So someone posted a dumb meme on the sub and I thought it was funny.
French Biscuits
Summary: Ritsuka fingers Marie in public.
Marie's minidress would have, during the times she lived in, caused a major scandal just by existing, let alone being worn. Even a commoner would've caused a scandal like that, would've been accused of being a lady of ill repute and all sorts of detestable names.
Which was why Marie was certainly glad that the world today was much more liberal, permissive and welcoming of skimpy clothes. Admittedly, she had still drawn the odd look walking with her arm entwined with her master's, slightly leaning forward, just enough to make the people who turned their heads think they could catch a glimpse of what lay underneath.
They wouldn't, obviously. Marie Antoinette was a symbol of beauty and believed in sharing her beauty with any who wished to partake in her, but she also respected the boundaries of society, somewhat, and the boundaries of her loved ones, and while she had great fun watching her fellow Frenchmen squirm or turn red when the topic came up, ultimately she would forever remain only at the teasing stage.
Indeed, Marie was nothing short of a cocktease. Never so much as a glimpse of her cameltoe, but she certainly had a great deal many people's motors running.
She had gotten quite a bit bored with the reactions from Chaldea's staff, who had gotten unfortunately immunized to her as more and more sexually attractive servants were summoned. Quite hard to attract all the boys' gazes when unlike her, others were willing to even fornicate in public.
Marie would have to be a hypocrite to decree them for that when she'd masturbated several times to the sight of Fergus' massive nine inch penis spearing into Medb's tiny cunt, leaving a noticeable bulge in her tummy from where the head rested when fully sheated. Seeing Medb's stomach slightly bloat with the massive loads Fergus deposited on her each time was an incredible turn on.
So much so that her fingers simply weren't up to the task of keeping her satisfied.
She stumbled a little when her thighs started to rub together at the memory of Fergus pounding his most frequent sexual partner into the ground while three lesser men, and they really looked like lesser men next to his exhuberant masculinity, were getting milked by each of her hands and her mouth.
"Are you okay, Marie?"
Her master's voice was soft and low. They were in a highly populated area, and the murmur from the people around them was almost overpowering and deafening, but it took her no effort to immediately identify the voice of her master through the background noise.
"Yes, apologies," she said, straightening up, "I'm just-"
She yelped.
Her master's hand was on her crotch.
"I figured I was smelling something sweet," he quiped.
She blushed brightly.
"Damn, girl, it's like a lake down here," he said, rubbing his fingers on her soaked panties. "Oh? Clean shaven?"
"I... uh," she fumbled for a moment. Well, no reason to be dishonest. She gathered herself and gave him a confident and wide smile. "I heard you don't like hair, Ritsuka."
Laughing, Ritsuka shook his head. "I don't mind it," he said. "I just don't like hair getting caught in my teeth, you know."
Marie blushed at the implication. Her panties moistened further.
Her Master's hand was still on her crotch, and the people around them didn't seem to notice.
It was a festival of some sort, Marie hadn't been paying attention when the briefing was given, had only really heard that she'd be deploying alongside her Master as his last line of defense, as Mashu was injured after a training accident.
His hand gave her one last go, from the bottom of her slit to where her clit was starting to emerge, and she shivered at the feeling of the soaked cloth on her needy pussy. "Let's get some food and take a seat," he said, gesturing to the stalls and the grassy plain that was chosen to host the stage.
His hand went around her shoulders and pulled her close, she let it happen with a smile. "You really do know how to treat a lady," she murmured, chuckling a little.
"Well, I did learn from the best," he said, nodding to himself.
Marie almost laughed when a man with his hands around two women tried to do the stereotypical movie bully move, wherein they'd attempt to separate a perceived 'dweeb' from his hot date.
Normally, that was when the dweeb would step up and challenge the bully, earning his girlfriend's affections in the process. For Ritsuka and Marie, who were used to him being the weaker of the two, it could not have played any more differently. Besides, neither had anything to prove to the muscled teen.
Besides...
"If you think you can satisfy me," Marie said with a bright smile, "then you're welcome to try."
Ritsuka smiled as he turned to look at her. "I'll set up a blanket and get us some food, don't be too late."
Marie smiled.
She was still cleaning her hand with a wet paper towel when she arrived at their blanket, fifteen minutes later.
"That short?" Ritsuka asked.
"Not everyone is accustomed to being with legendary beauties, Master," Marie chided, "he tried his best, and that's what matters... Even if it was terribly disappointing."
Ritsuka hummed.
"All he had going for him was a big dick. Didn't even get hard."
It was clear that she was a bit more frustrated than she let on.
Ritsuka thought about it for a few seconds before he grabbed her by the torso and pulled her on top of him so she sat on his lap. His feet hooked on her ankles and he spread her legs.
At no point did she offer even the slightest resistance.
With her legs spread her soaked panties were on full display to anyone who so much as looked behind. They weren't at the very back, but they were pretty far back, and that meant a lot of people could randomly see Marie's underwear.
She blushed brightly.
For some reason, it had a much dirtier connotation than just wearing a bikini in public, even if she knew that strictly speaking, she was far more covered with her regular underwear.
"I'm sorry I have been neglecting you lately, my Queen," Ritsuka whispered into her ear, lettting his tongue out to give her a slow, sensuous lick.
"Aah, I'm sorry I'm so needy Master," she replied, relaxing her entire body as she melted into her master, metaphorically anyway.
"This body exists to be worshipped, you really are a gift from God," he said, his hands caressing every part of her body that he could reach, running from her knees, up her thighs, glancing over her crotch, caressing her tummy all the way to her breasts, which he kneaded a little.
"They're... pretty small, aren't they..?"
Ritsuka hummed. "They're cute," he said.
She knew he was telling the truth. Despite the fact that she had anything but body image issues, it was still thrilling to hear her Master tell her how much he liked her body. It was something she'd never really gotten from her husband, the man had been a very prim and proper person, and had never really been... lewd, even in the bedroom, activities he engaged in purely for reproduction and nothing else.
Ritsuka, of course, cared little for the reproduction part of sex, as it was impossible for humans and servants to reproduce anyway.
Marie groaned. "You're so good at this, Master, like a world-class masseuse," she said, satisfied in what little composure she could keep.
Ritsuka smiled and licked from the base of her neck to her earlobe. "Nothing less than my best for you," he said.
Once again she moaned, more at the verbal proof of his affection than his actions, as he continued to caress her body. It was... strange.
In life, she had never really thought about how affection was to be displayed. She was a Queen, who loved her people and was loved in turn. Though that love had ended bitterly, she had never let it fade, and she had always been one to strive to show it.
But love between two people?
That was a different affair, altogether. Love for a country, love for its people, love for its values - those were her forte, her field of expertise.
She hadn't known how to deal with Mozart's earnest affections in life - she had thought him cute, but she had never really worried about corresponding for the simple reason that as a lady of the court to be, her future had been decided for her.
And yet now... now that she had freedom from expectations, she was at a loss.
Fortunately...
Ritsuka's hand dipped low, she felt him play with her belly button a little, felt the silky texture of her minidress digging into it, only to be pulled out as he caressed his way down, until his hand cupped her crotch once more. His hand felt cold against her crotch. "You're burning hot, love."
Love.
What a simple word.
A term of endearment.
It meant so much to her, and he didn't even know. For him, it was normal. He loved her. There really wasn't that much confusion to the matter. But for her, who in life had never heard so much as "I like you" from the man she had married, well, it certainly meant a lot more.
"What do you want me to do, love?"
She paused.
"We're in public... are you embarrassed?" he asked.
She groaned as his left hand tweaked her breast.
"K-Keep... keep going Master," she ask- no, she begged, there was no need for pretenses with this man. "My body... it is yours, all of it is yours, take it, use it- own it," she begged, "make me yours, imprint your name, your scent, on my deepest parts so that even when our journeys part my body will always remember you!"
Ritsuka kissed her cheek and she went bright red.
His hand slipped inside her underwear, and she could feel the finger, rougher and more calloused than her own dainty digits, slide over her skin until it passed her clit, causing her to audibly groan, as his finger slid over her puffy lower lips.
She arched her back, pressing the back of her head against his shoulder, as what felt like arcs of electricity coursed through her body, and she knew her Master's finger was inside her pussy.
She'd had sex many times in her life. It had taken many attempts for her to have a child. She had a sizable collection of marital aids in the room she shared with Jeanne d'Arc, and quite a few of them had seen extensive use. She'd had many, many things inside her cunt.
But none had felt so electrifying, so good, so pleasurable, as her master's single finger. She could feel herself convulsing.
"Oh dear," Ritsuka said, "you came all over my finger love," he said, withdrawing his hand from her panties and showing her the soaked finger.
For a moment, reality set in and the haze of lust left her mind. They were in public. People were watching them. In fact, she could see a few heads turned to look at her. Had they heard her moans? Had she accidentally screamed?
It only lasted for a second, though, as her master's voice filled her mind once more.
"Delicious," he said, and only then did Marie realize he had licked his finger clean of her ejaculate. It made her blush bright red. "Can't wait to get some from the source," he said, "but... ah, I feel..."
Marie had a moment to stiffle her yelp but failed utterly as his hand pinched her nipple. She had breasts small enough not to need a brassiere, and quite liked the gazes she got when she arched her back exactly right, as such it was no surprise she wasn't wearing one right then.
His other hand went back into her panties, except this time he used his wrist to move them up, so that she could see his fingers poised to penetrate her. Two this time.
"They're gonna go inside you love," he said, "do you want me to stop?"
For a moment, she once again thought about how they were in public, about how anyone could see - and how, in fact, there were people with their cellphones out, taking video of her and her beloved.
Her hands went to her panties' waistband and with a little bit of shimmying, she got her legs together so she could pull them off, before spreading her legs fully again, handing her master her soaked panties.
She heard the sniffing noise and giggled. "You're such a pervert," she muttered.
"Just the way you like me," he said.
"Indeed, I love you just the way you are, Master," Marie said.
"As do I," Ritsuka said, as his two fingers slipped inside Marie's cunny.
Prepared as she was this time, she didn't orgasm the moment he put it in. No, it only took ten seconds of fingering this time. Her orgasm was prolonged as Ritsuka's hand continued moving, and she even had a moment's clarity when she first felt his left hand leave her breast.
However the moment it came down to play with her clit she lost it once more.
She didn't even restrain herself, actively moaning like a wanton whore, throwing shame and caution to the wind as she let any and all who wanted glance upon the magnificent beauty of a Queen in Love, as she was driven into orgasm after orgasm.
True Story: This one was going to have at least one scene of the French Servants reacting to this (they were also deployed for... reasons)
But mostly it came down to me not being able to write anything other than Napoleon being the only sane man while everyone else lost their shit over Marie and Gudao fucking in public (and yes, the scene was originally longer and would end with Gudao just dicking Marie right there for anyone to see).
Yes, Marie gave that guy a handjob. He was left with performance anxiety because he thought he was pretty good but he ran into a Heroic Spirit and he doesn't know that he was never gonna be able to last more than a few minutes with her. They did it behind a food stall btw.
I wanted to do some voyeurism kink stuff and when somebody posted a 'Finger Marie' meme in the FGO subreddit it just kinda clicked, "fingering Marie at some sort of festival where there's lots of people but nobody's gonna call the cops because it's hippies or some shit".
I want to go back and do some more of you guys' requests, but work and FGO are eating most of my time. Which is bad because two of those I usually do at the same time. Anyway, hopefully I'll have some time this weekend and I can sit down and write out at least some short snippets for you guys' requests. I'll -try- to do them in order, but if I get stuck I'll probably skip one or two and come back later to get it done.
Sorry it's taking forever guys, I promise I'll get to it eventually!