All Reader units, this is Author-6. Be advised, recon has spotted a Lemon element in your immediate AO. I'll leave it up to you on how to deal with it, either you can take it head on or move around it and continue the mission. Whether or not you decide to engage will not affect the mission, but if you want as much intel as you can get, engage. If you don't like Lemons, skip to chapter 11, over and out.
Later that night, it's around 2345, I was the last one to go to bed, and now I'm in my underwear sitting up on my computer in my bed analyzing the enemy Servants and their abilities. I'm currently working on the two Archers. It looks like the golden one pulls his weapons from some kind of pocket dimension or possibly some sort of wormhole between wherever his "armory" is and where he's at at the time he decides to use his Noble Phantasm. The other one, the guy in the red coat, is a different matter. During our fight I broke the two blades that he used six times, with my regular combat blades and comparatively sub-par strength, and each time he instantly re-materialized it. He seems to have a similar ability to summon weapons but he doesn't pull them from some dimension, it's almost like he-.
My door slides open and I see Mordred peeking her head in, "Hey, Master, you still up? Mind if I come in?"
"Sure, come in," I say, momentarily distracted from my thoughts but still looking at my screen, focused on my footage of the crimson Archer. Crimson Archer? Sounds kinda badass, like a superhero or something. "What's up?" I ask as Mordred closes the door behind her.
"Ah, nothing much, I couldn't sleep and got bored, normally Father and I can kinda force ourselves to sleep since we don't really need to, but I can't," she sits down on the end of my bed, she's wearing the same white t-shirt that she always sleeps in and little else as usual. Her hair is also down, and though I've seen it down a couple times I never really paid attention to it, when it's down it still splays out everywhere and actually looks really cute. I glance up at her and notice that she's grabbing the bottom of her shirt and pulling it down a little in the front, which causes her breasts to be slightly more pronounced, "so I was gonna go out and do a little patrolling near the house, but I saw that your light was still on and wanted to see what you were up to."
"Not much, I was just trying to figure out how the Archers' abilities work."
"Oh… any luck?"
"Not really, I've never seen their abilities before, it's like they just pull their weapons out of thin air, I have no idea how they could do it."
"Huh," she picks up a water bottle that I had by my bed and looks at me, "do you mind?"
"Nah, go ahead."
My attention is ripped from my screen when Mordred opens the bottle and, rather than drinking it like I thought she would, pours the water onto her face, hair, and chest.
"What the hell are you doing!?" I ask, bewildered.
She turns red and turns away from me a little, covering her now observable chest with her arms, "W- well, I'm trying to set the mood!" She says, sounding frustrated.
I blink, "...Set what mood?"
"I… I thought that from how powerful our enemies are, we should take any advantage that we can get and, well, do a… a mana transfer ritual." She mumbles the last few words as if she's saying something naughty.
"What? Don't I already transfer mana to you through our pact? And isn't that just some spell? We don't need to do all that."
"Well yeah, we do already share mana but, if we do the ritual then it'll be more effective, and… the ritual is more than just the hand on chest magic words thing."
"What? I am so confused, give me a second."
I grab my spell book and look at the table of contents, then flip to the chapter on magic circuits, then skim through it until I find what I'm looking for, anything on mana transfer rituals. I then mutter as I read aloud what I find.
"The concept of the mana transfer ritual was first hypothesized by Dr. Friedrick Hörmachen (1931-1983), a renowned surgeon and biomancer who was the apprentice of Dr. Bert Ülich (1876-1955), also a biomancer, who is known as the discoverer of magical circuits. Dr. Hörmachen hypothesized that because magical circuits and the propensity for magecraft is stored within DNA molecules, then if two individuals who have active magical circuits exchange fluids containing DNA, their mana would be replenished. Initial tests were a resounding success, discovering that the transfer of fluids actually creates a "bond" between the two individuals that lasts nearly indefinitely, allowing both parties to utilize the mana reserves of the other in order to cast spells and do other such things. Initial and successive tests found that bodily fluids containing high amounts of DNA, such as blood, semen, saliva, and even earwax would allow for a successful transfer. Later testing also showed that two individuals that have a rapport with each other have higher rates of success. That is: two individuals with a pre-existing close relationship (family, lovers, close friends) that conduct the fluid swap during moments of personal intimacy have much greater effects than a simple transfusion of fluids between strangers."
So… what Mordred wants to do is exchange bodily fluids during a moment of intimacy. "You… want to have sex with me?"
"What!? No! I- I mean… I guess so, yeah… it's just, I don't know what to do, I've never done anything like this before."
Oh boy. I don't even know where to start with this. I mean yeah Mordred is cute, and it's not like we're related or anything like that to make this taboo, but I've never heard of a Master doing something like this with their Servant. I close my laptop and put it aside, as well as my book. Mordred is very special to me, I think of her almost like a daughter… almost… and we do already have a close bond as Master and Servant, so something like that could be effective, and useful, if it means that she is more combat effective, being able to get more mana from me.
"Haah… ok, well, if this works, it could be beneficial, so… fuck it. Come here."
She turns towards me, and starts crawling up the bed at me, and holy dear lord I don't think I've seen anything so sexy in the last couple years. Her wet hair and green eyes shine in the light of the sole lamp I have on in my room. Her face is red and her expression is embarrassed and scared but determined. Her wet shirt hangs down and I can see her small yet round breasts sway ever so slightly as she moves towards me, her nipples slightly erect from the cold water that she splashed on herself a minute ago. The lower part of her shirt slides up to the small of her back and I catch a glimpse of her ass, she's wearing the red thong that she hit me in the face with earlier.
As she makes it to me she straddles me and sits on my lap, I rest my hands on her hips as she places hers on my chest. I run my hands along her amazingly soft skin, and she hesitates a little, unsure of what to do. This side of her is absolutely adorable, she's no longer the brash, tough, masculine knight. Right now, in my hands she is merely a woman, and I've decided to make sure she never forgets what it's like to be a woman.
"M- Master, I… I'm not sure what…"
I smile, "It's ok, I'll take the lead, just enjoy the ride."
I lean forward and press my forehead against hers, my heart is hammering in my chest from anticipation, it's been quite a while since I've last had an experience like this. I can tell that Mordred is excited too, her breathing is quick and heavy, I can feel its warmth against my lips. I move my hands to cup her face and I kiss her.
"Mm!...mmm" Mordred's surprised reaction quickly gives way to interest as I begin moving my tongue around, our lips forming a suction and our tongues dancing and dueling in our mouths. After a moment I notice Mordred get more fierce, she starts pressing her whole body forward and sticking her tongue more and more into my mouth, then she starts sucking, and I realize that she's probably trying to get as much of my saliva into her as possible. She can probably taste the magical energy in it, and she wants it all.
After a couple more minutes I break the kiss. My head feels a little weird, different but not bad. "Master, haah, I want… haah, everything you can give me." Mordred says between heavy breaths, her voice as aggressive as it usually is, but also filled with hunger and lust. I wonder if the weird feeling in my head is some kind of overlap of what she's feeling right now, it could also be an effect of my mana being drained out of me and replaced by hers.
She goes in for another kiss, but I pull back "Ah, not too fast, I've got to get you ready."
"Ready… For what?"
I smile as I reach down and start pulling her shirt up and over her head, discarding it off to the side of my bed. I look at her body, it's small and slim, but slightly toned, not too much so as to possibly be masculine, but enough to show that she's fit and can pull a little weight. I trail my hands up from her waist to her tits, brushing her skin just enough to make her tremble slightly at my touch.
"Master…"
I hold her A cup breasts in my hands, they fit perfectly, and I begin massaging and fondling her boobs, shaking them and pinching her nipples just enough to make her gasp and moan, but not too much. After another couple minutes of this, I wrap my arms around the small of her back and pull her up into me, clamping down on her left tit with my mouth. She lets out a loud gasp as I do this, and as I start twirling my tongue around the bud of her nipple she wraps one arm around my neck for stability and starts running her fingers through my hair. "Mmm… hehehe, Master, you look like a baby right now."
"Ah eel ike one." I say, with my mouth still around her breast. I give her tit a hard suck and pull my head back, letting go with an audible pop sound, eliciting a satisfying "Ah!" from her. "That's not a bad thing either, it's the best feeling in the world." I continue, pecking her chest with kisses as I make my way to her other breast, doing to it what I did to her left until both of her tits are nice and puffy.
"Now comes the best part." I smirk as I roll us over so that she's lying on her back. Her head resting on my pillow. She is absolutely captivating, her hair draped everywhere on the pillow, her hands up beside her head, clutching slightly at my sheets, her beautiful eyes gazing at me with a little bit of fear but also trust and desire, love and lust. She doesn't know what's about to happen next, but she trusts me as her Master to care for her. Her chest rises and falls, her mouth slightly agape as she waits for me to make the next move.
I take this moment to remove my underwear, and when I discard my boxer briefs and toss them with her shirt, she looks down at my member, and her eyes go wide. Now this would normally be the part where I say that I have a 13 inch penis or some shit, but I'm a man, I'm honest, and I'm humble, it's an average 5.5-6 inches, not huge but not small either, and I can tell you from experience that if you're having sex with a virgin, size doesn't matter. (Pro tip: If you're reading a fan fiction and a narrator character has a dick in excess of 9 inches it's probably written by a horny 14 year old virgin who's got a micropenis.)
Anyways, after Mordred looks, a little comically, in awe at me, she says, "Uh… M- Master, what're ya gonna…"
Her question is answered when I pull her thong off, revealing fully her beautiful cameltoe. I explore her lips and entrance with my finger.
"Nnnn! Nng. Hhaaahh! Ah, Master."
After confirming that she's well lubricated, I position myself between her legs and take hold of my shaft. I look at her and tell her, "This'll hurt a bit at first but it'll feel better quickly." Mordred nods, looking back down and propping herself up a bit to give herself a better view.
I rub my dick along her slit, rewarded with some very lustful moans, "Oh, please don't tease me Master."
I find her entrance and slowly but forcefully bury myself in her. I feel her hymen tear and as I reach all the way in, Mordred twitches and grimaces in pain for a second, her hands flailing for a second to find my thighs and gripping them tightly, but thankfully not tightly enough to cause damage.
"Ghhk! Gnn, ghhaaah! Haah, aah."
I stay still for a second, letting her pain recede. "You good?"
"Yes Master, the pain is gone now."
"See? I knew you were a tough cookie."
We both chuckle as I start thrusting, moving slowly at first, enjoying Mordred's panting, but then she looks at me and smiles in a drunk-off-lust way, and I hear "Harder." in my head.
I increase my force and speed, reveling in Mordred's feminine yet aggressive cries of ecstasy and calls of "Yes! Yes!" and other such things. I can feel her pleasure pouring out of her mind into mine, effectively doubling the euphoria that I am experiencing. Mordred wraps her legs and arms around me as I lean forward and kiss her while continuing my motions. I start seeing flashes of blue lines in my vision, this must be the actual transfer of mana, I start to literally feel some kind of current of heat and energy flowing out of me through my dick and into her, and then a similar energy flowing out of her and into me.
After a few minutes of this I'm nearly at my limit.
"Haah, Hahh, ahh," "Master, Master, I- I feel, there's… I can't think, I feel like- I think I'm gonna… Ahh, Master!" "Master!" Mordred is quickly reaching her climax, blinking rapidly and looking through me at nothing, her tongue is almost hanging out of her mouth making an "ahegao" face, and I decide to up my game just a little more to heighten that pleasure that she's feeling, pushing myself to thrust into her as fast and hard as I physically can, reveling in the extremely erotic slapping sound I'm creating as our hips collide.
"Aaaaaaah! Master, master master MastAAAAAHHHH!"
She shrieks and bucks her hips violently, this motion causing me to climax along with her, my mind goes white for a good twenty seconds as we both cum and the feelings we're experiencing feed off each other to magnify the effect exponentially. I can feel my semen pumping into her along with a huge rush of mana as I lay on top of her, sweaty and panting, waiting for the high to go down.
Once I have enough energy I lift myself off of her and look at her. Her hair is even more disheveled than it normally is, and her eyes are rolled back, looking at the wall. "Master, that… that was… haaah."
I roll onto my back beside her and pull her onto me so that her head is resting on my chest. She grips my shoulder with one arm and I softly stroke her back. "I… I don't know if I'll be able to move for a bit. Hahaha." She says.
"That's ok, you can sleep with me tonight, I don't think anyone will mind."
"True, Father already did… Hey, did you and Father?..."
I chuckle, "No, we didn't."
"Oh ok… You should though, that was…"
We both start laughing. "Yeah, I guess being a girl isn't so bad after all, huh?" I joke.
Mordred laughs a lot more. "Yeah, it's not too bad… Master?"
"Yeah?"
"...I love you. I'm sure Father does too, she's just too scared to say it."
" I love you too, Mordred. I have a good feeling that we're gonna win this War."
I think that Mordred is already asleep by the time I finish that thought, and I quickly follow her.
…
I jolt awake as I hear pounding on my bedroom door. I hear Schellick call out from the other side, "Boss, you've got a call from USARPAC!"
I grunt as I sit up and hear Mordred groan and growl beside me as she rolls over and tries to sleep a bit more, but as I get up and get dressed, she decides her efforts are futile and does the same. I open the door to my room, wearing a T-shirt and shorts, and about 10 seconds later so does Mordred in her sleepwear, she walks to her room and changes into her usual clothes.
I stretch as I walk over to the kitchen table where Schellick set up the communications equipment. He's leaning against a wall waiting for me to take and then finish the call, and Minaki is sitting across from where I'm standing and a couple seats down, cleaning her sidearm. Arturia is sitting at the far end of the table eating breakfast, or maybe it's her second breakfast. I check my watch, 0936, damn, that's a little later than I would have liked to get up, but oh well. Mordred takes a seat next to me once she's changed and has come back out.
I depress the mute button on the console for the radio or whatever it is. Schellick said this contraption is like a mix between radio and a phone, very long range but on multiple encrypted channels with a specific frequency and a whole bunch of other technical jargon I barely understand. All I know is that it's designed for HQ use, so it's big and bulky and only has speakers on it, so whatever I hear, the whole room hears.
"USARPAC, this is Scepter-6, Captain Roberts speaking."
"Hello, Captain, this is General Brown."
...Oh shit, the four star general in charge of the entire Pacific Ocean is calling me? What the fuck did I do? "Oh... uh, hello sir, what can I do for you?"
"Captain, I'm the OIC for your operation over there in Japan, and could you please tell me what the fuck you think you are doing?"
I've heard that tone of voice a few times before and even had to use it a couple times, extremely pissed off but trying very hard to control yourself.
"Uh… S-sir, I don't follow."
"Oh, well let me be a little more specific: What the fuck do you think you are doing making a bunch of Army, Air Force, and Navy employees sit in an ops room and watch you have SEX with one of your team members!"
I'm not too sure if all the blood drained from my face or rushed to it, but I am pretty sure that time just stopped. I can feel everyone's eyes on me, Minaki with her pistol's barrel in one hand and a rag in the other, Arturia with her mouth still full of food, stopped mid-chew, Schellick with his eyes wide and surprised, still leaning with his arms crossed against the wall. Only Mordred doesn't look at me, she looks down like a scolded child, and I can see out of the corner of my eye that her face is about as red as her jacket, as I stare blankly at nothing in disbelief.
"Ah...Uh…. sir, it-"
"And don't even think about playing dumb because we have a recording of it that we may or may not give to JAG!"
What!? How? How in the hell could anyone see that? There were no cameras in the room except the one on my computer, which was closed when we did that, and my… exo suit… which has a camera on it… that is controlled by someone other than me… for battlefield recording purposes…
"B-but sir, it's not what you think! W-we-"
"I don't give a damn if it's what I think! Because it looks like you were fucking one of your "heroic spirits" or whatever they're called! I don't know much about all the magical mumbo-jumbo that goes along with all this, but I do know that that is the EXACT OPPOSITE of how you are supposed to conduct yourself on a mission! Your ass is lucky we can't just pull this mission because I would very much like to do it and then court martial you for all kinds of shit!"
"Sir, please just listen-!"
"I don't want to hear your fucking excuses, Captain! I also don't want to hear of anything like this happening again, with any of your team members! This is a god damn military operation that's already cost the taxpayers millions, and you're treating it like it's a fucking vacation! Get your shit together and finish the mission in a timely manner, or I'm gonna say fuck it and scrap the whole thing, pull you back here, and dishonorably discharge all of you! Don't let this happen again! Be a fucking leader! Am I understood, Captain?"
"...Yes. Sir."
"Good."
I hear a click and the call goes dead. I can feel my shoulders shaking slightly, I'm not sure if it's from rage or shame. "Why… can't I just… be happy?" I mutter to myself.
A minute later I'm pinching my nose in frustration as Schellick paces around the room laughing his ass off. "Ahahahahaha! You… You fucked a ghost! Hahaha! You legit fucked a ghost and it was recorded! Hahahahaha! Oh.. oh my fucking God, oh man I'm crying! Hahahahaha! Oh and it wasn't just any ghost either! It was 'Sir Mordred! The Knight of Treachery! Destroyer of Camelot!' Ahahahaha! Oh man that's a fucking weird title, but I bet that shit is being uploaded… hehehe… to Pornhub as we fucking speak! Hahahahahaha!"
"Schellick, I'm about to pull rank on you and order you to shut the fuck up." I say. I'm waiting for Arturia to use her noble phantasm on me, but she's still sitting, looking at me with a confused face, while Mordred still looks down like she's done something wrong. "Master…" Arturia finally starts, "...why?"
I sigh, and then quickly explain to her everything I know about magical circuits and the mana transfer ritual, as well as info on Master/Servant contracts and bonds that she doesn't already know. When I finish, she says, "I see… Hmm, well I suppose something like that would be beneficial to our cause."
"Wait, you're not mad that I had sex with your, uh, son?" I decide to not call Mordred a daughter so she doesn't snap on me while she's feeling a little low like this, but that last part causes Schellick to renew his laughter, he's now doubled over and possibly about to pass out from laughing so much.
"Mmm, no, I do not believe so, it was a necessary act, and as your servants it is our duty to do whatever is necessary to gain any kind of advantage and win this war. If it means indulging in such acts, then so be it. But… also, master, I do know that you care for us, not just as servants, but as your companions as well. I'm not sure why, since our time here is so limited, but it is a good feeling to not be looked at as a tool, even though I originally told you that that is all I should have been to you."
I take a second to think, at least it's good to know that Arturia thinks logically and not emotionally like most women. "Hmm… Mordred?"
Mordred breaks her trance, "Huh? What?" She looks at me.
"Are you.. uh, ok?"
"Uh… Yeah, why wouldn't I be? In fact, I feel better than ever! I guess it worked, huh?"
"Uh yeah, but do you feel, well, ashamed or embarrassed?"
"Nah, not really, I mean yeah it sucks that that general guy chewed your ass for it, but like you said Master, it was necessary and helpful, and, heh, it was fun." She says this last part with a grin. I hear Schellick, who had moved to the kitchen during this exchange, call from inside, "Playaaa!"
"Shut the fuck up Schellick!" I yell at him.
Huh, ok then, it's good to know that the superhuman spirits that I need to control aren't mad or rebellious because of this. I turn to look at Minaki who has finished cleaning her sidearm and is in the process of re-assembling it. "What do you think Minaki?"
She glances at me, then goes back to what she was doing and shrugs as Schellick comes back into the room with some Japanese soda. "Eh, it doesn't really matter to me, what you do with your servants on your free time is your business," she smiles a little, "and besides we already did a mana transfer so don't ask me to get in bed with you too."
Schellick almost chokes on his drink, "Wait wait wait, what?" He gets this big grin on his face. Minaki looks at him.
"It wasn't a full ritual like he did with Mordred, it was just a minor one to give him some extra juice so he could handle two servants, all I did was put my hand on his shoulder and say some magic words, don't be going making this weird."
Schellick shrugs and goes to sit on the sofa and watch tv, "Ah, that's a little disappointing but it's ok, my sides need a break anyway."
I shake my head as I go grab my computer from my room, taking a moment to flip off my exo suit, and set up my laptop to search street cameras in the city to try and find a servant or master.
