everything up by giving her a foot massage, his dexterous fingers and rough palms moving over her freshly cared for feet and his digits pushing in deep in a way that has her biting back more than one groan as she squirms in the chair.
Throughout the entire process, in fact, Okita has been blushing and squirming from the fondling of her sensitive feet. Honestly, she'd never known her feet to BE so sensitive, but it had to be something to do with the care he'd given her. He'd gotten rid of some of her callouses with the pumice stones, and even managed to extract an in-grown toenail before prettying up all of her toenails and fixing them all.
It was, without a doubt, the most anyone had ever done to her feet, so maybe that was why she didn't know to expect them to be so sensitive, or for the whole experience to… t-to feel s-so good… clearly though, it was all on her. She was the one making this perverse, she was the one making this something sexual. Her Master didn't mean anything, by any of it… right?
And then, of course, the Master of Chaldea has to go ahead and flip that whole thing on its head. Having noticed all of Okita's reactions to what he's been doing, Shigure decides to take things a bit further. Smirking wickedly, he brings her feet up to his face, and then, starting with her left, leans in and begins to swirl his tongue around and between her recently cleaned toes.
Okita immediately begins squeaking in embarrassment at the sudden lewd contact, and for the first time since this all began, she both covers her face with her hands AND speaks.
"M-Master?!"
Her startled exclamation only serves to provoke a little chuckle from her Master though, even as Shigure moves onto her right foot, repeating the gesture of licking and playing with her toes using his tongue. This causes Okita to squeak all the more, as well as whimper and squirm a bit, though his grip on her feet, while gentle, is also ironclad. Eventually, Shigure pulls back a little and smiles up at her brightly, though with just a hint of a wicked edge to his grin.
"I've always thought your feet were so cute, Okita. And your toes are so tasty~"
And then, as if to accentuate his point, he sucks on them some more, eliciting moans from the Shinsengumi Squad Captain as she pants heavily from her sensitive feet being played with. All of the rumors, all of the gossip… it was all true! The Master of Chaldea was… he was a b-big fat pervert, a-and a meanie to boot!
Something was coming, and Okita couldn't quite figure out what it was. But it was building within her the more that her Master played with her feet, the more that he toyed with and sucked at her toes. She gasps and moans and tries to tell him to stop, that something is wrong, but before she can get the words out, the swordswoman is arching her back in the chair and shuddering her way through an honest to god orgasm as she's brought to climax by nothing but him playing with her feet.
Incredibly embarrassed, Okita can do nothing but hide her face in her hands, at this point. She can't believe she would… that she would j-just cum like that, from something so… so lewd as foot play. She wasn't that kind of girl! But then, how would she know? She was a virgin, wasn't she? Inexperienced in all forms of sex… so of course she couldn't have guessed that this would be her weak point. But obviously, the Master of Chaldea had noticed. Obviously, her Master had seen right through her, right into the deepest parts of her soul, and discovered her foot fetish.
In the same way that Okita would expect a lesser skilled swordsman to submit to her for training, she finds herself submitting to her Master's expertise on this matter, namely sex. While part of her wants nothing more than to flee before things go any further, a much larger part of her wants to see what else her Master has managed to figure out about her.
As such, Okita is completely unmoving when Shigure eventually pulls back from playing with, licking at, and suckling on her feet and toes. Pushing her feet together, the young Master of Chaldea whips out his cock and without any warning, pushes it forward between her soles and begins thrusting. Okita's eyes snap wide open at that, and she peeks through her fingers down at where he's fucking her feet like… like it's n-normal, or something.
… It feels good. Really good, truth be told. Okita whimpers as she finds herself being used as a sort of sexual aid by her Master. And not any normal part of her body either, but her oh so sensitive f-feet. It's embarrassing, to be sure… but it also feels way too damn good. The Master of Chaldea seems to think so as well, because he groans as he thrusts in between her soles, and after tossing his head back, he actually cums, much to Okita's surprise. He cums, just from fucking her feet.
The strength of his cum-shot is such that it launches all the way up the length of Okita's body, and ends up splattering across her face, with the rest of his load landing on her chest and abdomen, soaking into and defiling her shirt. Some of it even manages to get as far as her hair, but Okita doesn't pay that much mind… she's too busy unconsciously licking at her lips, lapping up the semen that's landed on them and swallowing it down as she finds the taste to her liking.
Shigure, meanwhile, is just getting started, as evidenced by his big fat cock, still fully erect between his legs. Maintaining his grasp on Okita's ankles, the Master of Chaldea stands and at the same time lifts them up. Okita's eyes widen as she's slowly tilted back in her chair, but thanks to Shigure, it's a controlled fall. Soon enough, she's on her back and he's towering over her, with her body somewhat folded into such a position that her crotch and thus her soaked-through panties are right in front of his dick.
Pushing her panties aside is easy enough, as is sliding his member into her cunt, even if she is a virgin. She's already so damn wet from all the foot play at this point, and his member is nice and lubed up from the precum that came out of him fucking her feet. There is still her hymen to contend with though… but Shigure pushes right on through that, breaking her hymen and taking her purity right then and there, just as Okita had feared might happen when she'd originally been summoned to her Master's Quarters.
And yet, like so many reluctant female Servants before her, at this point that fear seems almost laughable to the swordswoman. As Shigure's meat-sword fills her cunt and stretches her nice and wide, she's too busy moaning happily to really mind that he's fucking her, or that he's taken her virginity. Of course, then he has to go ahead and make it embarrassing again when he goes right back to sucking, licking, and lapping at her toes and feet.
Okita covers her face in embarrassment once more, even as she blushes deeply, all the while whimpering and moaning from the pleasure. Shigure fucks her slowly at first, but soon picks up speed, pushing deeper and deeper inside of her with every thrust, all while suckling at her freshly washed toes. It's all too much for the swordswoman, and it's not long before she's climaxing again, shuddering around his cock, even as Shigure fucks her harder and faster than ever before.
On her third orgasm, on her third time cumming from the pleasure of having her feet played with and her cunt fucked, Okita manages to milk Shigure of his own orgasm, causing her Master to go right ahead and fill her to the brim with his seed, pumping a nice, thick load of white, hot cum deep inside of her pussy. It's all just too much for Okita. She might be a master swordswoman… but in the end, she's still an inexperienced virgin. Back arching from that last explosive orgasm, Okita's eyes flutter and then roll back in her head as she passes out from the pleasure.
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Afterwards, they both move to the bed. Okita can still feel her Master's cum inside of her, filling her womb, warming her belly. It feels… it feels good. It feels really good. Almost as good as the fact that their legs are entwined right now and they're playing footsie, their toes intertwined with each other and massaging one another.
THAT feels best of all, though it still leaves Okita blushing red, and more than a little embarrassed as the Master of Chaldea leans in close and nibbles at one of her ears.
"You know, I think you might just have the sexiest feet in all of Chaldea, Okita. Mm, I think we're going to have to make rewarding you for all of your hard work a regular thing, going forward."
A-Ah, why was her Master so damn embarrassing? Okita covers her face with her hands again, unable to help herself. But also, while she's blushing profusely beneath said hands… she's also smiling a small little happy smile. Maybe… maybe being one of her Master's many, MANY kept women wouldn't be so bad after all. It was nice to be wanted, nice to be desired, really.
Not having it in her to respond verbally, Okita responds to her Master's suggestion by squeezing down on his toes with her own, prompting him to squeeze back and use his slightly larger, more masculine digits to cover her toes and massage them, basically embracing her feet with his feet, while at the same time actually embracing her full body with his full body. Melting into the lover's embrace, because what else could it be called, Okita just lets go and lets herself be happy.
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Gareth
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Gareth, Knight of the Round Table, had a problem. Or perhaps it would be best to call herself a Lady Knight now, like the other Knights of the Round Table had taken to doing…
Being summoned into Chaldea was not at all a bad thing, that much Gareth had decided rather quickly. It had definitely taken it's own sort of acclimation though, that was for sure. She'd needed to properly get used to the place, and the quirks of the individuals within it. Especially her new Master. The Master of Chaldea was an interesting man… and also the sort of man that chivalry would have dictated Gareth needed to bring to justice or something, back when she'd been alive.
And yet, her King and all of her fellow Knights had ultimately submitted to the Master of Chaldea. Not only that, but the Knights of the Round Table… they were all women like she was now. That was a bit strange, but once she'd heard that it was the result of some tomfoolery on Merlin's part, well, it'd begun to make a whole lot more sense, hadn't it?
In the end, Merlin had messed with everyone, and now apparently their Master was the only male left in the entirety of Chaldea. That was pretty wild… but not nearly as wild as finding out that every other Knight of the Round Table had gotten with the young Master of Chaldea before Gareth had even arrived. She was… she wasn't supposed to be a sexual being. Being a Knight as she was, she was supposed to be above such things. She was supposed to be the epitome of the Knightly ideals, and despite what some piss poor knights might have done back in her time, having a lot of sex, both consensual and otherwise, was not part of the Knightly ideals.
And yet… and yet, Gareth was jealous. She was jealous of her fellow Knights, of those Lady Knights who had slept with the Master of Chaldea, with HER Master. She wondered at times what it would be like. She wondered what it would feel like to submit to him and let him have his way with her, to abandon her Knightly ideals and become yet another one of his Lady Knights.
Even her siblings, Gawain and Mordred, have gotten to sleep with the young Master. More than that, much to Gareth's shock, Mordred was actually heavily pregnant with the Master of Chaldea's child when Gareth was first summoned a week ago! She's probably going to be due any day now! That… well, the impending motherhood at least hasn't changed Mordred very much. She's still as tomboyish as ever. But even still, it's rather shocking, isn't it?
The one thing that Gareth finds herself truly, heavily conflicted about is Lancelot's genderbending and subsequent laying. On one hand, her hero worship of the older Knight compels her to want to defend Lancelot's honor… and boy does she need a lot of defending THESE days. On the other hand, Gareth sees the way Lancelot looks to the Master of Chaldea, and she finds herself unbelievably jealous at the obvious affection in the Lady Knight's gaze.
It just wasn't fair. It felt like she was so late to the damn party. It felt like she had missed out on basically everything. What was she supposed to do now? What was-
In the midst of losing herself in her thoughts, Gareth completely fails to notice Gawain approaching her from behind, right up until a poke to the small of her back sends a shock up the short-haired blonde's spine and causes Gareth to yelp cutely in surprise as she nearly leaps three feet into the air. Spinning around, Gareth puffs out her cheeks at realizing who it is.
Meanwhile, Gawain just grins, greeting her cute little pink-cheeked sister cheerfully, her large breasts jiggling as she bounces on the balls of her feet.
"Gareth, hey! There you are, I've been looking everywhere for you~"
Gareth blinks at that, and lets out a slightly shaky laugh, her previous thoughts still swirling around her head and leaving her a little bit dazed by the sudden change of pace.
"O-Oh, hey Gawain, I-mmph!"
But before she can even fully return her big sister's greeting, she finds herself pulled into a hug that buries her face in her sister's giant tits, causing her pink cheeks to pinken even further in embarrassment and cutting her off before she can even finish her sentence. With her face buried in Gawain's cleavage, Gareth has no way of noticing the sly grin that develops across Gawain's face, even as the Lady Knight smothers her little sister for just a teensy tiny bit before letting her out of her cleavage.
As Gareth takes in deep breathes of air, distinctly ruffled by the lack of oxygen and quite flustered at this point, Gawain just giggles and grabs her by the hand.
"Come with me, I have something super fun to show you!"
Suddenly, Gareth finds herself nearly dragged right off her feet as her big sister begins to pull her along, tugging very insistently. Yelping, the less-stacked Knight whines a little, though she can't escape Gawain's grasp.
"Gawain, you don't have to pull so hard! A-And besides, where are we even going?!"
"You'll see~"
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They soon enough reach their destination, or so it would seem when Gawain arrives in front of a door and slams it open with all the exuberant force that Gareth is used to seeing from her big sister. The fat-chested Lady Knight pulls Gareth inside, where the short-haired blonde is greeted by a sight that sees her stopping dead in her tracks.
Within the room is the heavily pregnant form of the Knight of Betrayal herself, sitting on the Master of Chaldea's lap and bouncing up and down on his cock. Mordred looks quite happy with herself as she rides their Master to kingdom cum, while their Master seems pleased as well, holding her swollen pregnant belly with both hands and leaving a string of bright red hickeys along her pale neck.
Even as Gareth stands there in a stupor, both look up and seem just as surprised by her and Gawain's arrival. They quickly get over that surprise though, with Mordred looking angry at the interruption, and the Master of Chaldea grinning wickedly. Then, Gawain shocks all three of them again with a loud, over the top proclamation.
"Master! Gareth here very greatly desires your cock, and after everything else, it only seems fair that you should 'knight' her like you did the rest of the Round Table, if you know what I mean!"
Gareth whips her head towards her big sister in sheer disbelief, even as Gawain stands there, head held high and chest puffed up, as if she's PROUD that she just threw her sister under the wagon like she did, while at the same time effectively pimping Gareth out without her say so! Gareth sputters and stammers, unable to put together the words to censure Gawain for her insensitive actions. After all, she DID want their Master to 'knight' her and she DID greatly desire his cock (which was currently buried ball's deep inside of Mordred, it seemed) but that didn't mean Gawain was supposed to just come out and SAY it like she had!
A low growl sounds out from across the room, coming from a heavily pregnant Knight of Betrayal, who's eyes at this point have narrowed into slits. She's looking between Gawain and Gareth like she's not sure which one she wants to kill first.
"You interrupted my time with Master for this, Gawain? And you, Gareth… you allowed her to do so?!"
Gareth is a Knight of the Round Table and has fought many a foe. She lived every moment of her original life like it would be the last, ready to lay down her life in service to Camelot, ready to die for her King, if need be. She'd even been ready to face down Mordred on the battlefield, though she'd never gotten the chance. And yet… and yet, Gareth decides right then and there, even as she trembles in her armor, that there's not much scarier then a pregnant Mordred angry at her.
However, before she can apologize and hastily pull Gawain from the room to escape the pregnant pint-sized blonde's wrath, the Master of Chaldea himself steps in, chuckling in amusement as he leans in and kisses Mordred's neck before speaking up, his very tone seeming to calm the Knight of Betrayal down as it washes over her.
"Come now, my cute little Moedred. Gawain has a good point; Gareth doesn't deserve to be left out in the cold. And we might as well take care of things here and now, now that they're here, hm? How about this… if you can share now, I'll allow you to share my bed alone later tonight, just the two of us."
Gareth flicks her gaze between Mordred (Why did the Master call her MOEdred?) and the Master of Chaldea, her respect for him growing somewhat reluctantly as she watches him tame the heavily pregnant beast that is her sister. Slowly, Mordred relaxes, before ultimately her shoulders slump and she gives a nod, languidly climbing her way bit by bit off of his cock.
"Ugh, very well. I'm still annoyed, but I suppose I can accept such a compromise just this once, for Gareth's sake. Come over here and hop aboard, Gareth!"
What… how… she couldn't! Gareth flushes, going as red as a tomato as she stares at Mordred in wide-eyed disbelief, before looking to the Master and his cock, and then looking over to Gawain as well, who was daring to give her an encouraging smile and nod, like ANY of this was normal. This was not normal! Sure, she might have fantasized about doing it with their Master, but NOT with her sisters present, d-damn it all!
"Gareth."
The Master's voice, calm and gentle and kind, sounds through the air. It's like silken chocolate against her ears, even though she knows from all of the rumors and the stories that he can be just as brutal as he can be gentle, just as cruel as he is kind. The Master of Chaldea is not always a nice man. At best, you could say he was complicated in the extreme.
Still, he's looking at her now, and more than that, he's holding a handout to her. He's sitting there, with his cock out of his pants and fully erect, and he's holding out his hand to her. THIS, minus her sisters, feels a lot like one of her fantasies, truth be told.
"Come here, dear Knight. Remove your armor and your garments and come sit with me."
Sit on him, he meant. Gareth had no illusions about what would happen to her if she walked over there. And yet… and yet, he was just so charming. And she'd already been lusting after him for a while. Highly embarrassed and incredibly flustered, the young Knight nonetheless reaches down and begins to undo the straps on her armor, letting it fall to floor piece by piece.
As she does so, as she strips herself of her armor and the clothes, she's wearing underneath, Gareth walks forward. Each step she takes feels like she's walking towards an execution… but also her destiny. Her heart is rapidly beating in her chest by the time she reaches her Master, by the time she's close enough that he can reach for her.
His hands fall on her hips and he turns her around, facing her away from him. Gareth tenses at this, because it leaves her staring at her sisters, who she'd almost, very nearly, managed to forget were there. Both of them are watching, and she can't stop herself from ducking her head, averting her gaze, and then covering her face with her hands for good measure.
As a result, she's unresistant when the Master of Chaldea pulls her back onto his lap right in front of Mordred and Gawain, and ultimately onto his cock as well. The short-haired blonde can only eep as she ends up impaled on his shaft, her tight little cunt clenching around his cock as his length sinks deeper and deeper into her. As he bounces her up and down on his cock, she yelps and squeaks and ultimately moans… she does a LOT of that last one, moaning up a storm as she finally gets to feel what it's like to be a woman.
Meanwhile, while Mordred has accepted that her turn with her Master is done for now, that doesn't mean the pregnant Knight of Betrayal has forgiven Gawain for engineering the interruption in the first place. Horny, and still quite irate with her sister, Mordred stalks over to Gawain and grabs her by her hair, forcing her to her knees.
"I deserve an apology for interrupting my time with Master, Gawain."
Gawain gulps at that, knowing better than to argue with the heavily pregnant knight. Seeing the submission in Gawain's eyes, Mordred smirks and plants her sister's face right into her cunt, forcing Gawain to eat her out as she grinds her wet pussy all over the other Knight's mouth.
"Yesss, that's better…"
Turning them both, Mordred positions herself so that she can better watch as Gareth gets fucked by the Master of Chaldea. This, of course, causes Gareth to flush in further embarrassment, making her duck her head once more. Even still, as Gareth gets pounded by their Master, Mordred watches, her eyes focusing on Gareth's cute, plump cheek and the perpetual blush upon them, and her large (doubly so given her small, five-foot stature) bouncing breasts.
As Mordred stares, she finds herself scooting forward, dragging a protesting Gawain with her across the room, though she pays Gawain no mind, continuing to force the other Lady Knight to eat her out. Closer and closer Mordred gets, until she finds herself so close that Gareth can no longer truly avert her gaze. Instead, the other blonde finds herself forced to stare into Mordred's eyes, until their faces are mere centimeters apart.
The two of them stare at each other for what feels like an eternity, even as Shigure continues to fuck Gareth from below, even as Gawain continues to dutifully eat out Mordred. Finally, the pregnant Knight blushes slightly herself, stuttering a bit as she speaks.
"A-Ah… I s-should be honest… I kind of, sorta… had feelings for you back when we were still alive, Gareth. And now…"
Gareth barely has time to process what Mordred is saying and what it means, before the heavily pregnant Knight of Betrayal shoves her lips up against her sister's, her tongue plunging into Gareth's mouth. Too shocked by the sudden confession to react until it's a wee bit too late, in the end all Gareth can do is squirm a bit more before ultimately relaxing into the moment and letting Mordred kiss her.
It's in that moment that she has a bit of an epiphany. This… this is what it means to be a Lady Knight, isn't it? It's not about being both a woman and a knight, no. That isn't what makes one a Lady Knight. Lady Knights and actual Knights… they're two different things. They live by two different sets of Knightly ideals.
As Gareth has her pussy pounded by her Master and her mouth plundered by her sister, she realizes that this must be what her fellow Knights as well as her King all felt… and she loves it, every last bit of it. Moaning wantonly, finding herself getting into it more and more, Gareth's tongue begins to wrestle with Mordred, and she kisses the heavily pregnant girl right back.
They makeout with one another, even as their Master fucks Gareth from below, getting ever closer to filling her with his seed. He was going to breed her just like he had Mordred, wasn't he? He was going to fuck her until he came, at which point he was going to knock her up. Had he knocked up the other Lady Knights of Chaldea as well? Were they just not as far along yet as Mordred, and thus more capable of showing it?
Who could say for sure? Not Gareth, she had no clue. But in the end, it didn't matter. All that mattered was being the best Lady Knight she could be, of emulating her idols and her fellow Knights in their path towards true nirvana. This was exactly where she belonged, wasn't it?
Eventually, things do come to a close, with quite the climatic finish. Gareth gets a wombful of seed that sends her right over the edge into an explosive orgasm, and her moans into Mordred's mouth prove to be a trigger that causes her to squirt her pussy juices all over Gawain's face. As Mordred pulls back from Gareth's lips finally, a thick string of saliva connects the two girls together, even as they stare into one another's eyes with dazed looks on their faces, both of them knowing deep down inside that things will never be the same after this. And maybe that's a good thing.
As their Master lifts Gareth off of his cock, Mordred is quick to act, and before anyone even realizes what's happening, the heavily pregnant young woman reminds everyone of the fact that she IS still a Servant, with all the strength that entails. Sweeping Gareth up into a bridal-style carry, Mordred looks at Shigure and gives a declaration.
"Gareth will be joining you and I in bed tonight, Master. And you're going to pound her until she's good and pregnant!"
Gareth's eyes go wide at that, and she blushes like mad, despite the fact that she'd been thinking about him breeding her just a few moments before. Mostly, she's embarrassed because… well, tonight was supposed to be Mordred's, in exchange for letting Gareth interrupt like she had, oh so rudely. She tries to say as much, of course.
"B-But Mordred, tonight-mmph!"
However, before she can get more than three words out, Mordred is silencing her with another deep, passionate kiss that Gareth finds herself melting into quite happily.
Meanwhile, Shigure watches all of this happen with the same level of amusement that he's honestly been feeling since the whole situation first developed. His gaze is soon drawn downwards however, to where a certain Lady Knight who made all of this happen is gazing at his cock quite longingly, Mordred's movement during the entire exchange leading Gawain to kneeling right between Shigure's legs.
Making eye contact with Gawain, Shigure just grins and gives his cock a wave. That's all the Lady Knight needs to push forward, eagerly wrapping her tits around his messy prick and beginning to suck at the head. Shigure just chuckles and leans back, rewarding Gawain for her efforts by letting her give him a titfuck. He truly was a magnanimous Master, wasn't he?
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Benienma
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It couldn't be allowed to go on as it had been any longer. Now that she was a Servant of Chaldea, Benienma the Tongue-Cut Sparrow, Proprietor of the Enma Pavilion, had seen enough. She'd seen the way her Master ate, the food that he consumed. Simply put… it wasn't healthy! Something had to change, or her Master wouldn't last much longer. Oh sure, he'd probably have a few more decades under his belt… his ever widening belt.
Certainly, the magic of some of his other Servants likely helped him in metabolizing the unhealthy junk foods that he was constantly consuming, but that didn't make it right. Just because he had a lot of runic magic reinforcing his stats and increasing his everything didn't give any excuse for eating in an unhealthy manner!
As a proprietress, as a self-described innkeeper above all else, it came down to Benienma to set things right. Her relationship with her Master be damned, she refused to permit an unhealthy lifestyle! Polite and respectful with guests, strict with the Master she serves, THAT was the Benienma-style of service! With a determined frown on her face and the glint of resolve in her gaze, Benienma gives a sharp nod to no one at all but herself.
It was time to begin preparing a proper meal for her Master.
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He hadn't failed to notice her stalking. To be perfectly fair, Shigure was used to being stalked in Chaldea. He wasn't entirely sure it could even be considered stalking, since the female Servants that liked to follow him around invariably ended up in bed with him getting plowed silly before being sent upon their way. But then, that only made his current stalker all the more stalker-ish, didn't it?
Benienma was a recent addition to Chaldea, though she'd been around for weeks now. And yet, he still hadn't done anything with her, and she still hadn't asked anything of him… until now. Up until this point, Shigure had seen the way she was watching him. Usually, she spied upon him while he was eating. A lot of Shigure's meals were also sexual encounters, so at first Shigure had believed Benienma to be a pervert of the highest order, the kind of lewd oni that liked to watch as he fucked and ate off of this Servant or that.
But not every meal Shigure had involved sex. Sometimes, given how busy he usually was, he had to just grab something and go. It was because of this that he quickly came to realize Benienma wasn't watching him have sex… she was watching him eat. For whatever reason, she was constantly there, just out of sight, for the majority of his meals, studying him, observing him, taking him in.
Maybe she has a food fetish? Shigure honestly can't say for sure, mostly because he fully intended to wait for Benienma to come to him… or rather, as was the case now, for her to invite him to come to her. After weeks of stalking him, a very beautiful invitation done in calligraphy had been slipped under his door and into his quarters. The invitation was to dinner in Benienma's room, so that the Proprietress of the Enma Pavilion could properly dine her Master.
Needless to say, Shigure was intrigued. Maybe even a little excited. He'd certainly be happy to clear his schedule for the evening, just so that he could finally get to the bottom of Benienma's strange behavior. He wanted to find out what made the Servant tick, and one way or the other, he would. Coming to a stop outside of the innkeeper's quarters, Shigure knocks gently and is unsurprised when the door slides open for him a moment later.
Stepping into her room catches him a bit more off-guard though. Whereas the rest of Chaldea is very modern, very sleek, and very… futuristic, in a way… Benienma's bedroom is anything but. Oh, it's still 'sleek' in its own rustic way… done up in the traditional Japanese-style, Benienma's quarters are a blast from the past, looking far more cozy and even warm than most of Chaldea could be said to be, with its monochrome walls and floors and ceilings, and its spartan efficiency.
Stepping further into the room, Shigure can't help but smile and nod, enjoying the feel more and more by the second. It doesn't look like much of a bedroom, in fact, he can't even see a bed. Instead, it looks more like the bottom floor of an inn, simply done in miniature. In the center of the room is a traditional Japanese meal, a feast really given he's the only one there to consume it, laid out on a low-to-the-ground table of traditional Japanese make.
Off to the side is the proprietress herself. Benienma sits in the Seiza position upon a nearby cushion, wearing nothing but a naked apron, her small body otherwise on display in its currently half-naked state. That bit isn't that surprising. After all, Shigure had come into this with amorous intent, had he not? He wasn't leaving here without fucking the female oni at least once…
Still, business before pleasure and all that rot. The invitation wasn't for sex, it was for a meal. And as enticing as Benienma currently looked, the spread of food she'd made looked even better. Striding forward, Shigure sits down at the table, kneeling on the cushion provided for him and lets his eyes feast on an up-close and personal view of the food that Benienma has prepared.
"… It all looks so wonderful. You've outdone yourself."
Benienma preens under that, her back straightening and her nonexistent chest pushing outwards a bit at the praise. But she doesn't make any further comments, and Shigure doesn't really ask her for her opinion on what to eat first. After all, at the end of the day, he was the Master of Chaldea. He didn't need to be TOLD how to eat.
Taking up his chopsticks, without further ado, Shigure begins to dig in. He piles his plate high and then begins to sample what he's picked out so far. Finding it all to be equally delicious, he consumes that first place of food at a rapid pace before ultimately going back for seconds. The meal was very obviously crafted with love as well as something even more important… the skills of an expert chef.
Benienma wasn't just a stellar innkeeper… or rather, it was perhaps better to say that she was even more of a stellar innkeeper because she could cook a meal this amazing as well as being able to take care of all of the other duties that one associated with a proprietress. Regardless, Shigure is all too happy to eat every last bit of food that she's made for him, because at the end of the day… the changes that have been made to his personage make him all too hungry, far too much of the time.
Unbeknownst to Benienma, Shigure didn't always go to junk food by choice. The truth was, his enhancements, the strength and stamina and everything else that he'd come to rely on in the course of discharging his duties as Master of Chaldea, required him to pack away a LOT of calories. Otherwise, he would have been as weak as a newborn kitten most of the time, runic magic be damned. Basically, he had to eat a lot every day in order to avoid starving himself.
Junk food just so happened to have the most calories in it, while also being exceptionally easy to get ahold of in comparison to other sorts of meals. But Benienma's feast that she prepared for him was both high in calories by sheer dint of being a massive spread of food, while also being healthy and providing Shigure with a number of different vitamins that his body had been doing without for some time.
Needless to say, it was the best meal that he'd had in ages, though Shigure doesn't just come out and say that. He eats everything before him with meticulous and methodical care, and when he's done, he sets down his chopsticks on an empty plate and uses a provided napkin to wipe his face clean. As he's finishing up, only then does Benienma speak.
"A-Ah… did Master like the meal-dechi?"
Shigure lets his gaze slide over to the half-naked Servant, a slight smile on his lips as he cocks his head to the side. That bit at the end, that was a verbal tic he was quite aware of by now. Benienma ended a lot of her sentences with it, and sometimes she was known to just say it all on its own. It was, as far as Shigure could tell, the equivalent to chirping… which given her title as the Tongue-Cut Sparrow, was in fact very appropriate.
"I did like the meal. I would even go so far as to say I greatly enjoyed it… I'm ready for dessert now."
And truth be told, if she'd had a dessert to pull out of nowhere, Shigure would have happily and greedily consumed it, before ultimately getting down to pleasure. But he's not surprised when she begins fretting, because as far as he can tell, there is no dessert… no traditional dessert, anyways.
"A-Ah, d-dessert! Oh no-dechi! I didn't think to make any dessert-dechi! I… this meal was supposed to be h-healthy for Master, you see-dechi!"
Raising a hand, Shigure stops Benienma in her fretting tracks, offering her a kind smile.
"It's fine. I see dessert right before me, in the end."
Before she can react to that, the Master of Chaldea has reached out and snatched Benienma up off of her nearby cushion, dragging her forward and flipping her onto her back on the table he's just finished eating off of. Benienma lets out a yelp that sounds vaguely like another 'dechi', before moaning as Shigure lifts her small legs up over his shoulders in order to bring her exposed quim up to his face, at which point he smirks and then proceeds to dig into the 'honeypot' he finds in front of him.
His tongue has to do a lot of work to push into Benienma's tight, tiny cunt, but Shigure is no quitter and he makes headway regardless of how small the oni's pussy is, pushing deeper and deeper as Benienma squeals and squirms, her feet kicking at empty air over either of his shoulders.
"M-Master-dechi! Dechi! Dechiiii!!!"
As the cute little Tongue-Cut Sparrow chirps away in surprise, Shigure just chuckles and continues to shove his tongue deep into her tiny pussy, pushing and pushing and wiggling his mouth muscle around inside of her cunt. He feels how she flexes her inner walls along his tongue entirely involuntarily, how she bucks and grinds against his facer as she 'dechi's' all over the pleasure in pleasure, until finally… it hits her.
Benienma's first orgasm of the night is quite explosive, but then Shigure is all too ready for that. When the honeypot he's been delving into with his tongue finally explodes in his face, he's very much pleased with the amount of 'honey' he receives as a reward, slurping up Benienma's sweet pussy juices and swallowing them down as she squirts into his mouth directly.
He drinks until she's finished with her orgasm, and then he pulls her back, letting her trembling, still-kicking little legs fall off of his shoulders. At the same time, his hands grip her waist and the young Master of Chaldea drags Benienma from where she's lying on her back on the table, right into his lap. Once he has her where he wants her, the first thing Shigure does is push her apron together to expose her teeny tiny titties to open air and more importantly, to himself.
Leaning forward, Shigure grabs Benienma's chest, groping and squeezing her little breasts, for as much as they exist on the almost-flat oni, while at the same time capturing her nipples in between his lips and teeth one after the other. He sucks at one teat, only to bite it before switching to the next, repeating the process between the two of them constantly.
Still, he's not about to remain in the foreplay stage of this transaction forever. His cock is entirely erect at this point, made all the more so by Benienma's instinctive grinding of her naked little pussy against his crotch. After a moment, Shigure reaches down and all but tears his pants open to release his thick, long member from its confines. Its only the work of a few seconds to then press his length into the tiny little cunt he was eating out just moments before. With a grunt, Shigure impales Benienma on his length, penetrating her nice and deep with his cock.
His massive member easily fills Benienma's tight cunt, and the very first penetration, due to just how absurdly wet she is by this point, ends up spearing right through her cervix. As a result, Shigure finds himself knocking into the back of her womb with a couple inches of cock left to spare. For a time, he settles for that, settles for just fucking her in that state.
Suckling at her titties, plowing his dick into her tight little cunt, Shigure is greatly enjoying his 'dessert', that's for sure. Benienma, meanwhile… legitimately didn't expect things to escalate so quickly. Oh, certainly, the small oni had been well aware that she would probably be part of the 'menu' after the meal, so to speak. She'd been watching her master for some time after all, and she'd seen how lots of his eating habits lined up with his sexual habits.
If she wanted to make sure he ate healthier, she would need to be ready to match those women who he was currently fucking while eating so unhealthily. Or at least, that was Benienma's thinking when she'd decided to wear nothing but her apron to this little dinner. Her food had apparently done wonderfully though, something that filled her with pride… and yet, the Master's appetites did not end with mere food, did they?
Orgasming around her Master's cock again and again, all Benienma can do is moan and groan and 'dechi' all over the place. Chirping like the little sparrow she is, the innkeeper's eyes roll around in her head, going crossed more often then not, though she never quite goes full ahegao. At least… she doesn't until Shigure decides that he can't let his current predicament stand.
Oh sure, he's fucking Benienma and he's certainly enjoying himself well enough… but at the same time, those last few inches of his cock left out in the cold so to speak… he's gotta do right by them, doesn't he? Gripping the small bird-girl tightly by the waist, Shigure proceeds to lift Benienma ALMOST all the way off of his member… and then he doesn't so much drop her back down as he YANKS her back down, thrusting up into her at the same time and forcing every last inch of his cock into Benienma's cunt and womb.
This in turn makes her stomach and apron bulge out beautifully, even as her eyes shoot wide open before rolling all the way back in her skull. Meanwhile, her tongue lolls out of her mouth, completing the utterly silly ahegao expression. As Shigure fucks her from that point on, Benienma, lost in the throes of pleasure and orgasming over and over again around his length, can do nothing more than utter her unique little verbal tic.
"Dechi! Dechi! Dechiiiii!!!"
Still, all good things come to an end eventually. Her pussy walls are too tight and her womb and cervix cling to his thrusting prick in a way few other women could ever hope to thanks to her small size. All in all, the tiny little oni milks Shigure of his release, the innkeeper doing her job as a proper host to her Master and guest, and bringing him off, causing him to fill her to the brim with his seed.
And then some, because really, Benienma's womb is far to small to take one of Shigure's enhanced cum loads. His seed explodes out of her stretched pussy around his thick pistoning prick and coats her thighs, even as her belly bulges even further because of the white, hot cum now filling her womb and stretching it even wider than his cock did.
When Shigure ultimately pulls out, Benienma remains bloated and looks like she's a few months pregnant, her belly distended rather lewdly given her small frame.
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Afterwards, Benienma recovers quickly enough and insists on cleaning up after herself. Shigure, of course, lets her, smiling as he watches the small bird-girl bob up and down on his cock, cleaning it of their lingering combined juices while at the same time verbally worshipping it thanks to her skill at Ventriloquism.
"Mm-Master has the best cock-dechi! Master's seed is so good-dechi! Perhaps Master would let me use it in some of my dishes for the others-dechi!"
Shigure chuckles, marveling at how Benienma is able to talk so coherently even with a cock filling her throat. He can even see the way that her neck is currently bulging as a result of his member pushing down her esophagus and into her gullet. And yet, he hears every word she says. Truly, Benienma is a special girl.
As she continues to slurp up both of their sexual fluids from his member, Shigure chuckles, running a hand through the innkeeper's hair.
"Perhaps… one thing is for sure though. I decided it back when I first finished that delicious meal you prepared for me. From now on, you'll be in charge of all of my major meals, Benienma. I'll expect a daily bento or five for lunch, and a feast just like tonight's every night for dinner. Do you think you can do that for me?"
Benienma's eyes have gone wide as he talks, and Shigure knows full well that he's making her dreams come true. Her words a moment later, slipping out from around the cock she's currently deep-throating without a single ounce of gagging or choking, simply confirm what he already knows.
"T-That would be wonderful Master-dechi! I-I won't let you down-dechi!"
Shigure just chuckles, continuing to run his hand through Benienma's hair as the small bird-girl goes all the way to the base of his cock in order to fully complete her clean-up mission.
"I know you won't, my dear. I know you won't."
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