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All of a sudden, Atalanta is having another one of her mood swings.

Fortunately, this one swings from unhappy to happy – I've had enough of it if it's the other way around, mostly because she's a bother to others, not to me. I've heard from them, for instance Medusa, how clingy and insufferable she is when she's in that kind of mood…

Hang on – that's not much different how she usually acts spoiled around me, is it?

Well, to my eyes, her figure at that time is always enamoring and adorable, so perhaps I'm heavily biased for her. I am her husband, after all… so maybe my words about her don't hold much weight. How her lightly tanned skin, flawless even after a lifetime spent in the wilderness, flush just the perfect shade of red, and how her upturned eyes, fluffy ears and tail brush against me, and how her scent – both magical and her pheromones – overpower my senses, making my head light…

Ah, I am hopelessly in love with her, aren't I?

Her love for me is almost perfectly replicated in the artificial emotional processor all Heroic Vessels have, before being reflected and showcased with my body. This isn't even 100% accurate… which means she holds an even greater affection level for me than what I'm feeling for her now.

To be frank, that thought is both flattering and slightly scary.

It's far, far beyond what I feel for Medusa and Medea – and, in turn, simulates imperfectly their adoration of me – to the point of fanaticism and worship, perhaps.

Now, I really don't want to confront her about this.

It's only gotten to this level recently, after our marriage… which sounds logical, I guess, if not for the extreme levels she reaches, and my own soaring desire for her as a result. Medusa, having spent the most time with me right after Atalanta, is a considerable distance behind in second, though that too is growing rapidly. I can feel Medea's confusion of the new sensations she's feeling, after years of being cooped up in her father's castle and coping with how reality blends with her imagination of me, which is sourced from the stories she read.

Which, in turn, makes it difficult for me to shake all three of them off, when they're pinning my body down with their soft asscheeks.

"May I politely ask what's going on?" Trying to remain as calm and level-headed as possible with three beautiful girls blanketing my lower body under their passionate gazes, I ask, "It's not another prank from your patron goddesses, is it? If so, then I'm not laughing!"

"'Tis divine message!" Atalanta insists, pushing her face close from the side.

Due to their respective sizes, it's not a big difference in weight among the three. If it's a few months ago, then yes, Medusa should've been in the middle due to her incomparably petite frame. However, after her growth spurt, they're all quite similar in sizes – perhaps Atalanta was the tallest of them if I count her cat ears as well.

"That's what I mean by a 'prank'. I'm sure of it – try to report to Artemis, and she'll confirm my suspicions," I point out drily.

"I… I-I agree with M-Miss Atalanta…" Medea murmurs, taking hold of my arm by wrapping it with her entire body, pressing her teenage curves upon me. "I… see it too, other than hearing it."

"You shouldn't believe everything you read and listen these days," I try to weasel my way out of it, but it's clear her eyes hold a conviction her stuttering tone doesn't.

I look at Medusa, trying to silently plead for help, but she's even more hopeless.

- Nom.

Without warning, she just leans forward and sinks her soft, nubile lips into my lower neck, near my chest, and cutely sucks on the blood with feverish expression.

"Hey! No cutting in line!" Medea hurriedly says, trying to dislodge the Gorgon from licking my blood drunkenly, but her physical strength is clearly outmatched. "S-Sir Shirō… M-Miss Atalanta… what do I do?!"

- Chupu.

My wife simply ignores her question and steals my lips, locking it in a wet dance between our tongues. Her ears and tail are already out in full force, all trembling and shivering and getting taut in pleasure.

"A-AAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH…! H-Hawawa…" Medea, being left behind, looks around, confused what to do.

It's all because Atalanta suddenly showed up earlier, with the other two girls in tow, and demanded something ridiculous.

"Give us your children! Now!"

Disregarding how she sounded more like a bandit than a prim-and-proper housewife, adventurer, or princess, she summarily dragged me and the other two, threw us on the main bed in our room at the inn, and started this whole process.

I'm quite sure something has happened with Artemis, of how she suddenly gained a strike of inspiration… and promptly told her chief priestess and champion about it. Perhaps Athena had a hand in it, too… or what about Hera? Those two were as good a suspect as any, but I can't be sure until I go in there and let it rip against them for doing something utterly normal for a deity, but one I completely loathe.

To order a person for no particular reason but their own entertainment.

I won't be a hypocrite and say I'm not enjoying the situation. There's no need to even mention my wife – a person who one is married with will definitely bring forth more happiness the closer they are to each other. Both Medusa and Medea are fertile, of-marriageable-age females… and otherworldly beauties to boot. My knowledge of their future selves' appearance, where their current softer features mature and bloom into… well, bombshells, for a lack of a better word, does not help. At all.

- Nom.

Ah, now, as I'm thinking of other things, Medusa have found another spot to bite into, her lips puckering like the end of a balloon in a manner eerily reminiscent of her smaller self, along with her inflated soft cheeks. There's no doubt if I push my fingers into them, they'll just sink right in with a divine plushiness.

That is, if they're actually free, as Atalanta has released her arms' grip around my neck from her earlier kiss and starts seductively sucking on it, giving me a premonition of her action in the near future.

Medea finally steels herself, it appears, as she immediately replaces Atalanta's occupation of my mouth without giving me a second to say anything else, almost in fear she'll lose her place in this room if she doesn't do anything, fast.

Relenting at the insistence of these three girls, even though I have my doubts about Medea's clearness of conscience, I wrap a free hand around Medea's waist and lay my desires bare.

Medusa, sensing my towering erection behind my pants, grinds her crotch into it as she enjoys herself with my blood to the point of euphoria. I'm not even sure she's fully conscious of what she's doing right now – my sensory experience is focused on the damp, squishy meat tracing the outline of my dick through my pants.

- Squirt.

"Ahn~ "

A small trickle of liquid splashes as she goes particularly rough on one of her movements – the sensation strong enough to elicit an erotic moan from her slim lips… and away from two blood-trickling spots near my neck.

It's been a few weeks after our successful return from Atlantis. While we all returned with mostly positive feelings, some doubt still lingered from our experiences there.

Firstly, the Adventurers' Guild has apparently issued a Greece-wide request for low- to mid-level adventurers to assist in potential relocation of shoreline inhabitants. I wasn't sure who leaked out the news of Atlantis's destruction so quickly after it happened – heck, it's probably spread when I was still treating Hecate – but I was shocked how quick and efficient everyone moved and did the request without complaining.

It all ended up as nothing in the end, though, and the adventurers returned back grumpily. It cost the Guild quite a sum of money, which I was going to reimburse back then, as I dread my own explanation of the events right after that.

Someone has forcibly taken control over Poseidon's loose [Ocean] Authority, and stopped a potential nation-wide disaster from happening.

While I wouldn't look a gift horse in the mouth, the identity of that individual, or group, was still unknown. I had to do more investigations in this regard, because I simply disliked loose ends. I sincerely hoped it won't come down to another conflict, as I was grateful nothing untoward happened due to our actions, but there's no fault in knowing everything to prepare for eventualities.

I had a few candidates in mind, but I'd only share them with Alaya to gain confirmation first. There were limitations in what each one of us could do, and it's useful to collaborate and corroborate data between us.

We celebrated the completion of mission humbly, because of the frustration floating around the adventurers how they're sent to do a useless grunt work just to cover for the Argo's crews' 'mistakes', though I'd verbally argue anyone they're necessary to achieve the victory in the way we did. If we let Ars Goetia ran amok with control over Poseidon, the damage would be far worse than a few tsunamis and floods.

Additionally, Herakles was still sulking over his treatment post-mission on the ship, and has run off to quietly have dinner with his family. With the merry-maker gone, most of the concluding dinner lacked the 'sizzle' he usually brought with his behavior, so we only ate and drank mutely.

I myself wasn't too happy with Circe's absence. Apparently, she duped Atalanta in saying she's asked for permission to leave from me… which was, of course, another witch's lie. It's good enough to fool my wife's senses and instincts, so I couldn't say anything more on that issue. While our physical relationship was sweet as any, our romance fell out quickly, mostly because in my younger years I was focused on too many other things… and she, too, with too many other men.

However, no one would argue we're now good friends. If not, then would I be so desperate in helping Medea to rescue that pink-haired magus from Poseidon's clutches? If it's someone else, I would've considered cutting my losses quickly more, instead of discarding that option right from the start.

There's nothing wrong in wishing to save everyone. However, there were certainly individuals I wished to save more than others.

We did meet up with Andromeda and her team, and they naturally were similarly unhappy of the sudden workload. All in all, they're not earning as much because the potential danger ushered them into accepting the pay without much negotiation, so most of them felt cheated. Achilles seemed to tag along with them, perhaps on the way to reporting to Chiron himself, but we didn't get the chance to speak further.

The only thing I was grateful of in this situation was Medea's condition. She might not take her older apprentice-sister's teasing very well right now, even if her mental trauma of dying was somewhat reset from Hecate's Fifth Magic. Similarly, Circe's bad memories has turned distant – according to Atalanta's observation – from the process. There's a sense of loss of purpose knowing that, since I was used to consoling girls throughout my deployments in this world… but at the same time, I was happy for their rapid recovery.

It's simply a different approach to take between me and Hecate. I believed in accepting and sublimating one's fears and trauma, because they both had great potential in increasing all aspects of one's strength. However, Hecate's Fifth Magic, [Grand Blue Fantasy], wiped all connection between the individual and the event with a particularly original and strong [Fate Rejection], leaving it as a distant recollection of a stranger. With aspects of [Time] and [Mnemonics], it's the highest-level recovery magic surpassing even Avalon's [Rejection] attribute.

Well, the latter could also be attributed to its users' abilities. I, Artoria, Mordred, Kiritsugu Emiya, EMIYA, and so on had different methods and affinities to it, so it's difficult to get a consistent baseline to compare it to other artifacts and methods.

In any case, during my own thoughts, most of the Argo's crew has already excused themselves, leaving me and the three girls alone.

- Fwip.

As if they've practiced this before, Atalanta swiftly takes off Medusa's thin sleeping robe, exposing her gentle swells with hardened nipples and drenched thighs. Her long purple hair is undone, leaving in snaking across my entire body, and even covering some of the other girls' body.

"Ahm… Nom~ " Having her feeding frenzy interrupted before by her mini-orgasm and this stripping, she quickly latches on to my body once again, whose lips are still dueling with Medea's inexperienced one, seeking pleasure all the time.

From the corners of my eyes, I can appreciate how red Medusa's entire body is, from head to toe, as she lovingly looks up to meet my gaze as she continues to slurp small amounts of blood from my body. However, that view is blocked when Atalanta raises her body higher, placing one of my palm to one of her chest and begins kneading it with her own from its back.

Predictably, her nipple is as hard as diamond, though she's keeping her composure better than the two younger girls.

- Squelch.

"Mnn!" Medea stiffens when my other hand, now freed from her earlier clinging, caresses her similarly-wet crotch, the unfamiliar and shocking sensation causing her to tremble greatly. However, she persists in trying to dominate me using my tongue, which clearly isn't going to work since her techniques are derived from romance novels, instead of real life.

- Squelch. Squelch. Squelch.

Her movements become even more erratic and irrational once my caresses turn into lightly fingering her entrance. She moaned and yelped loudly into my mouth, still not giving up yet, but it's clear she's about to climax soon, especially after my strokes grow longer to include her puffy outer lips and clitoris.

- Srrt.

Having never have her outer case peeled off before, exposing the bright red nub to the air, she shivers and hisses lightly at the light irritation. It's a similar sensation to when a man's phimosis is first peeled back, either gently or roughly, though due to the higher concentration of nerves bundled at the entirety of the clitoris's outer body, it should be both more painful and pleasurable for Medea with this action.

"H-Hyan~ ! M-Medusa…!"

- Nom.

Atalanta bends forward to kiss my cheeks and nibble on my ears lovingly, but she's interrupted just after the first few pecks by Medusa switching targets from my hardened upper muscles to her flexible neck. Cybele flashes momentarily, replacing the pain of having her blood drawn forcibly into pleasure, enabling her to feast easier and more comfortably.

The young girl has also practiced what I taught her during our nights together – Atalanta enjoys having her bestial features played with. Therefore, she reaches out with her hand towards the base of my wife's tail, with a finger also stroking the circumference of her anus. I free my hand from her palm, which was pressing it onto her chest, and make my way down to the thin bush so familiar in texture to me.

Unlike Medea, I can enter the entire length of my middle finger inside her incredibly tight snatch. It's not easy, for sure, as her abdominal muscles are the most defined among the other girls – and that's even after I have plenty of loving sex after our wedding night, molding her walls around my dick. It's simply a reflexive reaction to the insertion and the pleasure it brings, which will constrict even further when she orgasms, with enough strength I estimate to be able to break wood.

"Mmmhhh! S-Shirōōōōōōōōōōōō…" she huskily groans near my face, to which I break off Medea's kiss and kiss her in turn. Her sharp nails dig into my flesh, now sharper than ever due to her bestial transformation and uncontrollable strength, drawing blood Medusa gladly licks up. "H-Haahhh… N-Not your fingers…!"

"I understand," I say, slightly breathless myself, knocking Medea and Medusa off my body and maneuvering Atalanta onto her back. "This… Let this tell you never to do these kinds of things as a surprise again!"

- Churu!

"AAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH! I-I'm sorryyyyyyy…!"

The sudden thrust pushes her over the edge, and as I expect, her inner walls clench dangerously powerfully with an orgasm. Her scream makes Medea jump lightly, clearly not used to seeing another woman being drilled so roughly at the first thrust, as well as a proper orgasm from an experienced wife. Atalanta's legs go taut, lifting her hips to an angle where the tip of my cock easily kisses the opening of her womb, earning another animalistic groan from her.

- Pan! Pan! Pan! Pan! Pan! Pan! Pan! Pan! Pan! Pan! Pan! Pan! Pan!

"Hahi! Argh…! H-Haannnn~ ! Hahi! Argh…! H-Haannnn~ ! Hahi! Argh…! H-Haannnn~ ! Hahi! Argh…! H-Haannnn~ ! Hahi! Argh…! H-Haannnn~ ! Hahi! Argh…! H-Haannnn~ ! Hahi! Argh…! H-Haannnn~ ! Hahi! Argh…! H-Haannnn~ !"

"M-Medea… pay attention t-to this… and make up your mind!" I warn her once again, just so to confirm her decision to lie with me, unlike most other men in Greece. My voice cracks funnily every now and then as Atalanta's erratic orgasms wrap around me every now and then, sending waves of pleasure through my spine. "D-Do you accept m-me… as your partner…?!"

The magus squirms, letting her long ponytail – glistening with sweat – sways this way and that. Her face contorts with the mix of emotions I'm sure she's feeling: anticipation, confusion, arousal, risk appraisal… and eventually, love.

She leans her head towards my shoulder, which is still shaking vigorously as my hips slam into Atalanta's deep and tight pussy. Her slender arms, lacking my wife's and Medusa's powerful musculature, struggle to wrap their way around my thick torso in a hug.

Whispering softly, almost to the point of being drowned out by Atalanta's cries, she declares, "I… will have no other man than you, Sir Shirō. Nor can I think of a better objective candidate."

"Spoken like a true magus!" I grunt, before adding, "Excuse me f-for a while…"

I separate from her to bite onto Atalanta's hardened nipples, matching Medusa who's already working that area anyway, eliciting a pleased scream from the princess. Slowly, I make my way up, play-biting her unblemished skin and leaving red crescents across her body, in a slow, ritual-like tempo – almost like an alpha male marking his mate. She enjoys this kind of play, because the widespread use of Magecraft meant those kinds of marks are quickly healed back into perfection anyway.

Medusa's bite marks are smaller but deeper, because she's seriously biting into the flesh, while mine are more playful and combined with gentle sucking.

By now, Atalanta's words have become incoherent, before I reach her lips and fully seal her loud moans with mine.

- Dobyu! Dobyu! Dobyu!

"H-Hawawa…" Medea was tempted to cover her eyes with her fingers, but the sheer intensity of the situation, combined with her healthy teenage desires, made her unable to do anything else but burn the scene in front of her into her mind. "S-So this is… m-mating…?"

"Umu," Medusa suddenly replies from very close to her, causing her to jump slightly, but failed because Medea's body was hugged tight by the other girl. "So don't you dare cut in line."

"O-Okay…?" The young magus answered hesitantly, clearly feeling the pressure emitted from Medusa's near-full-body stranglehold. Despite looking like a slim young lady, almost the same size as Medea, her physical strength and flexibility was truly something else, holding the magus's thighs down with her own in an angle she thought impossible to achieve by a normal human. "Y-You can go second…"

"Umu."

- Nom.

"Kyah!"

Medusa's bite was… surprisingly euphoric.

Medea didn't know what just happened, but a sensation similar to a lightning shock spread from the bite mark throughout her whole body, making her dizzy and weak inside Medusa's hold. "M-Medusa… Ahhh…"

Unbeknownst to her, the Gorgon had accumulated a myriad of substances she could deploy at any time from her bites. Normally, she only used a mixture of coagulant and thinner to control the outflow of blood from her 'sources', who're usually Shirō and Atalanta – more due to her unfamiliarity and lack of control over her own power and recognition of her true self. Much like a snake, she 'molted' several times to reach this level of maturity and confidence, and could now utilize more of her Gorgon powers.

It's a skill derived from the combination of the Gorgon sisters' Saint Graphs, bestowed by Persephone as a favor to Athena earlier. Unlike Medusa, her sisters' paralyzing powers came from the need to charm and domesticate human beings, so they could use them as slaves when they were still alive. Her own Cybele, meanwhile, were purely a weapon for combat. Thus, when combined, the resulting skill could perhaps freeze S-Rankers like Shirō or Herakles in place.

Still, Medusa needed more practice in controlling the finer details. Therefore, spying a fresh, soft prey right in front of her, distracted from the sex – and the admittedly amazing face Atalanta was making – she jumped at the opportunity.

Initially, even with her new family members, she only used a slight aphrodisiac element in her bites to ease the pain. Just this concentration was enough to overwhelm it and turn her victims on – usually Atalanta, who had lower resistance than her husband – so what would happen if she increased the dosage?

Not that she'd do that to Medea. She realized her body was fully human, despite having divine origins, so even her usual amount would permanently disable the magus – so she simply tried out different blends, now that the chance had presented itself to her.

"MMMMMMMMMGGGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"

Besides, it seemed she wouldn't have much time, since Shirō was ejaculating fiercely into Atalanta and was about to finish. Their lips were gently locked together, enabling her fierce scream to leak out, which aroused both Medea and Medusa even more. The former had likely lost her mind from the latter's bite, since it's along the line of her usual aphrodisiacs, just tailored to Medea's physical specification.

For instance, a muscle relaxant so the magus could squirt easier from both holes in her crotch. It did have a risk Medea would just pee and defecate all over the place, but the latter was practically impossible, since Atalanta had made sure all of them had cleaned themselves, inside and out, before they engage in this activity.

More importantly, it must have a substance which would help the informal deflowering ceremony, to ease the pain and internal body reformation once a virgin accepts a man.

She was simply curious. Did different women ejaculate differently? How much was the variation of their screams, moans, groans, and other sounds? Did it impact Shirō's physical satisfaction? Or would any of the success of the above points only work on him, and not lesser men?

Her child-like mind, in contrast to her rapidly-maturing body, still retained its curiosity in odd situations.

- Dobyu! Dobyu! Dobyu!

'Oh, I can hear Mr. Penis shooting out…' she drily comments, enjoying herself several laps of Medea's blood.

Compared to the other two, it's certainly of lower quality, though it didn't mean it tasted unappealing. Shirō and Atalanta were simply that much of an outlier – one an S-Ranker with mysterious human origin, the other a mortal priestess so heavily blessed by Artemis her own purity of bloodline was in doubt.

Exquisite, the two of them, beyond even the forbidden and loathsome taste of her sisters' flesh and bones – a memory she'd keep with her forever, as a warning to never lose herself again.

Medea's blood was… human. Like most of her victims back in Sarpedon, but certainly of high quality.

Royalty. That's the word.

She heard Medea had divine blood running through her… but Medusa couldn't really differentiate whatever traces it had from simply a delicious, well-bred human blood. Quite thin, perhaps – or she descended from beings with low Divinity.

Drinking blood was an acquired taste. Different people, different background, different races, different circumstances would produce different flavors. It'd take an accomplished palate to savor them all properly and respectfully, in order to bring out the greatest epicurean joy in one's mouth.

'And I'm the best!' She proudly declared in her heart.

Who could surpass the blood quality of these two in front of her – her most beloved family members? She could boast to have dined on the finest blood in the world, a privilege unknown to most, and a subject of jealousy to the few.

Shirō always had a strong iron burst in the first sip, before the flavor bloomed and expanded into a complex mixture filled with various spices and sharp scents. Some were similar to charcoal-roasted game, others were of the stinging warmth of peppers and flames. And, on the blood's final journey down her throat, an earthy aftertaste would fill her nasal chamber, making her feel like she's cocooned in a safe, powerful earthen natural cave.

Speaking of nature, Atalanta's blood was its embodiment. The first drip was cold as mountain dew in the early dawn, refreshing Medusa's palate for the following taste. Then, woody herbs and floral spices followed, both meaty and cleansing at the same time. What Medusa initially thought was lacking turned out to be a delicacy, as she's used to tasting the richness of fat inside most people's blood – but Atalanta's was lean, yet powerful, similar to dried game lathered with peppercorns.

This taste was the latest she could describe from the sample she had just now, because minute details changed throughout their time together.

To Medusa, the more time they spent together, the more delicious it'd become.

That's why she'd start early with Medea, to groom and fatten her into a nice snack box in the future.

"Medea, can I ask you a favor?" The Gorgon softly speaks to the flustered young magus. "Can you preserve both of our virgin blood later?"

"H-Huh…?" Medea struggled to regain her bearing as Medusa's saliva circulated in her system. "W-What for…?"

As expected of Hecate's disciple, she still regained her intelligence somewhat. Perhaps she had experience in potion- and poison-making?

Disregarding that – since Medusa wasn't even aiming for complete subjugation of the putty young girl – she replied, "Because they're tasty."

"E-Eh…?"

- Pat.

"You can cut that out, Medusa. I don't want it this way."

A masculine hand rubbed her head in a pleasing manner, earning Shirō a cute purr from the Gorgon. While it looked absolutely spot on when she did that with her smaller form, doing it in her current form only showcased her budding curves and flushed teenage body to him. Meanwhile, a strong stench of sexual fluids now filled the air, as several thick squirts of mixed fluids plopped out of Atalanta's spread legs, limply hanging by her side.

"Yes, Shirō," Medusa didn't argue and did as she was told, sucking back out her saliva along with a final flurry of blood.

- Ssssllllllllluuuuuuuuuuurrrrrrrrrrrrppppppppppppp…

"Ha… H-Hahi… Higuh…!" Medea trembled violently as the pleasure finally sent her over the edge once again, but fortunately, Medusa's treatment didn't end up in what she predicted, so the bed was still relatively unsoiled beneath her. "K-Kyah!"

The intense pleasure brought back her consciousness to full, and she squeaked when she realized her disposition in front of the man she loved.

However, he stretched out and hugged her, saying, "This is why I constantly ask you about this decision of yours. I don't doubt your feelings or its sincerity – and I love you similarly – but your body hosts a great treasure trove for magi. Are you sure… to sacrifice some of that away for me? I assure you I won't feel differently for you."

Normally, she'd answer straight away, but the combination of the weight of his words, her just-recovered condition, as well as the sight of Shirō approaching her with his penis hanging down, coated liberally with sexual fluids, made her hesitate.

To magi – especially those with the title of 'Witch', like Hecate, Circe, and Medea – virginity was an important aspect towards everything physical about Magecraft, both about the body and the ingredients one worked with. That's why body parts from virgins – either male or female – were highly valued as catalysts in various rituals, alchemy, or item crafting. One's entire virgin body could also be used as an artifact to contract with specific higher-levelled beings, such as the unicorn.

Once he deflowered her, Medea would no longer had access to these things. The only precious leftover was her virgin blood, and even that was of little value to her brand of Magecraft. Her genius allowed her to use any mundane ingredient and efficiently used them to create object more than the sum of its parts. Her own blood, hair, and bodily fluids were good enough to serve as necessary ingredients, and as such, the difference in impact between her hymen's blood and regular one was negligible.

To Medusa, that was the ultimate delicacy for her – even if outsiders might view consuming one's virgin blood as an extreme act of cannibalism. Again, it's due to how sacred the concept of [Virginity] was, even in this age where Mystery was abundant. It's definitely important in the modern age, where Magecraft had declined, leading to many crime sprees involving virgins, both mundane and magical.

There's also the political and social issues of bedding a Princess of Colchis without the knowledge of her father, but Shirō never placed him high in his priorities anyway, so he'd shoulder the backlash no matter what.

Besides, he placed more importance on Medea's personal feelings.

Like he said before, having spent time with her, however short when compared to Atalanta or even Medusa, his artificial emotional processing generator had already reflected the intensity and purity of her feelings for him. As he's already well on his way, as a Heroic Vessel, to properly create and showcase his own emotions, said reflection only pushed him to fall for her even more, instinctively striving to match hers.

However, before Medea could answer, their hug was forcibly broken by Medusa squeezing her way between them.

"Muu… I'm first! Shirō!" She pouted and whined, in a tone more fitting with her smaller self. "Breed with me!"

- Chu.

Like a snake striking its prey, she launched her lips against his, before skillfully entangling her limbs around him and placed the tip of his half-hardened shaft near her opening.

However, the intensity of her movements suddenly died down when she separated from the kiss, and she gazed lovingly at the man who saved and changed her fate and life.

At that moment, between Medea and Shirō, the two of them saw a woman, instead of an oversized little girl.

With her long hair splayed around them like wild, uncontrolled snakes, much longer and enviably more naturally beautiful than Medea's carefully maintained one, not to mention Atalanta's wild gold-jade mane, the violet sea looked alive, wrapping her budding curves in a perfect dress.

Shirō helplessly smiled at her loveliness, as well as innocent insistence. "By your will, my dear Medusa."

- Srrt… Pcht!

She gasped for air at the insertion, but she handled the pain surprisingly well, with nary a tear forming in her eyes. Her eyes flickered between her regular lilac and Cybele's dazzling purplish diamond glitter, with her long, snake-like tongue hanging outwards in pleasure. From her position, Medea could see a glint from her cute protruding fangs, used to give herself so much pleasure earlier, and the sight of the young girl she just met being taken by a man almost immediately moistened her sensitive crotch once again.

"You shouldn't rush. Can you feel it? Just little by little; spreading you open…" he cajoled and whispered into Medusa's ears, but she simply answered by shaking her hips and plunging her body down the entire length of his cock, just as she did with the first thrust.

Her boldness made Medea gulp. She watched with both amazement and trepidation how that thing – already at the circumference of the thinnest spot on her wrist – spread Medusa's tight virgin snatch wide open, pistoning over and over again. And it's still expanding, since Medusa first put it into her body when it's not fully recovered from ejaculating its contents inside Atalanta.

…almost to the point she forgot her unspoken deal with Medusa earlier.

Without any incantation, she waved her index finger and collected the still-moist blood covering Shirō's dick, along with the slimy, clear-white fluids flowing out of the opening of Medusa's womb and drenching Shirō down to his balls. Further processing would be necessary, similar to the chemistry of transferring blood, but it's good enough for now.

She certainly didn't have the mental disposition to do more, such was her captivation of the scene in front of her, similar to how she felt when Atalanta had the first go.

Speaking of which, the Arcadian princess gingerly flipped onto her stomach and crawled onto all fours towards them, slowly pacing herself like an approaching lioness.

"Welcome to our family once again, Medusa," she proudly declared with a wide smile on her face, one so alien to outsiders it became a myth.

Princess Atalanta… smiling? Surely, that's a joke!

"Y-Yesh… t-thank you f-for having me…" Medusa slurred her reply, already under the bewitching grasp of sexual pleasure.

Truly, a cardinal sin. Once any being had a taste of it, it's impossible for them to abstain from doing it again and again and again for a prolonged period of time. An act more addictive than any drug, and a desire more appealing than any riches.

Atalanta went further and tongue-kissed Medusa as Shirō continued to pound her again and again, as the three of them were lost in their own world. To him, she felt even tighter than his wife during their first time, mostly because Medusa lacked the control necessary to lessen the blow, much less give pleasure to him.

And, to be frank, the first initial series of thrusts didn't feel good. At all.

'Tight' and 'lack of control' were an understatement. He feared what would happen if her entire existence lost her current stability and reverted back to her smaller self – much as she was alluring no matter her size, it'd quite literally kill a normal human being. He was tempted to Reinforce his cock just to ease its expansion, because the sensory input, while partially pleasurable, wasn't strong enough to make him fully erect the way he usually was.

After a while, though… No, scratch that. It's necessary to give Medusa the proper treatment he gave his wife, to respect her love for him.

"Ugh… G-GUHIII…!" Medusa choked in air as she felt the dick inside her expand greatly, before settling and pushing up on her cervix door. "S-SHIRŌŌŌŌŌ…!"

- Shlosh. Shlosh. Shlosh. Chupu. Chupu. Chupu.

"Ahe~ A-Aghagh… G-Guho~ I-IIIIIIYYYYYYAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHNNNN!"

He angled his thrusts and scoops differently each time, trying to gauge where Medusa was sensitive, and where she disliked it, compiling the database inside his head.

"Ah, she can accommodate you fully until your balls… I am jealous…" Atalanta muttered to his ear, earning a cheeky grin from the climaxing Medusa. From where she's seated, she could clearly see the tip of his long rod poking lightly through from underneath Medusa's navel.

Yes, it did fit, but only just.

Their body sizes were quite similar, to be fair. It's simply Medusa's inhuman and more flexible constitution, compared to Atalanta who's originally and mostly human. There's also the hypothesis the Gorgon reproduced differently from her or others, so this initial step was an important procedure in understanding their newest family member completely.

- Chu.

"'Tis fine, Shirō. This wife of yours is happy if Medusa is to your liking," Atalanta replied, pushing off his kiss to abate her apparent negative comment. "I was the one to push for this, thus her quality falls under my responsibility."

"It didn't really relieve me if you put it that way," he complained, still erratically shaking and rotating his hips every which way to widen Medusa's inner walls. Truly, even after several series of orgasms, she still hadn't relaxed – or, rather, it only pushed her to go wilder and wilder every time. "On the contrary – how are you, Medusa? If I'm hurting you, then…"

"NO! THIS IS SHOOO GGHHHUUUUDDDDD! D-DON'T STOP!"

Atalanta's pointed stare only added to that question, before she went to straddle the masturbating Medea.

- Schlick… Schlick… Schlick…

She reached one hand out to the younger girl, taking a place between her legs and massaged several points along Medea's inner thighs. Both of their faces were flushed – the magus more so, with a slow dribble of saliva flowing down her lips – and Medea hissed at the difference in body temperature between them.

Atalanta's were a distinct mix between the refreshing dawn breeze and a scalding hot female beast. Not a homogenous one, but an alternating sensation of cold and warmth.

"W-What… Miss Atalanta…" Unfortunately, with the addition of her own touches, her brain wasn't working at its maximum right now. Medusa's fluids still had lingering effects, despite the full concoction already being sucked out. "I… I…"

- Chu.

"Enjoying my performance earlier?"

"A-Ah! I w-wouldn't dare…!" She shyly whispered, though her fingers didn't stop rubbing themselves over her slit. "I… Y-You were beautiful!"

"Thank you."

It was the most earnest praise Atalanta had ever heard from someone other than Shirō and Medusa.

Therefore, she'd return the favor.

"Now that they are busy, allow me to prepare you…"

Medea had lost track how much time had passed. How long had it been since she saw Medusa's deflowering?

Fortunately, she still had the presence of mind earlier to collect her virgin blood, because she didn't know what's going on around her anymore.

The pleasure was beyond her wildest dreams.

That large thing… should hurt, right? Disregarding what the mature fantasies written down in various tomes she read, if a real couple did it with such a difference in physiques, then the least of the things they needed to worry about was soft tissue tears from their genitals. That's the main reason why future society looked down upon a relationship containing an unripe physical body, either male or female, mainly because of the dangers posed onto them.

A mature cock driving carelessly into a child pussy would simply rip apart the surrounding soft tissues, potentially permanently damaging the latter's fertility, without even calculating the influence it'd have on the female child. An immature, tiny dick being forced to be erect and swallowed by a ripened pussy had the potential to receive serious rashes from the friction, as well as injured hips from the weight of the older female.

So why didn't it hurt? Medea did know some spells to prepare for that, but she's certain she wasn't fully aware of what she's doing earlier, when Sir Shirō was finished with Medusa and she practically threw herself at him, worried to not get a turn.

After all, a man's physical stamina was limited. What if he was tired and didn't desire her any longer? That's a decent possibility, no matter how the erotic stories she's secretly fond of would portray improbably virile men who could have sex for days and weeks.

That said, what happened perhaps went along the ideals of her dreams, because both Shirō and Atalanta got a lot of embarrassing answers out of her.

"Ah? Do you touch yourself often?"
"Who do you think of when you climax?"
"Ufufu… Can you tell me where you're weak?"
"It's alright… Be honest, and yell out your desires…"

And so forth, and so forth.

"Uuu…"

As the memories came back intermittently, her face simply burnt up with shame, causing her to squirm and bury her head into the cushion she's been sleeping on.

If she was to be honest with herself, she perhaps went a little too crazy during the sex… because it went very, very well in accordance to her fantasies. In fact, Sir Shirō went out of his way to accommodate her wishes, allowing her to take some of the lead and instructing him what she wanted to do.

Including all of those dirty little fetishes she stored deep, deep inside her.

Therefore, she didn't really remember most of the details of what had happened… only for the fact she likely now bore a child inside her belly.

Who knew? Perhaps they needed a few more 'sessions' to confirm it…

- Rub. Rub. Rub.

"Good morning, Medea," Atalanta said gently, patting Medea's shivering violet hair into her modest chest. "Was it such a good dream that you are trembling in excitement?"

Medea sniffled onto the older woman's bare skin, the tips of the latter's softened nipples rubbing her cheeks. The scent of dried sweat and semen, as well as Atalanta's natural lovely body odor, entered the magus's nose… but it's a scent she'd grown familiar with very quickly last night, having consumed it in great quantities through all of her holes.

Under her, she could feel the springy muscles of the female archer – soft at just the right places, and firm at others. The thin pubic hair tickled Medea's stomach, as she mewled under the pampering usually reserved to Shirō.

On that note, he had requested her to drop the 'Sir', since they're practically husband and wife now.

"Mmmnnn… It's wonderful," she admitted, returning with a shy smile. She squirmed upwards, giving the other princess a chaste kiss to the chin. "It was my first… with a woman too. You… were great."

"Ufufu… I shall take that compliment gratefully," Atalanta replied, hugging her more tightly. "You were so adorable and lovely, along with being too tempting."

Their conversation caused a stir beside them, where Medusa was sleeping inside Shirō's arms. Already facing them, he simply opened his eyes and greeted, "Good morning."

That was the best morning in Medea's life.