Irisviel von Einzbern was no longer in the Einzbern castle, and, thus, it made her wonder whether or not she should retain the name she currently bore. After all, it was a means of signifying where she was from… And, yet, she was now somewhere else.
Having moved, Irisviel was living somewhere distant from her home, as well as from all those who would have shared the name she bore. All, except her daughter, Illyasviel. Though, the more she thought about it, the more unwilling to part with that name she was. It was not purely a means of identifying where she was from, but who she was. She was one of the Einzbern hummuncili, and, thus, she was Irisviel von Einzbern.
It was as simple as that - her people were the Einzbern, and she would bear the name von Einzbern. And yet it seemed more complex, as well. She no longer lived among the Einzbern. Her people were no longer around her, and she was no longer among them. In a sense, she did not belong to them, anymore, and they did not belong to her.
These thoughts plagued Irisviel's mind as she wandered through the rooms of her new home - which was a castle in its own right, even if lacking towers and walls of stone. She was making sure to inspect every little thing, just to be certain that nothing was missing and everything was in its place. That was not a mentally taxing endeavour, and, as a result of it, she would occasionally glance around, taking pleasure in the knowledge that this was her home now.
And then, through the window, in the yard opposite of hers, she saw someone doing something. He seemed to be mowing the lawn, but that was not important - what was important was that it was a person - another individual, who had lived here longer than her. In a sense, he was part of the community that she had joined, and yet she had yet to truly become part of it.
Much like she had been, and still was, in a sense, von Einzbern, that man was of this neighbourhood. He was probably decently well known around, had friends, and the neighbours knew him for a set of reasons. Her… Well, they probably had a general idea of her due to the fact that she had just moved in.
An idea brewed up within her head - why not make it so she was known for other reasons as well? Make herself part of this community, too. After all, she would be living here, together with her daughter. There was no reason not to become a part of this neighbourhood.
Irisviel von Einzbern, suddenly completely satisfied with what the moving crew had done, walked through the rooms until she reached the entrance, put her shoes on and waltzed outside. Along the quaint little path she went, until she reached the sidewalk, and then, following said sidewalk, she approached the house next to hers - the one wherein lived that young man who had been mowing the lawn.
She stood in front of the door and, momentarily, found herself feeling very coquettish. Was her appearance in order, she pondered, as she ran a hand through her long, silver locks, making sure there were no stray hairs sticking out. She pulled at her burgundy blouse, smoothed up her white skirt, and found the doorbell. Ringing it, she made a step back and placed her hands together.
A moment later, she heard a voice calling from somewhere beyond the door, though it was quite distant and muffled, as a result of which she did not manage to make out what, exactly, was said. But, reasonably assuming that it was a statement informing her to hold on for a moment, made her feel comfortable enough with doing just that - waiting for a few seconds.
The door opened and that same individual, who had been mowing the lawn, appeared. His pants had a bit of green on them, because of the streaks of grass that had splattered over them at high velocity, but, other than that, there was nothing truly remarkable about him. He seemed to be young - about as old as Illyasviel, judging by his appearance.
"Can I help you?" He inquired. And, as with his looks, his voice was not something totally unique. She nodded.
"Hello, my name is Irisviel von Einzbern, a pleasure to make your acquaintance. I just moved in in the mansion to the right of here, and I was wondering if you would want to come over this afternoon to get to know one another, seeing as we will be neighbours henceforth?" She offered her hand, though he did not take it.
"Ah, apologies, I'm dirty from yard work.-" He said as he showed her the palm of his hand - covered in dirt and grass streaks, a smile on his face. "-That's a really kind offer, but-"
Interpreting that 'but' as a potential declination of her offer, she quickly thought up a solution.
"I happen to have a hot spring on my property - I would not mind it if you took a dip." She interrupted him, cocking her head to the side. Irisviel really did want to have this go through well, and, by the looks of it, her addition to the initial offer had sweetened the deal.
"Oh! Really?-" He asked, and she nodded. "-That's just great! Well, of course, then, I'd love to come over. How does half past five sound?"
"Half past five is just perfect." Informed the silver-haired woman, a smile appearing on her face as he turned out to be in agreement.
She returned to her home and got to work, making sure everything was as presentable as it needed to be. Fortunately for her, it had already been more than just presentable, but pristine, and so there was not much housekeeping for her to do.
Irisviel spent most of the day getting ready for this little event, and, when the time came, she was pleasantly surprised to find him arriving exactly at half past five. He had put on a semi-formal attire, which was more than agreeable, and they exchanged some pleasantries. She allowed him to call her Iri, as, apparently, calling her Irisviel was a bit too difficult for him - which was understandable, he was not from her country of origin.
The guest was thoroughly excited to take a dip in the hot springs, as a result of which she figured it would not be a big issue if they went on and did that first. After all, she had not prepared anything that needed to be eaten hot.
Guiding him towards the changing room, she showed him what was what, and asked him to wait for her to change, after which he could do so himself. Iri took her clothes off and took a glance at herself in the mirror - smooth, blemishless pale skin, a bust that was a bit bigger than modesty would find fitting, a thin waist and wide-ish hips. She would not look too provocative in normal swimwear, as a result of which she calmly outfitted herself with a red top, a bit reminiscent of a bikini due to her size, and a red pair of panties.
She informed her guest that she would wait for him in the hot-spring, and waltzed on through. The steam of the place was wonderfully pleasant, and the large pool, framed by unhewn stones, made it look very authentic. She took off her bathrobe and placed it by the side of the hot spring, after which she dipped her toes in. The water was a bit hot, but she would acclimate easily enough.
Just as she was making herself comfortable, her guest walked in. Other than a fit body, that was not anything spectacular when it came to muscle mass or muscle definition, he was not outstanding. Although, one thing she did notice was that, as soon as he removed the towel he had wrapped his hips with, a most unexpected and obscene thing appeared.
He was naked, which left her a bit flustered and surprised. Not only that, but he had a phallus that was, in size, greater than any she had seen before. Even though it was flaccid, it seemed as long as that of Kiritsugu, and he was average, at the least. That massive member almost hypnotized her, the heavy, big balls hanging beneath it, swinging in unison with the shaft itself, as her guest walked towards the pool.
"You're… You're naked." She observed, and, to her surprise, he nodded, as if completely unphased.
"I am. That's how you go to hot springs, isn't it?" He asked, a measure of incredulity expressed by his face. Irisviel pursed her lips, trying to think it through. On the one hand, it was not a problem - they were not here to do indecent things. He would just sit at a distance from her and they would talk about things.
"It's… It's okay.-" She stated, her gaze falling down upon that splendid member. It was absolutely lacking in any hair - none at the base, none on the balls - it was squeaky clean. On top of that, it was so, so big, she just could not imagine how it would feel. "-Come in, the water's perfect." She added, feeling as though she had just done something that should not have been done.
In a sense, she had. Ogling somebody was not appropriate behaviour, and having the kinds of thoughts she had allowed herself to exhibit was also very far from what was passable. Her cheeks reddened furiously, and she moved her gaze away from his crotch, looking a bit to the side of him, at one of the stones framing the pool of the hot spring.
"Oooh…-" He moaned as he dipped himself into the water, Irisviel finding her glance locking itself onto his heavy shaft, which barely budged as it came in contact with the liquid. It was really heavy, because there was no way it would not have even slightly moved upwards a bit… Right? "-The water is perfect." Her guest stated and sat down, leaning back and giving another pleased moan.
She found herself gulping. The water, even though that of a hot spring, even though it was slightly forced into motion by the recent body that had entered, was clear, and she could see his massive phallus between his legs. It was so alluring, in a most base and uncouth sense, and it seemed like just what she wanted, in a strange sense.
"Are you looking at my dick?" He asked, and she almost jumped out of the pool in one movement. That startled her - so intensely had she been doing exactly what he had asked her if she had been doing, that denying it would be more disrespectful towards him than the act of ogling him itself.
"It's… It's so big…" She muttered, trying to look at him in the eye. He had a devilish grin on his face.
"Yeah, that's a reaction I often get.-" Her guest agreed with her, speaking almost as if it was no big deal… And, in all honesty, it was nothing special to him, she realized. "-Wanna touch it?"
Iri shuddered at the suggestion. Did she want to touch it? Absolutely. At this very moment her mind, which was being addled by a lust she had not expected she would ever find herself affected by, wanted nothing more than to somehow make her interact with that cock. She licked her lips, subconsciously, and nodded.
He smiled and spread open his legs, even though he was still mostly submerged under the water. His humongous meat rod hung down heavily, even though the water should have, in a sense, reduced its weight. Iri shuffled closer to him and took a glance at his face, as if asking one more time, just to make sure. He nodded, and she carefully extended her arm towards his member.
Just wrapping her thin fingers around that thick penis was challenging - it was way thicker than her wrists, and it was not even hard yet. The sensation of the rough flesh, so thoroughly littered with bulging veins, made her feel as though she was not actually holding onto a phallus. For, in reality, she had never held onto something quite like that.
"This is…" She mumbled, failing to find the words to describe it. Her other hand also joined in, and she started stroking that fat cock gently, as if she was petting an animal. After all, it was quite the beastly member, and she did not quite know what to do with it. Her loins were catching on fire, even though the waters of the hot spring were as hot as they currently were. She gasped as she felt his member throb.
"I've heard amazing. Insane has also been used. Anything you can come up with, I've probably had it directed at my cock." He stated, reclining into the warm stones of the pool. He seemed to be enjoying himself, and Iri could not truly blame him. She was finding great pleasure in this, too.
His girthy phallus was slowly stiffening, becoming more and more gruesome as it did. The foreskin was slowly peeling back, as a result of Irisviel's own playful ministrations, and the erection that was coming to fruition.
He probably saw the glint in her eye, the unbelievable desire turning her red eyes into burning rubies. She was a bit startled, letting go of his member and pulling back, as he stood up, splashing the water around them. His cock was easily longer than her forearm now, even if it was not totally erect.
"I think you wanna fuck." He stated and, if her cheeks could become any more flushed, they would have. Irisviel tried to avert her gaze, but failed miserably. The sight of that phallus, its girth, length and vulgarity all made her feel an overwhelming want to feel it within herself. She shuddered, slightly, and stood up as well. Blinking a few times, as if to make that sensation of want disappear from within her head, Irisviel struggled with coming up with something to say.
Her guest, however, took her silence as a sign of agreement, as confirmation that she did, indeed, want to fuck. His hands flicked towards her chest and pushed the straps of her top away, uncovering her breasts completely. He grasped at them, roughly, and squeezed.
"Haanh- W-Wait- Hnngh-" She gasped, trying to make him stop for a moment, but only verbally. Even then, her words were cut off by a moan, as his fingers pinched her nipples and she felt her womanhood clamp down upon itself.
Even though she had told him to wait, she, herself, felt no such want. Her hands slid down along her own body, one reaching for his cock, the other sinking between her panties and pelvis, fingers digging into her womanhood. The sudden coolness her frame had been exposed to by her reemergence from the hot spring's waters had had no effect on her pussy, which was almost scalding to the touch.
"Nice…-" Stated her guest, spinning her at one hundred and eighty degrees, making a step towards her. His penis slid between her thighs and rubbed against her, and she felt as though that was very, very lewd. "-Grab onto my neck." He instructed, and, blinded by her lust, she followed his advice, wrapping her arms around him. The heat radiating from his hard, throbbing cock was unbelievably alluring, and she could only look at the viciously swollen tip, its flesh so taut she could see herself.
He slid his left hand over her stomach, reaching her pussy. She gasped as he spread her lower lips open, and, with his right hand, he guided his monstrously bloated cock's tip against her womanhood. She grit her teeth in anticipation.
"Ooooh…" Irisviel moaned loudly as his member not only prodded at her cunt, but straight up slid inside of her, stretching her walls to their maximum. She threw her head back and shuddered, momentarily feeling weaker than before, as if her strength was being sapped. In truth, she had reached an orgasm, and, currently, her quivering quim was clamping down upon her guest's cock with such force that he, himself, grunted at the pleasure.
He thrust forward, sweeping her off her feet, as, for a moment, her weight rested on his member and her arms, after which he scooped her legs up, just shy off the backside of her knees, and pushed them up. Irisviel moaned whorishly as more and more of his shaft made its way into her, and yet there was, no doubt, way more of it left to slide deeper still.
She felt the sensation of his cock inside her pussy grow more and more pronounced, as if the position itself, and just how lewd it was, was having an effect on her psyche. Obscenely, her butt and cunt were sticking out, her legs pulled up to be almost parallel to her torso, his arms running under her knees and clasped together on the back of her head, forcing her to look down at her puffy pussy.
"I'll breed you." He stated, and started thrusting his hips. She tried throwing her head back, but only succeeded at opening her mouth wide and screaming in pleasure, as her pussy got rammed by his massive cock, her walls futilely trying to hold it down and failing miserably. Irisviel felt the unbelievable girth of that lengthy member dragging at her insides, its flared up glans messing up her insides.
"Nhooh!-" She wailed, feeling his pumping become more and more violent. Irisviel felt his bloated member knocking against her cervix, and she was trying her best to flex her pelvic floor muscles, in an attempt to slow him down even a little bit. His words rang through her head and she felt herself grow more and more lecherously inclined to urge him to do just that.
His massive ball-sack was swinging back and forth, flailing wildly in unison with his thrusts, which, in turn, grew more and more brutal with each passing second. Her eyes could not clearly focus on anything, and everything that was in her field of vision seemed shrouded in a fog, one more prominent even than the steam of the hot spring. His nutsack splashed into the water on occasion, only to then slap against her pussy and his own cock, making her feel waves of pleasure flow from her barbarically slammed clit up to her brain and totally overwhelm her senses.
"Damn, bitch-" He grunted, his voice breathy and challenged by his own gasping and panting. "-You're tight!" He exclaimed as he pushed her down onto his cock, which elicited a loud yowl from her. Irisviel came again, her pussy clamping down onto his vascular meat rod, only intensifying the sensation of his bulging veins tearing up her insides.
"Hyesss!- She mewled as she felt his tip break through her cervix, ramming itself into her deepest place. No penis had ever been that far up inside her, and yet it felt incredibly good. So addled was her mind from the continuous climaxes she was going through, so overbearing was the pleasure of his titanic cock totally ravaging her little cunt, that she completely disregarded the discomfort and even pain that should have caused her. "-Breeeeed me-" Irisviel squealed.
It was as if her womb was descending to meet his gruelingly oversized penis, as if it wanted to give it a kiss or to accept it into itself. The schlicking sound of his shaft sliding in and out of her pussy, the splashing of his balls against the water's surface and the slapping of her ass against his pelvis and his testicles against her cunt only made the whole thing more obscene. His grunts and gasps merged with her moans and wails as she saw her stomach grow distended by the colossal size of his cock.
It plunged as deep as it could go, slamming against the walls of her womb and forcing them to extend outwards. The bulge, visible only slightly beneath her navel, was what made her reach another orgasm. How could that be, a tiny, still reasonable part of her mind pondered, and yet it was washed away by the waves of squirted bliss that overwhelmed Irisviel.
His cock felt as though it was growing thicker, bigger, his thrusts seemed to be more and more brutal, his grip on her far rougher, his grunts and growls more animalistic in nature. She could almost feel his orgasm approaching, his huge balls churning the cum within, preparing it to blast inside her waiting womb and drown her egg cell in a sea of sperm.
"Fuck-" Her guest gasped as he hilted himself inside of her, growling loudly while he pushed her down onto his cock. The bulge in her stomach grew bigger as wave after wave of thick, gooey cum splashed into her womb.
"Hooooooh!-" She wailed as her pussy clamped down onto his member, squeezing tighter than ever before, almost as if it were milking that girthy meat rod, trying to get all those super potent swimmers to assail her egg. Irisviel could almost feel each one flailing wildly on its way. As though his cum was frothy, like a fizzy drink, and each one of his hyper potent sperm cells was violently slamming against all the others, as well as the walls of her womb, in an attempt to pierce her egg.
Her poor, or fortunate, little ovum was overwhelmed by them, and they tore into it like rabid dogs would tear a rabbit apart. She almost felt it, though it was just her imagination, how, with such great force did his sperm slam against her egg that it was distorted by the power of the impact.
He laid her down on the ground, gasping and panting, his cock still hard as rock. She rolled over, her belly slightly bloated with cum, and even more of the spunk leaking out of her loosened pussy into the pool. A thick sheen of sweat covered her, and yet she was more interested in that erect member. Her eyes and the insatiable desire in them was noticed by her guest, and he fell upon her again, mating violently with her late into the night.