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AN: Sorry this chapter came a little late. I have been busy. It's a bit lemony but I hope you like it. I planned for all these investigations and Da Vinci is about to lay out an evil plan that will play out on an epic scale. There is still a little more to go through so I hope everyone bears through the funny scenes before I can get into the baddassery.
casablanca1317:- I hope you liked the chapter but fortunately or unfortunately there are still a few more lemon scenes planned. But I assure you it will all be for the greater good of Orario.
Counterfeika:- The 'Mona Hestia' was a long time in the making! There will be others, including Da Vinci blatantly plagiarising other great works. She prefers the term 'improving.' To be honest, I'm not a big fan of Spartacus but I'm considering using him and Frankenstein and Arash in a standoff against Evilus, who is the best suicide bomber… just don't know if that's politically correct though. Astolfo will be involved in Hestia familia's second attack on Evilus.
AzureKaiser:- Ritsuka will be involved more later as I have other plans for him. Right now as the true weakness of Chaldea he is just under heavy security so not much is happening with him other than him kicking back with Mash and relaxing. I might do another scene of him and Mash and see where that leads.
Onishin Tsukitenshi:- What I have planned for Ryuu and Astolfo is a bit more than a panic attack or mental breakdown. Stay tuned.
Phantom Theif of Hearts:- LOL! You really have a keen eye. I was hoping no one would notice the tails but just for you, I'll give you a hint. It's intentional and Da Vinci will turn it into a big political thing. I like Rider Matha as well and Tarrasque but I plan to use them during the Port Melen Arc. The actual games themselves will be used! Da Vinci just can't help herself. And I'm trying to work through the story as fast but as thoroughly as I can because I really can't wait to do the Xenos arc fully. It will go against everything Ouranus was trying to achieve.
ghost777:- Hahaha! That would be a great idea and the FGO characters can complain that the cards don't represent their true powers well enough or bag out the cards of the other players.
ShadoWARmadaN:- Yup! Yup! Traps are great for… trapping! And all will be revealed… eventually.
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Please read & review as I appreciate any comments made
Fate Grand Disorder
Chapter 46 – Investigations
Hermes watched over the crowds walking through the pleasure district. He had been given an assignment from Shakespeare to follow a lead into a slave-trading ring. His captain, Asfi Al Andromeda, herself had been sent to the nearby kingdom of Eluria to investigate the rumours that nobles there were also involved in this slave-trading ring. Shakespeare had even seen fit to assign Rider Medusa to Hermes for his protection as they were entering Ishtar's territory. Hermes felt a level of anticipation and excitement at the possibility of danger.
Rider Medusa was a beautiful, tall, woman with the longest purple hair Hermes had ever seen, reaching down to her ankles. She wore a small, tight black dress which was the shortest he had ever seen barely covering her perfectly bubbled butt. She sat by the edge of the rooftop with her back to Hermes as she watched the masses from above through the single red optical lense she wore over her eyes. How she managed to see through it was anybody's guess. Hermes patiently fingered his camera as he watched the throng, waiting for his informant to leave one of the buildings.
A pink-haired woman with her arms slung around two males, one a dwarf and one a werewolf caught his attention. From this distance, they looked disturbingly like Bete Loga and Gareth Landrock from Loki familia but the woman in what was obviously a pirate hat was laughing merrily as she easily dragged them around. What were they doing here? "How interesting…?" he murmured to himself.
At his voice, Rider Medusa sprang into action crouching on all fours as she faced the crowd, her bum high in the air and pointed at Hermes as she surveyed the crowd. "What is it?" she asked.
Hermes was stunned. A slight breeze lifted her dress ever so slightly giving him a peek of perfect white skin and his nose started to bleed. "Umm.. I was mistaken." He quickly replied.
She glanced at him before relaxing and returned to sitting by the edge of the roof. Hermes shook away his memory and tried to refocus on the task at hand, not the ass at hand. He continued to keep his eye on the door of the establishment. A man in a large trenchcoat walked out, his face covered by a hood. "Could that be him?" he wondered to himself out loud.
Rider immediately sprang into action again, crouching provocatively in front of him, her chain laid out before her while she clutched the spikes at the end in her hands. The sudden movement lifted the hem of her dress ever so slightly and he saw a hint of her panties. Hermes' eyes spiraled and his face went flush with colour. "Who?" she asked him.
The man took his hood off to greet someone and Hermes realised it was not who he was looking for. "S…Sorry. W…W…Wrong person." Hermes stuttered.
Rider again relaxed and went back to squatting down beside the ledge as she continued her patient wait for the informant. As Hermes was trying to stay focussed on his mission, his mind kept wandering to the creamy flesh he had seen, the shape of her perfect posterior and the erotic pose she considered her battle stance.
An idea couldn't help but form in his head. He leaned slightly backward and tilted his head slightly to the side and said, "How interesting. Isn't that…?"
Again rider flashed into action, crouching on all fours before him, her bum pointing towards his nose. Hermes turned red, drool escaped his lips as he pinched his nose to stop the blood loss. "What is it?" Rider snapped off her question.
"I… I… I must've been mistaken." Hermes replied as he stood back up straight. Rider turned her head slowly to look at Hermes with a frown on her face.
Hermes was looking at the stars, not willing to look her in the eyes as she slowly went back to sitting on the rooftop. Hermes' mind replayed the memory in his head. He was sure he was able to see her gap. Rider narrowed her eyes as she went back to squatting down patiently.
"Is that…?" Hermes began.
Quicker than lightning Rider had leaped into action, crouching in her battle stance. This time however she had her spike raised just a little, enough so that she could make out Hermes behind her on its sheen. She didn't need to say anything. The fact that he was bent over at his hip sideways, head tilted as if trying to look under her dress said it all.
She stood up and faced Hermes. Hermes stood ramrod straight hand behind his head and whistling as if nothing happened. His bleeding nose, his drooling mouth, his red face and the steam escaping his ears said it all for him. Rider strode up to him, then kneed him in the groin before grabbing his collar and pulling him up to her, staring him straight in the eyes. "I wonder, if I petrify a god, does his soul return to Tenkai or does it stay, trapped in stone?"
Hermes was terrified. But it was worth it to confirm that she was indeed just wearing a tight little G-string under that dress.
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Lancer Diarmuid Ua Duibhne lay in the bed naked. His divinely handsome face and the mole on his cheek guaranteed that any girl he wished for would fall for him. His tall muscular frame and his charming charisma made him the envy of many men and the dream of many a woman. He could have just about any woman he wanted so what was he doing in the pleasure district lying in the bed of one of the prostitutes.
Aisha Belka was a prostitute of the Ishtar familia. She was a beautiful amazon with long black hair covering half her face and deep purple eyes. As she lay naked on the man, mysteriously named Lancer, her thoughts wandered over her feelings for the past few weeks. She was not in love, that she was adamant about. Yes, he was handsome, yes, he made her heart flutter and her mind daydream and yes, she would think about him in her free time… sometimes. But she reminded herself, to her, all men were just walking dildos, living sperm donors whose only value lay in the milk of their loins.
Sure, she had made sure none of the other girls would even look his way or try to call him over. Sure, she had met up with him frequently and had even had to physically tear him away from other girls, but that was because he was simply good genetic material. Often they didn't even need to have sex as she was simply content to lay in his arms and chat.
It had all began when he had chosen to spend the night with Sanjouno Haruhime, a renard girl Aisha had treated as a little sister. It came as no surprise when she fainted at even seeing his bare torso let alone having yet to touch it. Fearing the situation becoming unpleasant, Aisha had barged in offering to take the renard's place but she was surprised to see no anger or malice in the man's features. He simply leaned over, cupped Aisha's chin and said, "Okay."
Since then she had started looking forward to meeting him every day and had started to gather as much information about him as possible. She had discovered that he was Hestia familia and that his full name was Lancer Diarmuid Ua Duibhne and that he was apparently single. Not that that mattered to her. She liked that it wasn't all just sex when they had met as he would often just hold her or kiss her and just talked for hours on end.
They talked about many things, their hopes and dreams, their past, their futures. She was surprised how easily she opened up to him and she almost instinctively trusted him. She had talked about Haruhime to him and how her contract was bought. This seemed to interest him so when he asked if she was a slave and if it were possible to buy her contract out, she felt almost overjoyed. Of course Aisha herself wasn't a slave, she was merely charmed by her goddess and forced to do her work. He seemed almost angry when Aisha had told him that sad story of how she had destroyed the first Sessho-seki, the killing stone, in order to save Harhuhime's life and what had happened to her afterward. Being in his arms made her feel secure so even as she told her tearful tale she felt safe in them.
If there was one thing wrong with him, however, it was that he never seemed to take the initiative. In fact, he was more interested in talking than in touching Aisha and it was always Aisha herself who would eventually throw herself at him before they would end up having sex. Not that she minded of course but it made her feel uneasy that she thought he might be thinking of all this as a business transaction, after all, by now Hestia familia were famed for their business acumen.
Tonight however had begun differently. The air around Lancer himself was different. Walking into her club with three other men was also different. By now Aisha could tell things about him. Smiling she had greeted his guests and he had introduced them all to Aisha and her girls. She noted that one of them also carried the same moniker as him, Lancer. He was Lancer Cu Chulainn. The other two were Berserker Cu Chulainn Alter and Caster Cu Chulainn. She was curious about them all having the same name but decided not to ask.
The group had started off just drinking with her girls and laughing, telling jokes and making snide innuendoes at each other. Typical fun guys night out she supposed. After a couple of hours of this Aisha couldn't take it anymore and had decided to finally drag her Lancer to her bedroom. Before she could get the man out into the hallway, they were stopped by Caster Cu Chulainn, the man simply smiling as he traced his fingers through the air. Aisha was sure she saw the faintest glimmer of light behind his fingers. Diarmuid creased his brow as Caster simply grinned as he spoke in Gaelic so no one else could understand, "Geas."
Diarmuid replied in the same rough sounding language Caster had used. "What is the geas?"
"She will never climax unless she tells you all her truest desires." Caster couldn't help laughing, "Enjoy!"
"You ass!" Diarmuid swore at his fellow knight.
He didn't get to say much more as he was forcibly dragged by the hands to Aisha's bedroom, thrown onto the bed and Aishaa mounted him with much ferocity. She had worn her patience thin waiting and would unleash her whole labido on him. It was an hour later that Aisha felt that something was wrong. Try as she might, she could not reach the usual heights of passion he was always able to raise her to. "Are you holding out on me?" she huskily whispered.
He leaned over and breathed into her ear, "Tell me, what is it your heart truly desires? Tell me what you want?"
Aisha thought he was just sweet talking her so she simply smiled and answered, "I want to serve my goddess and give my all to my familia."
Diarmuid leaned his forehead against hers and stared deep into her eyes. "You lie. There is no joy in your answer. There is no truth to your words." Disappointed he leaned away a little, grabbing her left breast in his hand he asked again, "What is it, beneath this breast, within that soul of yours where your heart beats, that you truly desire?"
She looked into his eyes and knew he was serious. Turning her face away from him her face blushed in shame, "I… I am a Berbera… a warrior prostitute… I have no need for desires."
"And yet you have them…" Diarmuid gently turned her face back towards him with his hand as he questioned her, "If you could have anything you desire, what would it be?"
She chuckled sadly at him, "As if… If I could…" Her eyes rolled away from him and simply stared into empty space. "If I could… I would want to save Haruhime."
As she said that, it was like a block was lifted from her heart. She could feel her body react as feelings of pleasure increased. She turned to look at Diarmuid confusedly. He smashed his lips onto hers for a long while causing her to moan softly in pleasure, "Better," he continued, "What else does your heart truly desire?"
Confused but excited at the same time she felt a well spring of emotions bubble up and burst forth and before she knew it she could not control what she was saying. "I would want to be free!" She moaned as she clung onto his back, her nails starting to draw lines of red on them as her pleasure responses started peaking. Another block seemed to have been lifted.
A thrust she couldn't dodge had her almost yelling, "I want to leave the Ishtar familia! I want to live my own life!"
Her body that hadn't responded in over an hour was finally kicking into overdrive. "Tell me Aisha! Tell me what it is you truly desire!" Diarmuid's tempo was increasing at the same rate her mind was getting hazier.
"I WANT TO BE FREE! I WANT TO LEAVE ISHTAR! I WANT TO SAVE HARUHIME! I WANT TO BE WITH YOU FOREVER AND EVER!" Aisha screamed out in ecstasy as her body brought her to the biggest orgasm of her life.
At that moment, through the fog in her head, she finally realised the truth, she was in love with him. Against everything she had ever been taught or believed an amazon should be, she had fallen in love with one of those worthless men she had often thought so little of. A tear slid out her eye as she couldn't wipe away her large beatific smile adorning her face.
Through her muddled mind, she could make out that he had gotten up and had started putting on his clothes. Through it all, she thought she heard him say, "Your wish is my command." Was she fantasizing again? Surely no one would think enough of a prostitute to rescue her. Then again, he did belong to the notoriously crazy Hestia familia.
Thinking of something to say she blurted out the first thing that came to her mind, "You going to leave without paying?" she teased.
"You would dirty our act by asking for money?" he teased her back.
She couldn't help giggling. She had forgotten how long this had started but she reached under her bed to pull out a bag of valis to pay herself for having sex with him. The irony.
The sound of a large explosion and cracking timber erupted into the night. Diarmuid smiled, "Serves you right Caster!"
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Lancer Scathach was not happy. Not when she found out where her men had gone for the night. This was not on and she would have to teach her students a very valuable lesson on fidelity. She put her boot on the door to the establishment, kicking it clean off the hinges as she walked in following a shower of splinters. "What do you have to say for yourselves?"
Lancer Cu Chulainn, Caster Cu Chulainn and Berserker Cu Chulainn Alter all turned as one towards the shattered door and gulped. Berserker just laughed as he realised his hostess had gone to the bathroom and had yet to return. His comrades however had an arm around a girl each and Lancer had a goblet hand-fed to him by one of the said girls. Berseker simply made his way to stand beside Scathach and reinforced her question, "Indeed, what do you two have to say for yourselves?"
Scathach elbowed him in the gut causing him to keel over before she head-butted him. "I smell the stench of wench on you." Her blood-red eyes bore deeply into his as she tossed him outside the brothel. "Stand guard and let no one interfere."
Berserker growled as he picked himself up off the ground and glared menacingly at the crowd, "Whatda you lookin at?" Really, he wondered, why did he ever fall in love with her?
"Hands off my man!" Scathach aimed her spear at a red-headed amazon that was sitting on Lancer's lap holding his wine goblet for him.
"What do you think you're doing you stupid bitch?" A white-haired amazon yelled at her, "Don't you realise we're Ishtar familia?"
The redhead stood up and swayed her way to her. "Just because you can't keep your man satis…" That was as far as she got before she found herself flying through a wall at high speed.
"You bitch!" Three other amazons drew weapons from out of the furniture and charged Scathach.
More bodies flew into walls and the ceiling as a brawl broke out. Scathach's lance was poised to pierce the heart of a blond amazon when the strong hand of Lancer Cu grabbed it by the shaft preventing the girl's death. "Please dear, show some mercy. We were merely here for business purposes."
"Business?" Scathach raised an eyebrow.
"Of course," Caster Cu replied, "Did you think any of these women could truly satisfy us when we have someone like you, master, waiting at home for us." He smiled brightly.
"Exactly!" Lancer Cu added, "We're too much man for any one of these wenches."
Scathach laughed at that and agreed, "Indeed. And I am too much woman for any one of you men as well. I guess that's what makes us perfect!"
"Well… you do have three of us…" Caster Cu reluctantly added.
The amazons stared at the woman in wonder. She had what any amazon only dreamed about, a male harem. Only gods and goddesses were capable of gathering harems and even then, the male harem was the rarer of the two. They didn't know whether to be impressed or angry.
Scathach laughed at the surprise of the amazons. "Well… I suppose I can show some mercy. But know this, there will still be punishment." She started drawing runes in the air.
Caster Cu watched on in admiration. "Well… At least it will be a grand fire!"
Scathach motioned her head at the men, signaling them to follow her, "Come, we shall head home where we shall feast and drink and be merry!... I will show you what it means to have a 'good' time!"
The men smirked as they left the burning establishment. Once outside they saw Berseker holding up a monster of a woman by the throat as he buried his free hand into her stomach. "Enough!" Scathach commanded, "Let the creature go, we're going home."
Ishtar familia captain, the large, toad-like amazon could only scream, "WHHHHAAAATTT TTHHHEEE HEEEELLLLL!" as she was hurled through the air before crashing into a wall and falling into blissful unconsciousness.
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Now please review or make any comments or even ideas on more craziness that I could add. I'd appreciate it.
