Desert Victory

by Cosmic Sky

The desert was a harsh place in which life could only thrive under certain circumstances. Ritsuka never expected he could bring those special qualities, but Nitocris and Scheherazade certainly believed that he did. It was because of him they'd became their best selves, and they had a shinny trophy. But they also had something more valuable than that, and did Ritsuka.

Hello, everyone. This one was originally slated for the summer of last year, but circumstances interferred. Likewise, I planned something special this February, but again, things didn't quite go the way I wanted them to. After all that, here we are with another threesome involving Ritsuka and two lucky ladies: Nitocris and Scheherazade! Obviously, the inspiration for this one is going to be the Dead Heat Summer Race. It's completely separate from their individual One-Shots so neither girl is with Ritsuka…heh, yet. Enjoy!

I do not own anything.

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"If I may, Master Ritsuka, I believe your father would be proud of you." Scheherazade offered in a quiet yet kind voice.

Ritsuka loved hearing it. He loved hearing it while looking at the story telling Servant and seeing her smile. "You think when all of this is over with, I can get away with sneaking away a picture of this?"

Laughing, the Caster's smile brightened. "If I must, I'll find a way. Moments like this are so beautiful that I believe they should be commemorated on camera. Quit an ingenious modern invention. Along with this." Her eyes turned from the human to the source of the grease coating both individuals. For her, this was a first, a happy first that she was overjoyed to share with the people she'd come to cherish.

The pair's quiet laughter filled the garage over the hum of the engine currently under work; it almost seemed to be rumbling in amusement with them before demanding their full attention. Without a doubt, it was one of the most bizarre automobiles ever created, but that was undoubtedly part of its charm.

"Automobile" was somehow a better description than car, the latter brought forth a modern image that Ritsuka knew by heart. The latter's definition could be a little…broader. What he'd spent the last several hours working on in no way looked like a conventional car-the Team Nito car actually looked more like a giant gargantuan three-wheeled motorcycle that just vaguely resembled a lamp; that had been Scheherazade's input. To say that the thing was bizarre would have been a colossal understatement, but from what Ritsuka had seen, it was actually no stranger than some of the other vehicles that their competition would be riding in.

"I actually think it's pretty awesome all things considered! I mean, this is going to be an awesome once in a life time race because it's so strange!" The Japanese teenager proudly proclaimed when some tried to get him to talk Ishtar out of this crazy race idea she'd came up with. The war goddess had flashed him a grin then threw her arms around him, thanking him for his support. As nice as the hug had been, Ritsuka quietly wished she hadn't done it, though a hug was certainly better than a kiss. Had Ishtar kissed him, Ritsuka was sure that several Servants, namely Saber Artoria Alter, Nero, Fran, Nobu, and certainly Nitocris would have exploded in anger.

Whoever won this race, Ritsuka was absolutely sure there was going to be some anger, but he was hoping everyone would have enough fun that anger wouldn't ruin everything. So far, Ritsuka liked to think that everyone was having fun; he and his chose team were certainly having a blast putting their car together.

No one would have ever expected Scheherazade, the legendary storyteller, for a mechanic, albeit a bit of a novice one. Still, she learned fast and even helped Ritsuka, who overwhelmingly knew his way around cars and automobiles. Then again, Scheherazade could simply "rewrite" a part of herself to give herself that knowledge. She could have done that, but it was more fun for her to write up on car engineering, and learn from the best example that she had on hand-her Master and her new "king".

There had been times when Ritsuka's mechanical knowledge had came in handy, though this was the first time that his family's passion for cars could play such a critical role. The second he'd heard the word, "race" his soul had bee ignited with the flames of excitement that left him bouncing on his feet; this didn't go unnoticed by several, including a certain pair of Servants.

It was his choice whom he supported, and practically all the teams had clamored for his attention. There was only one team that Ritsuka had his eyes on, and he was happy to find that they had their eyes on him too.

Before any of them knew it, their noses wrinkled with the grease and mystical fuel, fuel that Ritsuka was handling with utmost care. He felt like a scientist in some comic book experimenting with a brand-new source of energy that was highly miraculous, and of course, highly dangerous. The teenager had handled such materials before, but never had he felt such a level of excitement coursing through him; it was almost scary to be honest. The fear was greatly diminished thanks to who he was working with, and he made sure to let that person knew it.

He really is…such an amazing and compassionate king to serve. That one observation had been the basis for Scheherazade's thoughts for the past hour; the past hour that she'd spent happily working alongside her Master on Team Desert Beauty's race. She couldn't keep from glancing at him over and over again as they worked on the car, from the wheels to the engines to the "driver's seat".

"I look like a groomed Servant, don't I?" The teenager sheepishly laughed upon stepping back onto the ladder. Beside him hung the "navigator's bubble" in which the pair's navigator would seat. It was a lavish cushion fit for a pharaoh…or a story teller turned queen.

"Well, you've been around your fair share of kings and queens, and you're a quick learner, Master Ritsuka." She commented staring up at him. "I do believe that moderns cars are also judged by how comfortable the seats are, correct?"

"They are, a good seat can mean the difference between a pleasant drive and a crappy one."

"A pharaoh such as Nitocris would deserve nothing less than the former, even if it is in a divine race to the finish." The black-haired beauty mused.

"Yeah," he concurred before sliding down the ladder. "Or the queen of storytelling." Ritsuka stated with a wink. It did the trick in getting her dark-skinned beauty to blush bright red. As he expected, it was quite a sight to see, and Ritsuka was happy to witness it up close. "Someone's could be up there chronicling every second of the race."

"That…would indeed be ideal for me." She admitted. "But I would be…I'm happy to actually be participating in this race, especially as Nitocris' partner."

"I've noticed you two have became close friends ever since we got here. I'm happy to see that."

"And I'm happy that I have found…such a trust worthy companion, or rather, I'm happy I've found another one. I have a good friend alongside a noble king who I'll diligently serve no matter what."

Now it was the human's turn to blush and look away. "T-Thanks for the compliment."

"It is just one of the hundreds that you are owed, Ritsuka." The storyteller giggled. Rather boldly, she stepped forward, having summoned a wash rag I hand. She could hear Ritsuka's heart beating several ticks faster, her own was doing the same as she moved her hand to his cheeks. They were so close they could practically feel each other's breathes. Though they both had been working hard, Ritsuka was smothering more grease than her, thus she took to cleaning him. It was really just an excuse for her to touch him, and she'd found herself wanting to do that a lot.

If only Scheherazade knew that same desire burned within her teenage Master. Really, it was rather hard not to be attracted to the famed story teller of One-Thousand and One Nights, especially when she was at ease like now.

At ease, Ritsuka thought as he looked over to the so-called "Desert Beauty" that would be her and Nitocris' car. In spite of its unconventional appearance, it could move fast, fast enough that it could outpace the best high-performance machines. Especially since Ritsuka was working as hard as he could to make sure the girls won the race. Standing before one of them certainly made that desire burn all the stronger in his chest.

Suddenly, it received a boost as he heard the voice of the second.

"I have returned with the parts you requested, Ritsuka!" Boomed the voice of the last pharaoh of Egypt's Sixth Dynasty.

Both the Japanese teen and the Persian storyteller broke apart, embarrassment coloring their faces.

Behind her proud vestige, the pharaoh was also somewhat emotionally ruffled. Of course, she couldn't let that show, she was a pharaoh after all!

But the two people who'd previously been sharing a moment in front of her were two people whom she trusted. They were two people whom she felt she could…be herself around. She a desire to speak from the heart as her amethyst purple eyes met the turquoise blue of Ritsuka's.

"I, um, I brought he supplies that you requested." She spoke in a greatly diminished voice.

Ritsuka knew that there was something off about her, but chose to say nothing. He chose to focus on the more pressing matter at hand. "Great, then we can push this baby to its utmost…" his words died as he looked between the two dark-skinned ladies. "Nitocris, Scheherazade, which one of you is going to be driving this thing?"

The two stood side by side in front of him, looking between each other then back to him.

"I am." Scheherazade spoke up, curiosity clear on her face.

Her heart skipped a beat as the blue-eyed teenager let out a sigh that sounded unsettling close to disappointment. She wasn't the only one concerned.

"Alright, Scheherazade, come see me after we finish putting this thing together. Actually, scratch that. We'll do it after we've taken it for a test run."

"I'll be the driver for then! Scheherazade, take notes as to how our marvelous mystical car will operate!" Quickly spoke up the Egyptian Servant.

"I will!" passionately declared the bigger but surprisingly younger woman.

"Then let's get back to work, ladies! We're almost done!" Proclaimed the teenager.

The work continued, now joined by one of Egypt's pharaohs. She was quite happy to do so, and the story teller and their Master were quite happy to have her back with them. Their "trinity" was complete again, and it was this trinity that would claim victory at the Ishtar Cup.

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Scheherazade was both excited and nervous, a dual sensation was becoming rather common when it came to Ritsuka Fujimaru. He was quite a spectacular young man, it was no wonder that she'd fallen in love with him. Her…and quite a handful of other Servants, including potentially her own partner.

She knew that they all would have killed for a moment like this-walking alongside him on the beach as the sun gradually set upon the ocean. It was a just majestic mirror the color of fire, a perfect representation of the feelings Scheherazade had burning within her. Of course, it could also have represented where she stood with those feelings-on the edge between hope and despair. Why had her Master called her away? Why just her? It was a question that near burned her Spiritual Core. Scheherazade knew that such a feeling was likely consuming Nitocris, who remained in the garage to continue "finetuning" their car. It was an incredible poor lie, but neither of the had the heart to shatter it.

Neither did Ritsuka, who likely saw through it, but chose to press on regardless.

He tried to ignore how close their hands were as they walked along the sand. "I, um, Scheherazade,"

"Y-Yes, Master?" she attentively questioned. "D-D-Do you disagree with Nitocris' decision to have me be the driver?"

"Ordinarily…yeah, I would." He admitted. Alright, Ritsuka, now or never. Well, sorta. Argh, just do it! He did do it, he grabbed a hold of Scheherazade's hands as despair began to tighten its hold on her thanks to words. His actions drove it back leaving the Persian woman utterly stunned. Mouth agape, she stared at him, waiting for him to explain himself as she knew he would. "Scheherazade, if you get behind the wheel of a car, what's the first thing you'll do?"

"Check everything." She responded near robotically.

"And after that? When you start driving?" Ritsuka pressed. "How would you drive?"

"As safely as possible." It took her a full minute to put her answer in context. "Oh…oh…" Her eyes went to the sand beneath their feet. "I…I suppose that I am not the best qualified to drive in a competitive race such as the Ishtar Cup. I-I'll go to Ishtar and tell her-"

"No, you're still going to be the driver, Scheherazade." The teenager affirmed causing the woman's green eyes to widen. "Nitocris chose you to be the driver because she trusts you, and I trust you too. I know that…you're just going to need a little, well…push."

And you're doubtlessly the best person qualified to give me that. The Persian beauty thought with a jubilant smile that physically adorned her face. "I look forward to receiving it, Ritsuka."

Her voice was that of a seductress. Ritsuka had honestly been expecting it, he'd heard it dozens of times before…but dammit, being this clos to her and hearing it made resistance hard! And something else too.

"I-I-I'm h-happy t-t-to hear t-that you're so receptive to it. I-I just want to make sure that you and Nitocris win." He defended.

"And we are both immensely grateful that we are the ones to receive your patronage." Giving his hands a slight squeeze, Scheherazade leaned forward and pecked the seventeen-year-old on the cheek. They were alone for now and the mood was…well, it was impossible for her to resist doing so.

Ritsuka didn't seem to mind the kiss on the cheek, far from it actually.

"I-I-I'm happy t-t-to hear that. N-N-Now then, c-come on, let's get started!" Removing his right hand from her left, he held it out to the side. Scheherazade's ears rung with the magical incantation that left his lips. There was a shimmer in the air in front of his hand, then appeared a rolled-up rug which unfurled itself into a carpet. "Let's go for a ride then, Scheherazade!"

He'd grown adapt at the magic carpets that she was able to conjure. Given he'd learned how to ride supernatural stallions and even some Phantasmal Beasts it was no surprise. Ritsuka was rapidly becoming quite a good contender for the Rider Class; Scheherazade always felt happy to contribute to his ascension, especially with such a fine gift as a magic carpet.

Said magic carpet hovered four feet off the ground as Ritsuka climbed onto it. Where he sat on the other hand made her eyes widen in shock.

"M-Me?"

"Yeah, I told you, you're going to need that push." The teenager responded. "If you can fly with me, then you can definitely drive with Nitocris, right?"

"I…um, well…yes, I suppose."

"Good, then come on! The goal is five laps around this island in under one minute." Ritsuka declared holding up what looked like a stop watch.

"F-Fi-Five laps around the island!" Scheherazade stammered.

"You think the Ishtar Cup is going to be any easier?"

He had a point, a very good one. Ritsuka held out his hand to her; Scheherazade's heart fluttered.

"No…it won't. It will be a…heart pounding venture, one that I must…steel myself for." Upon taking his hand, Scheherazade could have sworn that the winds of heaven were caressing her entire body. The warmth flooded through her as gripped his hand; Ritsuka lifted her onto the carpet where she would take the "driver's seat". In her mind's eye, the mental controls spread out in front of her. "Five laps around the island in under one minute…it may take a couple of tries before I am successful at such a task."

"That's fine. Just as long as you keep on trying at it. Besides, we've got two more days so we've got time." Ritsuka chuckled. "I'll be there with you to help you out."

A flurry of magical particles were sparkled around the carpet, a result of Scheherazade letting her emotions affect her magecraft.

"If I…start to get a little wild, you'll hold onto me, won't you, Master?" Scheherazade questioned un a clearly seductive voice as she looked back at him.

"Yeah…of course I will." The blue-eyed teenager affirmed with his cheeks burning red. At the very least Scheherazade's cheeks were the same color as his lessening his embarrassment.

Their cheeks would remain red as they took flight, predictably going at something of a snail's pace at first. It took almost half an hour for Scheherazade to work up the willpower to go a little faster. Ritsuka was patient with her though, and for that, the storyteller was infinitely grateful as she always was. She found herself falling more in love with her Master.

What frightened Nitocris was that she wasn't sure if she was happy or disappointed that her Master and best friend hadn't had sex while she'd been watching them. Just the fact that she'd spied on them left a bit of a sour taste in her mouth. She was a pharaoh and Scheherazade was her friend-her best friend and partner! She was supposed to be beyond this!

And yet from afar she'd watched, happy and envious as the storyteller and her Master walked the beaches, laughing and smiling and kissing one another. They looked an ordinary couple, a happy couple, one that Nitocris so deeply envied.

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Ritsuka watched through the door as the Servant fled, no doubt thanks to the overwhelming nervousness consuming her. He didn't blame her for running a she might have done the same in her position.

The impulse to throw off the covers, run to the door and chase after her was strong, so strong that Ritsuka swung his legs over the bed without even realizing it. He only stopped when he realized he wouldn't know what to say to the pharaoh, then again, odds were she wouldn't quite know what to say to him either. They both would end up making fools of themselves, not that Ritsuka would mind that though. It'd happen so many times already that it'd practically become a part of their daily routine.

"Nitocris." Whispered the black-haired teenager leaning over. For an ancient, powerful figure whose existence dwarfed his own, she was surprisingly easy to read. That fact actually made Nitocris at times hate herself even more until she just accepted that for all his majesty as a pharaoh, she was still…well, she was still a person. A person with likes and dislikes, strengths and flaws.

Crushing on someone was also perfectly normal, even for Servants. Hell, he could lie back in bed and run down a list of romantic relationships and feelings he'd seen in Servants. He could do that…or he could get up and follow after the Egyptian girl who'd been standing at his door.

Not five minutes later and he was walking down the hallway toward the garage. Every team had their own in this massive palace-like lounging built for them. The only time it was quiet was in the wee hours of the morning such as this. Now was also a prime time for sabotage considering that in a few short hours the Ishtar Cup would be held. Ritsuka kept his eyes open as he followed the trail Nitocris left behind. Even if he'd chosen a team to support, he wouldn't stand for anyone being disadvantaged. Was it a chivalrous thing? Yeah. Did he have any power to actually stop anyone? Doubtful, but Ritsuka could at least try, not to mention he could just scream and shout and that'll attract attention.

Luckily for him, there wasn't a need for any of that.

Holding his hand up to the door, a mystic scanner read his palm and the locks to Team Desert Beauty's garage door opened.

"Hey," he called upon stepping in.

Nitocris immediately turned to him, surprise clearly written on her face. "R-R-Ritsuka? Y-You're up early." She declared having jumped from her bench seat.

"I can say the same for you." He playfully mused. Would you mind a little company?"

"N-No. O-Of course not Y-You're…you are sufficient company for a pharaoh." Proclaimed the female pharaoh.

They sat together before the Desert Beauty's car, a giant vaguely lamp-looking automobile that was as bizarre as it was fascinating. Of course, both knew that beyond it's odd appearance was an engine powered by the forces of ancient Egypt and the most advanced engine pats imaginable, almost quite literally. It would undoubtedly be a match for the competition.

That was if the driver and navigator were capable. Regarding the latter, there was no doubt about that; Ritsuka had spent the last two days working to ensure the former was of the same quality.

Nitocris knew rather they won or lost, they owed a great debt to Ritsuka for that. Now would have been the opportune time to thank him, but she couldn't force the words to come out of her mouth. All she did was tremble beside her Master. It was totally undignified! She was better than this! She was a pharaoh of Egypt! Sure, a lesser known one whom some historians debate even existed, but a pharaoh none the less! Not to mention she did exist! She was a real person! With pride and glory and…and…

"Nitocris," called the voice of her Master bringing a swift and gentle end to the storm raging within her.

She acknowledged that as she sighed and looked to him. Her left hand was wrapped in his right. "Thank you, Ritsuka. I…I am ashamed that this happens enough times that you've become accustomed to it."

"I've become accustomed to a lot of things, some of them good and others bad." He declared. "Everyone's got their quirks. Even pharaohs." His laughter boomed in the empty garage while she looked away with an embarrassed blush on her cheeks. This was something else that he'd gotten used to-it seemed like forty-percent of Chaldea's Servants were some shade of tsundere, especially the royals. They were fun to goad and cool down. "You're going to win, you and Scheherazade."

Gripping his hand, the purple-haired Assassin looked to Ritsuka. "We are going to win, Ritsuka. All three of us." Looking back to the Desert Beauty, Nitocris' eyes glowed as if she were channeling her Egyptian sorcery. "This treasured automobile was constructed by all three of us, gathering our hopes and wishes! It shall reign supreme over all other competition!" At the end of her passionate declaration, she realized that Ritsuka was smiling at her. Her cheeks blazed with fire, in a second, she called forth the vestige of Medjed to protect herself. It only made Ritsuka chuckle in amusement, which made Nitocris' blush all the redder beneath the white sheet.

Thankfully, the human's laughter eventually ceased leaving the two of them to wallow in the blissful morning silence. Instead of getting some sleep, they were getting…well, one could call it emotional comfort. Maybe it was somewhat more for Nitocris, who peeked out beneath her sheet to glance at Ritsuka.

"You and Scheherazade…have worked hard these last two days." She began being careful with her words. Nitocris didn't want to imply anything; Scheherazade had told her that nothing had happened between the two of them. On one hand, she believed her best friend's words…on the other hand, it was painfully clear that she was attracted to Ritsuka, and Ritsuka was in some ways attracted to her. That realization created a knot that refused to be unfastened within her. "That hard work shall help pave the way to victory, I'm sure of it."

It was now the human's turn to blush in embarrassment. "I still never get used to hearing that. Little 'ole ordinary me helping superhuman spirits have a shot at victory."

Completely throwing off her sheet, she tightened her grip on Ritsuka's hand as she turned around to face him. "Without you, Ritsuka, none of us would even be here. Without you, Ritsuka, humanity would have no future. Your presence has preserved human history and made all the struggles that we Servants had endured worth it in the end." Standing up and taking him with her, she peered up into his blue eyes. They shined through the darkness around them, turquoise blue beacons lighting up the darkness. "I, along with many others, have learned that sometimes, an ordinary man can make an extraordinary difference in the world. They may even end up being the key to saving it…and the people in it. Scheherazade would certainly agree with that second statement."

"I just…tried to give her a little push." He stated.

Giggling, Nitocris responded, "And had you not done that, I'm sure by the time the race finished, we'd only be maybe five yards or so away from the starting line. Honestly, I love her as a friend would, but she plays it too safe! Then again, given her past…I suppose it's to be expected. You had to help her overcome that fear, just as you had to help me…come to grips with myself."

"I'm glad that I'm able to keep on being of service." Ritsuka looked back at the Desert Beauty. "I know that my dad would be screaming for me to make myself useful at a time like this."

"Your father's side of the family, they have been engineers, correct?"

"Glad that you remember." He responded.

"It certainly makes your…partnership with Scheherazade and I an odd one, but such odd pairings can produce incredible results." Nitocris declared with a smile that grew bashful as she looked away. "Um, Ritsuka? Would you be…willing to indulge in another…ancient habit?"

"What kind of habit are we talking?"

"J-J-Just follow me!"

He did follow her, quietly snickering to himself all the while. It was like continuously stroking a flame, it lit up her cheeks like a pair of light houses. Not even the early morning wind could smother them, they only seemed to feed them.

The sun had yet to rise above the tropical island-based Singularity, yet one could already see the signs of a new day. There were streaks of light beginning to turn the sky orange and red, a precursor to the sunrise. There was something mystical about the darkness-covered world moments away from being illuminated.

"In just about twenty-five minutes, Ra will have completed his journey across the sun." Nitocris whispered as she sat down on her knees facing the horizon. The sand felt cool yet warm beneath her knees. Ritsuka silently joined her. "Ritsuka…if it's not too much trouble, would you pray with me? Pray for our victory?"

"Sure, Nitocris."

She'd told him a half-truth. Nitocris wasn't just praying for Team Desert Beauty's victory, she was praying that she would be able to confess her feelings to him. They were going to need to come out eventually, but Nitocris was also afraid of that eventual confession. If she did confess, where would that leave Scheherazade? She too had similar romantic feelings for their Master, and they were best friends so…

Nitocris shuddered as she recalled stories of how love had driven a wedge between friends, sometimes quite fatally. From the bottom of her heart, she wanted to avoid that fate befalling her and Scheherazade, and Ritsuka. Knowing him, he'd never be able to live with himself for driving a wedge between the two of them. It would eat at him for the rest of his mortal life.

As she stared at the first rays of dawn, Nitocris heard a voice.

Well meaning but foolish girl, have you forgotten? The boy has his right to be called a king…and why should a king limit himself to merely one lover? For that matter…would you be so against sharing him as pharaohs are known to possess multiple lovers?

Her hands dropped from their prayer position, Ritsuka took notice and asked her if she was alright, but Nitocris didn't hear him. She was gazing straight ahead at the horizon where she heard the mysterious voice, no doubt the voice of a god. Had her prayer been answered?

Finally turning around and looking at Ritsuka's concerned face, Nitocris realized that it had been.

"I'm…I'm…I'm fine, Ritsuka. Better than fine." She answered in response to his concerned questioning. "Um, R-Ritsuka, if it's not too much trouble…could we…stay here and watch the sunset? Together?"

His cheeks flushed red as he looked back to the horizon. "S-S-Sure, I-I mean, a view like this? It'd be a shame to miss it."

She practically threw herself against his side. "Yes, it would." Scheherazade, I ask of you to be patient, please. And I hope you'll understand…what we shall have will be an equal sharing of him. After all… The pharaoh's eyes briefly glanced down at the human's lower waist. I'm…sure there's enough of him to go around for both of us.

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The air was heavy with anticipation and the nonstop shouting of a packed audience. Normally, Ritsuka would have been contributing to it, but a combination of anxiety and excitement had sealed his mouth shut; his fists on the other hand were tightening to the point his knuckles were turning white. It wasn't like he was alone in that feeling, but he was thinking about more than just who was going to win the race as it entered its last stretch.

As anyone with half a brain could have predicted, it'd been an absolutely insane race across the island singularity filled with obstacle courses ranging from drop bits, ramp jumps to mystical crushing rocks, Monstrous Beasts capable of crushing tanks like straws, magical portals, mystic boost plates, and of course, actual fighting between the racers. It was inevitable since every car had been built to not only take heavy punishment, but dish it out to some extent as well. Though every car had their limit.

For what it was worth, Team Demon King had gone out in a spectacular blaze of glory, something that Nobunaga surely would have been happy about…though not happy enough to ignore the fact that she'd been eliminated from the race first. Next had came Team "Preface of Public Decency and Monk Sanzang" (Ritsuka seriously wondered what was running through the girls' minds when they thought of these team names) finding themselves buried in a mountain of sand. He immediately looked away as not to stare at Xuanzang's flaying butt.

Team Electric Steam had ironically…ran out of steam thanks to Nitocris' magecraft. It was quite funny to see the infamous Napoleon of Crime drop to his knees and curse the powers of sorcery; it'd been even funnier to see Nitocris proudly boast how "Egyptian magecraft is the best in the world!"…then be knocked on her backside as Scheherazade made a sudden turn to avoid an energy bolt from Team Satisfaction HTE. As they gained on Team Desert Beauty, the famed Storyteller of the Arabian Nights pulled a move that none would have expected.

Helena's common sense kicked in as she saw Scheherazade suddenly threw her car into hers. The scientist's eyes widen as she instinctively called up a forcefield to protect her and Edison.

"Nitocris, now! Drain them of their power!" The teenager heard her shout. The pharaoh was just a surprised as him, but obeyed her driver's command none the less. An Egyptian hieroglyph manifested above the Desert Beauty, it glowed azure blue then began to drain all the power from the force field, then Team Satisfaction's car itself. The next thing anyone knew, the lamp-like car was jetting ahead, leaving it's severely depowered scientific counterpart lagging behind. Ritsuka remembered how he shot to his feet and pumped his fists in proud victory at the surprise move. Everyone else was rightfully studied that the Caster of the Nightless City had pulled such a daring maneuver.

Such maneuvers continued, some coming from Nitocris herself until it was Teams Desert Beauty and Tyrannical Shooting Star neck and neck for the lead.

Ritsuka wanted the former to win from the bottom of his heart…but in his heart also trembled fear. Regardless of if they won or loss, he'd be proud of both Nitocris and Scheherazade. If they won though, there'd of course be a victory celebration. That would be the perfect time to confess…to someone. Ritsuka's mind swirled with thoughts of Scheherazade and Nitocris, both of whom were the most beautiful women he'd ever seen. Throughout their stay in this Singularity, he'd caught glimpses of Nitocris'…ahem, other swimsuit. In her one piece, she looked cute, but when she went through Ascension into her final form…his jaw dropped as he remembered how the sun itself had shined on her as she removed the shawl. Of course, Scheherazade was just as beautiful.

Day by day, especially as he worked with the two of them, Ritsuka realized he'd become smitten with both dark-skinned beauties. His intuition told him that both of them felt the same regarding him.

You could always…you know. A voice in his head challenged. It was growing stronger by the minute, louder and more convincing. They DO like you…and if they really like you and care about you…

But I'm…me. I'm not royalty! I'm not anything! I'm-

"-VICTORY! IT'S TEAM DESERT BEAUTY'S VICTORY! THE FIRST VICTORS OF THE IHTAR CUP!" Shouted the Mesopotamian goddess of war.

"H-Huh? What?" Ritsuka stammered.

"Your girls just won, genius! What a time to space out!" Robin shouted in his ear. An arm was thrown around his shoulder. "Gotta say, Master, you're one lucky guy."

"H-Huh? O-Oh, r-r-right. T-That's great!"

"Yeah it is…now get down there." The Archer declared. "They're going to be waiting for you."

Indeed, they were waiting for him. After Nitocris and Scheherazade finished hugging the living daylights out of each other, they turned to the stands, their eyes zeroing in on Ritsuka. Tears fell down their eyes as they smiled and waved at him. Naturally, he waved back, immensely proud of the two dark-skinned beauties. Ritsuka felt a near magnetic pull toward both of them; he let it guide him.

Luckily for him, the crowd parted ways for him. In what seemed like a few heartbeats, he was standing on stage directly across from the two Servants. They were waiting for him.

"We told you, if we won, it'd be because of you." Scheherazade declared with an inventing smile.

"Damn, now I'm really wishing I snatched you up for myself."

"Ah!" The teenager screamed, whipping his head to the side to find the name bearing of the Ishtar Cup standing beside him, holding the competition's trophy. "You know, I feel like I should have seen that one coming."

"Hey, I'm the Assassin here!" Nitocris shouted.

"Hm, yes, but I'm the one who has the actual credentials for it. Anyways, congrats, Scheherazade, Nitocris! You two are the victors of the first Ishtar Cup! I gotta say, you two were something of the dark horse, hehe, no pun intended." In the audience below, Raiko gave a slight giggle as did several others. "But you managed to do it, you won this wild race and now…" Grinning at the two desert-dwelling ladies, Ishtar bumped her hips against Ritsuka's. The move caught him, and the girls, off guard. Cat calls and whistles rolled across the audience as the teenager's cheeks lit up. "Victory is yours, and rightfully earned."

"Indeed…it is." Nitocris said giving the goddess a short glare. Putting on a professional air, she stood beside Scheherazade and accepted the golden gem-encrusted trophy. It glowed with a truly divine aura as it entered the pharaoh's hands. Scheherazade moved to the other side of it, smiling as she wrapped her fingers around it. "But we owe our victory to a certain someone."

"Yes, we do." Scheherazade clarified looking out to the gathered audience. "Our victory here came thanks to one person, a very special someone whom we both deeply cherish and respect. This person…has been something of a savior to the both of us."

"He is our savior, our inspiration, our comrade, our Master," The pharaoh briefly turned, smiling at Scheherazade who smiled back at her. "Our beloved king whom we would do anything for and will stand beside. He is the one who you could say brought life to once barren deserts."

Gripping the trophy, the two Servants turned in unison to the stunned teenager across from them. "He is Ritsuka Fujimaru, our king and our love."

A roar of applause went up from the crowd only to quickly die down as all attention went to the aforenamed teenager. "Our love," his mind repeated again and again as the seconds ticked by.

Did they seriously… Ritsuka's legs began to move before the thought had finished completely forming in his head. By the time he consciously realized what was happening, he was standing in front of Nitocris and Scheherazade. The two gently pushed the trophy into his hands. "You two," he started.

"Talk before we got to the starting line." Nitocris declared.

"We decided that we would win, not just for ourselves, but for you as well." Scheherazade continued. "As we said, you are our king and our love…one that we'll both proudly love and serve for the rest of our lives."

Mere seconds after being given the trophy, Ritsuka found himself being given something else. Nitocris kissed his left cheek and Scheherazade kissed his right, both ladies shot their hands out to grab the racing trophy; if they hadn't it'd have slipped from his hands.

It felt like the entire island was shaking with the thunderous applause. Ritsuka could just barely hear it though, his focus was on the two ladies currently kissing his cheek. They seemed to do so until they ran out of breathable air; the warmth of their lips lingered on his cheeks.

"Just be a little patient, Master." Scheherazade whispered into his right ear.

"Once we're finished here, we'll take you away to some place special where we can celebrate our victory." Nitocris declared. "Just be a little patient."

The tiny voice that had been whispering to him cackled in smug victory; it had every right to. "I can, and so can you two, hopefully."

Laughing at the bold proclamation of their Master, Scheherazade and Nitocris took back the trophy and raised it high, much to the approval of the audience. It was indeed their victory, a victory in competition and a victory in love, both of which they were extremely proud of. They were going to enjoy both sides of their victory very much.

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Things had quieted down just a little bit after the Ishtar Cup came to a close; just a little though. While the racers were somewhat winded (or almost all of them), everyone else was still pumping with excitement. There was talk about another Ishtar Cup, one potentially happening the next day before the Singularity closed. Others went off to do their own activities.

Team Desert Beauty and their patron were amongst the latter. They had their own victory plans, and that included a nice little getaway from the crowd.

Ritsuka was impossibly grateful for that as it'd led to an amazing afternoon with the two dark-skinned ladies. Nitocris had replaced her one-piece for her far sexier and more alluring two-piece with her shawl. She was a royal counterpart to Scheherazade, who wore a slight refined version of her usual outfit. Together, they walked side by side with their Master down the beach.

Needless to say, the seventeen-year-old was practically living the drama spending an afternoon alongside two gorgeous ladies who continuously snuggled up to him. Ritsuka was glad that both Scheherazade and Nitocris were so openly affectionate with him, it kept him blushing nonstop. They were blushing as well. He magnified their blushes whenever they reminded them that they were now racing champions, racing queens.

Ritsuka could picture his family cheering him on as he sweet talked the two mystical sorceresses. It wasn't like he was any sort of expert at it, Ritsuka was just going with the flow as best he could, and that was turning out to be the best course of action. Who knew?

Scheherazade and Nitocris certainly weren't expecting things to turn out this way, but they were undeniably happy that it had.

"So…you two…talked about this before the race?" The human finally asked after three hours of fun in the sun.

"Yes, we did. We figured that if we won…we would both naturally go to you." Scheherazade first answered. "We both had developed feelings for you, Ritsuka. You're such an incredible young man that we…"

"For a man such as yourself…going to war would be a plausible option." Nitocris boasted. Ritsuka's face fell as he stared at her with an apologetic frown. "B-B-But we decided on a different route! B-B-Both Scheherazade and I value our friendship with each other, a-a-and we knew that you never would have approved of such a thing!" The jackal-eared girl quickly defended. His grown changed into a hearty smile as he let his amusement show. His amusement and Scheherazade's. "S-So we arrived at this happy third option."

"We know that…social norms have changed in the modern world, namely that polygamy is no longer widely accepted, but…" Scheherazade raised his right hand up while Nitocris took his left.

"We're hoping that you…could perhaps make an exception for us? Please?" The ancient monarch pleaded.

"…I never thought that I'd get lucky enough to win the heart of one girl as amazing as either of you. For both of you to feel that way about me, and choose to…share me." A flutter danced through his heart at the statement. "Like I told you two…I'm…not really anything special, not special enough to warrant any serious romantic affection from either of you two, but that's how I've started to feel about both of you. Nitocris, Scheherazade, I'm just an ordinary guy…but I promise to give both of you all the love that I can! I'll find some way to make it work!"

"And so shall we!" Both Servants happily declared, throwing themselves into him, thus sending the teenager thumbling onto his backside. They were close enough to the shore that they were all doused by an oncoming wave. All three of them ended up splashed with water.

Laughter encircled the three as the wave rolled back. Nitocris and Scheherazade sat up atop of Ritsuka, water dripping from their bodies. His body responded even though he tried hard to stop it from doing so.

The desert-dwelling beauties looked down at the tent in-between their Master's legs and smiled.

"You've been quite patient, Ritsuka." Nitocris whispered.

"And you've been so good to us." Scheherazade continued leaning in close to Ritsuka's ear. "You've earned this."

Taking his hands, the two raised him up and guided him further away from the water. They were only several yards from the water, close enough that they still had a spectacular view of the setting sun. Ritsuka sat between Nitocris and Scheherazade in watching it. Truly, it's splendor was something to behold, especially as both ladies leaned against his shoulders. It was relaxing to say the least, yet it felt like the gradual build up to something.

Ritsuka knew what that something was. Oddly enough, he was content to let it come to him rather than grab it. Again, his patience paid off.

Slowly, he found himself pushed onto his backside, staring straight up at the blue sky, at least for a little bit. Ritsuka looked down to see Nitocris and Scheherazade, their gorgeous dark-colored skin illuminated by the sunset behind them. His heart began a fierce and frantic beating as he looked between the two. He knew what was about to happen next, and so did they; all three of them eagerly anticipated it.

"You are an incredible man, Ritsuka. Let your valor now be rewarded." Scheherazade proclaimed with a flutter of her eyes that sent his racing heart into overdrive.

"And we promise you," Nitocris said. "The rewards for your victories will be great indeed."

"…As will yours, ladies." The human boldly proclaimed, feeling courage and excitement coursing through him like red-hot lava.

Seeing the look between the two Servants, Ritsuka was able to tell who was going to go first. It wasn't that hard of a guess to be honest. A gleeful smile spread along his face, his expression mirrored in Scheherazade as she crawled forward, her green eyes cackling with joy and desire. Their lips smashed together in a loving embrace right in front of Nitocris, who seemed less uneased and more happy at the lip lock. It was probably the first time that she'd seen them kiss and not felt a sense of envy at them, instead, she felt only…more riled up. Speaking of which, she could see that as her Master and his Persian lover finally indulged themselves, their bursting arousal intensified. It'd only been little more than an hour since the "victory kiss" that they'd shared at the finish line, and yet Ritsuka and Scheherazade were going at it like they hadn't been intimate with each other for weeks. It could be argued that it was instead a testament to the deep love that they felt for one another.

Scheherazade remained on top, her mythic, beautiful body sensually grinding against that of her lover's. His arms graciously moved across her backside, his fingers caressing her exposed skin. Moving down to her buttocks, he gave a squeeze that caused the green-eyed beauty to pull away and moan. Ritsuka grinned, her lustful voice music to his ears. He continued to gently grip and squeeze her posterior, practically massaging it. Scheherazade enjoyed every second of it, her face saying such as she leered down at him with a lustful smile. Eyes flashing with desire, the Japanese teenager reached up and kissed her, violently invading her mouth with his tongue. She welcomed his intrusion, just as she welcomed his aggressive palming of her ass, it did belong to him after all. As did her mouth which he was reassorting dominance over, and her pussy which trembled with moist excitement as she came under the loving care of the man she loved.

They sat upright; Scheherazade being held in the boy's arms while she straddled him. Opening one leery eye, she saw the blazing red face of her best friend and chuckled during the brief break for air. Swerving her gaze back to Ritsuka, she silently communicated a message to him. He grinned as he received it and chose to indulge in her little plan.

Nitocris felt her heart slam hard against her chest as she watched the human aggressively rocket his hips forward. Were it not for his swim trunks and Scheherazade's dress, she knew she would have witnessed the former's cock thrusting deeply into the latter's pussy. Her own vagina quivered in erotic glee at the imagery, sinful as it was. Perhaps it was also her imagining the mortal's penis penetrating her as she'd done several times. Those lustful fantasies were stronger than ever as she watched Ritsuka hump Scheherazade; she now had something very real to base her imagine spots on. She also discovered that those imagine spots measured up to the real thing.

Heat accumulated in her vagina as it was no doubt amassing within the Persian's, probably at greater speeds and at greater intensity. Though clothed, she could no doubt feel Ritsuka's member poking against her. Scheherazade's mind was also spinning with thoughts of being penetrated by her Master's cock. She was at least happy that he was shirtless as Scheherazade could run her fingers across his back. One periocular thrust caused her nails to dig into his back causing him to groan. His cock twitched and his groan made her pussy shake in ecstasy. A small spurt of pre-cum was staining her undies. The Persian Caster wanted nothing more than to remove their undergarments, and she would have if Ritsuka hadn't broke away from her and latched his hands onto her boobs.

"Aaaaaaaahhh! Y-Yes, t-t-that's it, message them. Grope them, d-d-do whatever you please to my mounds, Ritsuka. I…I know you've fantasized about them. All men do, they're-"

"Incredible." He finished for her, seemingly utterly memorized by the twin globes. Then he wasn't. Looking like he'd been struck by lightning, he turned his head to the side where he saw Nitocris still watching them. His cheeks were already blushing red, but they burned brighter as he looked down and spotted her right fingers dipped beneath her bikini bottom. Ritsuka's trained nose caught the undeniable scent of pre-cum, just as he could smell it coming from in-between Scheherazade's legs. The pharaoh's eyes met Ritsuka's. "N-N-Nitocris, I-I, um, I…" Embarrassment overriding his lust, he yanked his hands away from Scheherazade's boobs. The black-haired Caster let out a disappointed moan at the loss of contact against her boobs. "I'm sorry! I didn't mean to-"

"You have nothing to be sorry about, Ritsuka. The fact of the matter is, Scheherazade's boobs are just bigger than mine. It's one of her selling points. After all…" With a lustful smile, she looked down to her friend, who smiled back at her in a similar manner. "A good whore needs a body that all men will crave. That said…" Gently, she pushed down on his lips with her fingers. Through the slightly opening she made, she slid them in; Ritsuka flicked his tongue against her fingertips and his eyes widened. Smiling, Nitocris allowing him to suckle more of her fingers, and her juices. Ritsuka's attention was utterly hooked on her hand.

Scheherazade watched the finger sucking with an amorous smile. Normally, a woman in her position would have been annoyed at best or angry at most that her man's attention had been diverted from her. Ritsuka wasn't just her man though, he was also Nitocris. He was going to be theirs. Nitocris also deserved some loving attention and she was finally getting it. Scheherazade was more than happy to watch; she got as much pleasure from watching sex as she did in partaking in it. Her fingers reached down and dipped below her leotard and undies where they found her wet pussy. Just like her best friend, she started fingering herself in erotic enjoyment of the sensual act unfolding near right on top of her.

Once he'd sucked her fingers clean, Ritsuka turned his attention to Nitocris' mouth. She eagerly kissed him back; he could practically taste the hunger on her lips as they made out. The Assassin's hands moved up his shoulders to around his neck. She practically threw herself against him while he was still straddling Scheherazade. The caster's pussy continuously twitched as it bore the brunt of the pressure of the teenager's shaking hips. That alone was already cum-inducing, but the added feel of her fingers sent into steaming acceleration which was capped off by the sight of her best friend and their shared lover making out. Just like the two of them, they were really getting into it. Scheherazade saw the movement of their tongues in and out of each other's mouths.

Ritsuka moved his arms around the Assassin's slender waist. Though Scheherazade's was certainly shapely and impressive, Nitocris' body had appeals of its own. He'd always been attracted to her slender build which he felt he could lift up into his arms and swing about. He'd done that three times before, the latest being after they'd won the race. It felt so good having her body pressed up against hers just as it did having Scheherazade's. Ritsuka had longed for both and he had them back. Better yet, he was kissing Nitocris as he'd done before, but with much more passion; this time, they were both letting their feelings show without any repercussions or anxiety.

Minutes seemingly turned into hours during which the Japanese teen and the Egyptian didn't break their stride. For a while Scheherazade had been content to watch, but as time dragged on, she felt a hunger that she knew had to be satisfied. She wanted a piece of the action for herself. Sucking in a breath, she lifted her upper body, removing her hand from her loins. Her suddenly movement didn't go unnoticed by Ritsuka, who up until them seemed utterly consumed the occupations of kissing Nitocris. He separated from her and looked to Scheherazade. His eyes flashed with hunger that was reflected in Scheherazade's green eyes.

Nitocris didn't mind that she was back to watching her lover and her best friend make out. She only wished that Scheherazade had fingered herself with her right hand so that she could suckle her fingers the same way-

"Ahh!" It was totally unexpected, something that should have nipped at her since Nitocris was the Assassin here. Biting her trembling lip, she looked down at her waist where she found Scheherazade's right hand had slid beneath her undies to finger her. She threw back her head and moaned, her jackal ears twitching in sexual excitement at the move. Though she wasn't kissing Ritsuka, she was still getting her fill of action. "S-S-Schehe…oh, my darling…right there. Yessss, right there." She was oh so happy to feel the Caster's skilled hands working on her. "Aaaaaaahhhh."

The pharaoh's moans of lust helped spurn the Master and the storyteller onward in their own intimate activities. It was a sweet symphony by which they were able to dance with their tongues. When it came time for them to break apart, Scheherazade raised her cum-soaked fingers for Ritsuka to suck dry as he had done with Nitocris. Like with her, he moaned in delight at the taste. He was able to taste her juices and apparently was quite taken with them, just as he was with Nitocris'. Ritsuka's eyes suddenly flashed as an idea popped into his head.

He reached out to Scheherazade with his right hand while looping his left around Nitocris. Both Servants went wide-eyed as they realized what he was attempting to do; they promptly grinned as they went headlong with it, almost literally. Open-mouthed, they both collided with Ritsuka's mouth at practically the exact same time, his tongue shot out to meet whoever would claim it first. That ended up being Nitocris with Scheherazade quickly following behind her. A lewd three-way kiss ensued between the Japanese teenager and the two dark-skinned ladies who'd became smitten with him, and him them. Their moans rose up into the evening sky. Each of the three affectionately turned their heads and flicked their lips against one or both of the other members of the trio. It was a gloriously messy lip lock unfolding between a boy of the present and a pair from the past. What tied them all together was the love that they shared for each other.

It was an extremely provocative sight, one that would have caused a scandal. For Ritsuka and Nitocris, they'd have died of embarrassment at the thought of performing such a sensually act, but that part of them was swept away by the waves. Scheherazade quietly congratulated herself on getting them to this point. She suspected that they had it in them, all they needed was just a little push; the Dead Heat Summer Race had been that unexpected push.

Their bodies were throbbing with lustful heat which was growing by the second. Each second was spent feeding the heat within the three of them. Three pools of magma were smearing, building to a simultaneous eruption that would echo across the entire beach. The three longed for that moment yet enjoyed the journey toward it, together.

All of them could feel their bodies tightening as they continued to kiss and even occasionally grope each other. Scheherazade's hands wondered to the waists of her two lovers as did Ritsuka's and Nitocris'. They were all closer to each other than they ever thought they would be.

I'm really doing this, I'm really making out with two beautiful exotic women…who both love me. Whimsically thought the seventeen-year-old. He could feel an orgasm building up within him, his member threatening to release in his swim trunks. Ritsuka was fine with that. From the second that Nitocris and Scheherazade proclaimed their feelings for him, he knew he was going to be losing his clothes. He did feel a little bit of shyness in how the two would react to his full naked body. Specifically, one question gnawed at his mind-would they think he was…big enough?

Suddenly, the question was brought to the forefront, and answered.

One minute Ritsuka was making out with both of the dark-skinned beauties and the next he was lying on his back, staring down at both of them. For a second, he looked into both of their eyes, emerald green and shining amethyst purple. They both shimmered with loving affection focused on him; Ritsuka felt their hands on his waistband. His eyes widened as they realized what they were about to do. Heart pounding, he watched as they pulled down his swim trunks just enough to let his cock pop out. Within seconds, Nitocris and Scheherazade attached their lips to his penis.

"AAAAAAHHH!" Ritsuka's eyes nearly popped out of his skull, and his heart practically exploded. HOLY SSSSHIIIIIT!

"Mmmmmmmmhhhh!" Moaned the two Servants filling up their Master and lover's member. It tasted so good, so hard and…masculine. They licked up the pre-cum that had begun to run down his length, then they tasted the full thing as his cock orgasmed. Nitocris and Scheherazade leaned back and opened their mouths, graciously accepting the white torrent that rained down upon them. It was just as they wanted, as they'd been hungering for. For Scheherazade, it was a welcome return, and a pleasant change; Nitocris' senses opened up and her heart sang as she tasted cum for the first time in her life. The taste of Ritsuka's cum caused both women's pussies to tingle in erotic pleasure. Ritsuka's orgasm was a near trigger to their own.

Ritsuka almost felt like crying in joy as he lay there in the sand, arms spread out and his breathing elevated. Every breath brought forth a rush of air into him, then it was expunged outward, a repeated cycle that eliminated the concept of time from his perspective. He stared straight up the evening sky, his eyes fluttering open and shut. Ritsuka felt like he should have moved, but he couldn't bring it in himself to do, he didn't want to. The fact that his cock was being repeatedly licked certainly didn't help, or perhaps it did. He groaned at the nonstop pleasurable sensations coming from his waist. Ritsuka knew exactly what was going on, but didn't move a muscle. To see his cock being blown by two gorgeous women or feel it, what a debacle.

Ultimately, he chose both. After gathering his strength, the teenager lifted his head to look down at the sight that would forever remain in his mind and heart. He knew he'd always remember the situation-his penis being sandwiched between the mouths of two dark-skinned beauties. They affectionately licked. His cum colored their faces and the tops of their head; Ritsuka's cheeked flush bright red as he realized he'd "marked" the two ladies in a sense. His fast-growing lust sparked the idea of the two cleaning the cum off of each other's faces Would they be up for something like that? Ritsuka had a sneaking suspicion they might, but first they were going to get their fill of his cock. He was more than happy to let them do so.

It's been too long. Scheherazade mentally murmured. By her own admission, she was a whore who'd gladly sell herself to survive, but when it came to someone whom she genuinely liked, no, loved. It'd been so long since that had happened she'd almost forgotten it. Though she'd had her "happy ending" it hadn't came without stress and trauma that at times still gnawed at her. With Ritsuka, there was none of that, only a sense of comfort and care that made her forget all the pain that the world could bring.

So…this is what a man's cock and cum taste like. It's…amazing. All of this was a first for Nitocris. Unlike her partner, she'd…ever been with a man before, though there had certainly efforts made. Hell, she'd heard talk of certain…gatherings that had admittedly tempted her, but her pride as a pharaoh kept her from attending them. Now, here she was practically in the midst of such gatherings. And needless to say, she was enjoying herself, immensely. From the moment she saw Ritsuka's seven-inch penis, she knew she had to touch it-with her tongue, her lips, her hands, any part of her body. His resulting howl of pleasure as he came and splashed her and Scheherazade with his juices only deepened that drive. Tasting his cum and licking it up filled her taste buds with a wondrous sensation that she couldn't put into words. Nitocris knew she had to have more of him, and she would have him alongside her Persian friend.

Together, they licked their Master's member clean of cum, then covered it in their own respective saliva. He moaned in blissful encouragement of their activities, sometimes encouraging them. Those encouragements were music to the girls' ears and caused them to more eagerly licking up his member. Eventually though, one of them decided to go a little further. Scheherazade moved to the tip of Ritsuka's cock and took it into her mouth. Ritsuka buried his head deeper in the sand and gasped at the erotic action.

"S-S-Schehe…S-Schehe…o-oh man….t-t-this is…this is fucking incredible." The teenager gasped once more feeling his heart beginning to race. Would it explode before they were even finished? Before he'd even gotten the chance to put his dick in either of them? Ritsuka's eyes widened at the thought. That's…actually a real possibility by this point. He realized. As if responding to his fast-forming thoughts, his cock twitched and spurted a bit of cum; it went directly into Scheherazade's mouth causing her to moan in delight. Not one to be idle, Nitocris moved down to the middle of his cock and his balls. She began to massage and lick them as if she were a pro at it. Ritsuka's head fell deeper into the sand as he howled to the sky. "This is…the best."

"Of course it's the best, Master! You're being tended to by two of the most beautiful women in all of Chaldea!" The Egyptian pharaoh proudly proclaimed while still massaging his balls.

"We promise to make sure you feel this way every day, even to the point of doing to you every morning." The Caster chirped, momentarily breaking away from his member. She said it with a sweet smile, yet Ritsuka suspected that if he asked for it, Scheherazade and Nitocris really would blow him every morning.

The thought was so sexually arousing that he thought about okaying it right then and there. "A-A-As awesome a-as that would be…m-m-maybe…c-c-cuddling…w-w-would be f-for the best." He knew perfectly well that he would wake up to some mornings with the two chocolate buddies servicing him, birthdays anniversaries, and holidays in particular came to mind. He had more reason to look forward to them than he already did.

"Cuddling," Scheherazade repeated while pumping his cock alongside Nitocris. The pharaoh looked up at her, a silent conversation playing out between them. Ritsuka had laid his head back to enjoy the pleasurable service. It was a good thing that he was temporarily lost in the pleasure as it gave the two women a chance to private chat. Their chat concluded with a mutual grin.

Ritsuka looked up when he felt the withdrawal of both of his Servant lovers. Curiously, he looked between the two of them trying to read the expressions on their faces. They merely smiled at him while their hands went to their chests. His eyes understandably widen as he realized what they had in store for him. Rather than his lips, his body-his cock-cheered in eager anticipation.

Giggling at the twitching member, both ladies pushed their tops aside allowing their chocolate mounds to burst forth. Ritsuka's jaw clenched shut at the glorious mounds that would soon be smothering him and that he would have free access to in the future. He was being blessed, he knew that for sure.

Naturally, Scheherazade's were huge, watermelons attached to a human body. Any man who looked at them would be transfixed, and that was while they were covered by her dress; naked like this? Within touching distance? It was enough that he could almost feel himself beginning to drool at the sight of them. Just looking at them was enough to make him want to reach forward and grope them. Scheherazade looked at him and smiled, subtly pushing her breasts forward. Ritsuka's member throbbed and he bit his lip even harder. He would have liked nothing better than to jump her and take her, which she would have gone along with, welcomed even, but she wasn't the only one revealing herself for him. Sucking in air through his nostrils, he looked to his left where the last pharaoh of Egypt's Sixth Dynasty.

Nitocris' body was the near opposite of Scheherazade's. Slender yet appealing, possessing a regal air with a hint of mysticism as benefiting of an ancient monarch. Her jackal ears twitched in anticipation and embarrassment as she did her best to present herself before her Japanese lover. She was well aware that her breasts were nowhere near as large as Scheherazade's, her figure was less…womanly one might say. Ritsuka wouldn't say that though. She possessed a feminine beauty that he'd always been attracted to; that attraction was shown on his face and represented in his still-throbbing cock.

"You're beautiful, Nitocris." He whispered to her. Her cheeks blushed bright red and her ears twitched.

"I don't think I'll ever get tired of hearing you say that, Master." She shyly responded.

"Hey, it's true. You are beautiful…and so are you, Scheherazade. I'll tell you both that as many times as either of you want to hear it." Ritsuka declared with heartfelt admiration in his eyes. It shined as he looked between both of the ladies. They fitting blushed at his statement, especially since they knew it was coming from the heart.

"We truly are lucky women, aren't we, Nitocris?" Scheherazade affectionately whispered.

"Yes, we are." Affirmed the Egyptian Servant. Her gaze flickered back to Ritsuka while her hand slowly moved to his member. It twitched in her soft grip. Scheherazade moved in next, wrapping her fingers around it and thus interlocking them with Nitocris'. "And Ritsuka, you are one very lucky man."

"Aaaahhhh…aaaaaahhhh! Ooooooohhhhh!" Cried the teenager filling his member being pumped by not one but two sets of gentle hands. Again, he felt like hie eyes were going to fly clean out of their sockets as the euphoria quickly consumed him from head to toe. Speaking of which, he toes curled so hard it felt almost like they were trying to retract into his foot. Suddenly, they unfurled outward as his body arched upward, pushing his cock through the pair's fingers. "N-N-N-Nitocris…S-S-Sche-Scheherazade!" They were working in perfect tandem, as one might have expected from best friends and partners. The latter clearly had more experience, which the shorter woman used as a guidepost while using whatever natural talent she had. Together, they were giving Ritsuka Fujimaru the experience of a lifetime. The best part was undoubtedly that they were just getting started as evident when they pulled their hands away. They moved them to their breasts.

Grinning at him, the two Servant moved in, sandwiching his cock between their chests.

"OOOOOOHHHHH!" It was the loudest howl he'd given thus far, one that he was sure could be heard all across the beach. "YESSSS!" He didn't hide how pleased he was at the dual titfuck, it was impossible to hide his joy.

"We've got him." Scheherazade said in a wink to Nitocris. Both ladies giggled, then turned their full attention to their Master's cock. His seven-inch mast was theirs to tend to and they would carry the duty out from now to the end of their days, that was their duty as Ritsuka's girlfriends, as his women. Grinning, they pumped his cock using their mounds, smothering it in their fleshy heat. Ritsuka continued to scream and shout as the pleasure battered him like the winds of a storm. Scheherazade leaned forward and gently kicked his tip, which just barely poked out above their joint mounds. Their Master's scream grew louder from the short but sweet lick. Shooting Nitocris' a glance, the pharaoh followed her lead and licked Ritsuka's tip as well. Expectedly, the black-haired teenager howled again, just as loud. Before this evening was over, it was possible that they'd blow out his voice.

Nitocris believed if that came to pass, she could heal him, and maybe restore his energy so they could go again. Titty fucking him filled her mind with nonstop amorous ideas of what they could do in the future. Normally, she'd reject such lewd thoughts believing they were unbecoming of a pharaoh of Egypt. That title and identity was now buried beneath one more recent one, one that she dare say took a little more pride in-a lover of Ritsuka Fujimaru. She would always tend to his carnal yearnings, always.

That same resolution burned within Scheherazade. There were so many things she'd been wanting to do to Ritsuka, so many things she wanted him to experience. He was still young, in body and in some experiences. It just didn't sit right with her for one so young and dashing as him to pass from this world without knowing the pleasures of the flesh, pleasures that she prided herself in being able to give. She gave them to him alongside her best friend. All of her carnal wisdom would be put into pleasuring him, into making him feel as loved as he made them feel. Ritsuka deserved that and so much more; Scheherazade would give him all that she could alongside Ritsuka.

Oooooooohhhhh…ooooooohhhh! I-I…I can't believe…this is…seriously happening! It's…so fucking awesome! Even in his mind, speaking was hard. Every fiber of his body was being overtaken by the sensual euphoria Scheherazade and Nitocris were visiting upon him. It was incredible how he hadn't completely melted away into a pile of pure bliss, but he was certainly getting there. Ritsuka could feel the ecstasy building up within him, his body tightening as the makings of an orgasm built up within him. He was going to cum, and it was going to be a massive load, bigger than the last. Ritsuka knew it was going to be probably the biggest orgasm that he'd ever had. In struggling to lift his head, he felt it quickened as he stared at the sight of Nitocris and Scheherazade pumping his erect penis. "Aaaaaaaaahhhhh…" He verbally moaned, unable to say anything else.

They could hear his continuous pants and it was like sweet music to the pair's ears. Nitocris grinned at Scheherazade, who grinned back at her. There was a tinge of pride in her smile, the smile of an older sister to her younger sister. Yes, that's what they'd come to see each other as. When it came such sexually activities such as this, Scheherazade was clearly the older one by experience. Nitocris was learning as she went along, and her progress earned her the storyteller's approval. Together, they continued to pump their Master and lover's mast. They knew that he was building up to an orgasm. Even when it came, they resolved that they wouldn't stop, not until they felt they couldn't move their chests anymore.

"OOOOOOOOHHH! SCHEHERAZADE! NITOCRIS! I CA FEEL IT! I'M GOING TO…I'M GOING TO…!" Cried the human teenager.

"DO IT, RITSUKA!" Nitocris shouted, her violet eyes near glowing. "CUM OVER US AGAIN! SPRAY US WITH YOUR LOVE NECTAR!"

"WE'LL DRINK EVERY LOST DROP! WE'LL SAVOR EVERY LAST DROP, DARLING!" The Persian Servant shouted in affirmation of her partner. "YOUR CUM IS SO DELICIOUS, RITSUKA! GIVE US MORE OF IT, DROWN US IN IT!"

Had she read his mind or was it that obvious? Either way, Ritsuka thought of his cock blasted the two Servants, covering their faces and chests with his masculine essence. It was a lewd fantasy that he believed would always remain that-a fantasy never to be made real. Oh, it was happening, and he was damn well going to enjoy every second of it.

"AAAAAAAAAHHHH!"

As the Caster and Assassin had wanted, their Master's cock erupted for a second time, white semen spewing from his tip. For a moment, it seemed bound for the sky, but gravity pulled it down, near right into their mouths. Stretching their jaws open, Nitocris and Scheherazade drunk up Ritsuka's gushing juices, what they couldn't get into their mouths they let land on their chests. They felt dual bliss from the semen rushing down their throats and that which landed on their chests. Eager to keep the rush going, they continued to work their mounds on Ritsuka's twitching member; it happily obliged in continuing to spray love nectar, which the two Servants eagerly lapped up.

Just as it felt Ritsuka's voice was beginning to die down, it shot right back up thanks to the continued masturbations of the two Servants. The fire that had roared so brightly for only a few brief seconds found itself prolonged thanks to the Egyptian and Persian stoking the flames, causing its brilliance to shine once again. He felt his eyes roll back into his head as more waves of sensual ecstasy slam into him, knocking him for another loop, one after another. Ritsuka let himself be repeatedly knocked aside by the waves, practically running them to higher heights. Maybe he was moaning, maybe he was shouting, he really didn't know; all Ritsuka knew was that he was making some kind of sound as Scheherazade and Nitocris continued to pump him using their breasts. It's possible he was shouting their names, praising them as they so rightly deserved. Ritsuka could just faintly hear their laughter over the roar of his own voice.

This is…heaven, seriously, this is heaven. He thought with one burst of clarity. After using it up, his mind retuned to being a swirling abyss of carnal pleasure.

The drift through the seas was most enjoyable, but eventually, the human washed ashore on land. His eyes fluttered open to stare at the flame-colored sky, still so radiant and beautiful as when he was set adrift. Had it been a short voyage? A long one? Ritsuka honestly didn't know, but he knew it had undoubtedly been a pleasant journey, one that he wouldn't mind repeating. A lewd licking sound tickling in his ears told him that he'd undertake it again, hopefully soon. Until then, he'd take a little rest from his previous one.

Once he'd regained enough energy, he lifted his head and looked down. Ritsuka smiled at the sight of his limp cock, having been pumped dry yet licked to wet perfection thanks to the skilled tongues of his two Servant lovers. Speaking of which, both of them looked like they could use a shower as their faces and chests were absolutely covered in cum, his cum. Ritsuka felt an immense swell of masculine pride in seeing his essence covering so much of them, and seeing them so loving licking up his juices. They sensed his gaze on them and turned to face him. His began to regain some of its hardness seeing their cum-soaked faces smiling at him.

"So, ladies, how do I taste?" He brazenly asked already knowing the answer.

The pair grinned at him, whole-heartedly playing along to stroke his ego, amongst other things. "Delicious, absolutely delicious, Master Ritsuka." That brought his mast back to full hardness. "We'll be good girls so we may have it again, we promise." They spoke in unison. Again, his cock hardened, and throbbed.

"But first, please, allow us…to clean ourselves off." Scheherazade beckoned, fluttering her eyes at him. His cock throbbed.

"We promise, once we're finished, we'll go right back to tending to you." Nitocris seconded doing her best to sound as sexy as possible. Based on his member's twitching as he listened to her, she was succeeding.

"Give me a show while I wait." He said without missing a beat.

From the way they grinned, Ritsuka had a feeling they were planning on doing that from the start, but his encouragement was appreciated. They both seemed to like the inner dominate in him that they were coaxing out.

As was clear on their faces, he'd came a lot, dousing their faces in his love nectar, and their breasts. Even Scheherazade's sizable boobs had been coated in his semen. Looking at it, Ritsuka was silently taken back; he'd came that much? A twinkle of excitement danced within him as looking at all of it, he imagined what would it be like for him to orgasm inside either of the lovely ladies to the south of him. Said lovely ladies turned to each other ad started licking one another's face. It was an erotic sight that he knew was only a prelude to something much steamier. His member twitched in anticipation of it, yet it was also throbbing as he was enjoying what he was seeing.

Watching them, one would have guessed that Scheherazade and Nitocris were lovers with how they lovingly licked and stroked each other's faces. For all Ritsuka knew, there might have actually been some romantic attraction between the two of them. He wouldn't have a problem with it.

Scheherazade licked up the cum off of Nitocris' face before slowly guiding her lips toward Nitocris'. There was a brief hesitation as the pharaoh panted in front of the storyteller. This was going to be a first for her, but Ritsuka saw the determined gleam in her eyes, a moment later and they connected their lips. The pair's sole human spectator turned crimson red at the sight of two beautiful girls kissing each other, and while their faces were covered in cum, his cum. He saw his cum being exchanged between their mouths, their tongues flickering between each other. It was sight that made his penis harden and throb, his fingers dug into the sand as he watched the sight continued on.

Would he be able to handle the full show? At this rate, Ritsuka felt like his head and cock would simultaneously explode.

Nitocris' hands went to Scheherazade's cheeks, framing her face as she eagerly pressed her tongue into the Caster's mouth. The black-haired woman affectionately moaned at the forward move, clearly pleased that her proud yet at times shy friend was taking the initiative. Of course, she made sure to remind her exactly who it was she was coupling with. Scheherazade continuously flickered her tongue against Nitocris while moving her skilled hands across the older Servant's body. Nitocris shook and shivered at the two-pronged attack that left her putty in the storyteller's hands as so many before her. The pharaoh was vaguely aware she was being seduced, and for her part she actually liked it, she was loving it. So was the make out's sole spectator.

When the kiss broke, it merely transitioned into a continuation of the "cum clean-up" that it had started as. Scheherazade moved her mouth across Nitocris' cheek and eventually her neck and shoulder. The pharaoh lovingly moaned all the while until she softly pushed the storyteller off of her. It wasn't in anger or discomfort. Her eyes shined as she looked to her, quietly asking for her to lie down. Smiling, the tear-marked woman opened herself up to the pharaoh's advances. She fell upon her like a hungry jackal, her canine ears affectionately witching with every lick and soft bite she made. Scheherazade affectionately moaned in approval at the shorter girl's moves. She was indeed learning fast, and no doubt enjoying the entire process.

Slowly but surely, cum began to disappear from the Persian woman's face as it had from the pharaoh's, it was disappearing right into their mouths. They scooped up what they could from each other's shoulders and hair then licked it off. As Scheherazade lay on her backside, she raised her arms above her head inviting Nitocris to have her completely way with her body. In turning her head to the side, she looked to Ritsuka ad winked. The human teenager's face burned brighter as he watched the erotic sight continue. He bit his lip as he watched Nitocris slowly move down toward Scheherazade's chest. Her gargantuan tits had been used to pleasure his cock and they'd been stained from top to near bottom by his semen. The pharaoh looked to Ritsuka for a second before diving down and attaching her lips to the Caster's left mound.

"Aaaaaaaahhh! That's it, Nitocris, ohhhhh…my beloved friend…you're getting so good at this." The Persian Servant purred.

Moving her hand to her breasts, she lifted her lips up and grinned at the human Servant. "I've had a great teacher." Looking over to Ritsuka, she winked at him as Scheherazade had done. "And I have both ample motivation."

Ritsuka knew her response was two-pronged. His member throbbed and he felt another orgasm mounting within him. If he came, he knew the girls would immediately crawl for his gushing member. Maybe one day he'd do that, just to see them break off from their lovemaking and dash for him like a pair of dogs called by their master.

Nitocris tenderly licked up all the cum on Scheherazade's left breast, taking her sweet time in doing so. The Caster never stopped moaning, motivating her jackal-eared counterpart to keep up the erotic pressure. Oh, she kept the pressure up, on both mounds. While she licked and suckled the left breast, her hands moved to stimulate Scheherazade's right nipple, it was another reason why the Caster couldn't stop moaning. She'd been longed to be touched in such a way and her longing was being fulfilled, in spades. First there'd been her Master-turned-lover's hands and mouth, and now had come her best friend. Both of them had done so much for her, helping her to accept her place in the world and even giving her the determination and will needed to defend and enjoy it.

Nitocris moved her lips from her left breast to her right, sensually biting down on it causing Scheherazade's back to arch as she howled. Her arms rose and wrapped around Nitocris' head, boxing her in, pressing her against her breasts. The Assassin happily accepted her temporary entrapment; she'd always been both amazed and jealous of her best friend's boobs. She was more than pleased to be able to suckle and twist them to her heart's content. Nitocris and Ritsuka truly relished the sweet sound of the Caster's pants and moans, the latter of which fought to the urge to join in on the fun. For her part, Nitocris knew she was getting her partner ice and wet, she could stretch her right hand down and dip it beneath Scheherazade's folds, an idea that she found extremely tempting.

What stopped her might have been the love she felt for Ritsuka, who sat just a few feet from them watching the show with glee. His member was growing so hard she believed it could rival the Lion King's prized spear. The thought of it entering her was enough to make her orgasm in her loins. Of course, she knew that Scheherazade likely thought the same. Their vaginal caverns would see use, but it would first be by the man they both loved.

"Nitocrisssssss…" Scheherazade called. "M-More…darling, oh, my beloved partner…moooooore!"

Grinning, she bit down hard, behaving almost like a jackal herself. She fingered her other tit at a faster pace while softly gnawing on her right. The Caster shook beneath her, her body unable to remain still as she was taken by the chest. Cum squished against her skin furthering her erotic excitement. Eventually, that excitement became enough to inspire her to move.

Scheherazade removed her arms from around the Assassin's head to move them to her shoulder shoulders, which she used to push her away. Nitocris gasped as she found herself thrown onto her backside with the busty Caster looming above her. They both smiled in full knowledge of what was about to happen next. Scheherazade fell upon the Egyptian girl's mouth, fervently kissing the living daylights out of her. It seemed to drag on forever, yet it ended too soon for Nitocris' liking. Luckily, Scheherazade's lips were still on her, moving down toward her chest.

"Ooooooohhhh!" Cried the purple-haired Servant, her legs kicking up. "T-T-That's it…m-m-my breasts…m-my breasts…"

"Are just as tenderly and lovely as mine, aren't they, Ritsuka?" Affectionately stated the green-eyed woman.

"Y-Y-Yes, t-they are. S-S-So much so that I…I really envy you, Scheherazade."

"Fufufu, Master, you can join us any time you like." She declared planting butterfly kisses atop Nitocris' chest. She was gone in seconds, her eyes threatening to roll back into her head from a few tender kisses. It was a combination of her lips on her cum-stained breasts that were likely driving her so near to the edge. Caster moved her lips all over the pharaoh's stained chest, lavishly licking up all the residual cum that she could. Just like her, Nitocris couldn't stop moaning throughout the entire thing. Her melodious voice carried across their spot like a gently ringing bell.

As he watched them, Ritsuka realized he'd been pumping himself, his mind running wild with lustful ideas of inserting himself into the mix. Like Scheherazade had said, he was free to join them at any time. A lewd thought inserted into his head as he wondered why he hadn't already. Smiling amorously at the chocolate-flavored coupling, he began to crawl forward.

Though enticed with the lovely task at hand, Scheherazade heard her Master approaching. She smiled against Nitocris' left tit and removed her hand from her right. The sorcerous storyteller made way for her Master, whom she shared a brief kiss with.

"AAAAAAAHH! Y-YOU TWO-" Cried The pharaoh, her cheeks redder than they'd likely ever been. Having her breasts tended to by one was an incredible experience, but by two? Nitocris felt like she would faint at any second! What kept her from doing so was the iron thread of her resolve-her resolve to stay awake and return the favor to the two most important people in her life. Continuously moaning in bliss, she wrapped a hand around both of them, encouraging them to keep going. Together, they kissed, stroked, and massaged her royal body until Nitocris was sure she'd ascended the mortal realm to one of pure spiritual pleasure.

After several minutes of licking Nitocris' chest, Ritsuka replaced his mouth with his finger. Rising up, he shot Scheherazade a aside glance that she caught. Her heart fluttered as she looked into his eyes. He leaned to the side and stole a kiss from her. She returned it, moaning in disappointment when he separated from her.

"Lay beside Nitocris." He whispered to her.

A jolt of electricity coursed through the Caster. Nodding, she moved to lay beside the jackal-eared Assassin. She was still so high on her ecstasy that she hardly noticed. The dazed look on her face was rather cute.

Kneeling before the two with his cock stuffed back into his swim trunks, Ritsuka enjoyed the sight of the two chocolate beauties before him. The beautiful ocean flowed in and out directly in front of them, an enchanting sunset shining across the water. Its rays extended to the two panting beauties in front of him.

You two ladies…you're both more than I've ever deserved. Sucking in a breath, he scooted forward, his hands going to their respective pussies. He met Scheherazade's eyes; she giggled and nodded, giddy for what was about to happen. Nitocris, meanwhile, seemed to be waking up from her temporary lust-induced frenzy…just in time to feel a pair of fingers ram their way into her wet pussy alongside Scheherazade's.

"OOOOOOOOHHHH! RITUSKA!" Cried the two chocolate ladies.

He didn't waste a second in fingering the two gorgeous ladies, nor did they waste any time in welcoming him into their folds. "Aaaaaaaahhh! You both feel wonderful!"

"So do you, Ritsuka!" Nitocris and Scheherazade shouted in union, their faces those of women rapidly falling to the lust that had already been burning within them. "Fuck us, fuck us to your heart's desire!"

"Oh, I plan on doing just that, ladies!" He'd already begun fingering them, and it was the best sensation that his fingers had ever experienced. Ritsuka had poked his fingers in snow, ice-cream, and most recently pristine sea water. None of them could hold a candle to the smearing hot feel of the pussy of a woman, or pussies of women. Both Scheherazade and Nitocris were soaking wet, which made his entry into their vaginas all the easier, and made the fingering even more fun. They both had practically orgasmed in their undies leaving them soaking wet; Ritsuka knew by the time he was finished with them he'd utterly ruin their undies.

"Aaaaaaahhhh! Faster! Faster, Ritsuka!" Scheherazade shouted, her walls squeezing the tightest on the teenager's left fingers.

Nitocris' pussy wasn't far behind. Her mind was a burning haze as this was the first time she'd ever experienced pleasure like this. She doubted that self-pleasure could come even remotely close to this. "Ooooooooohhhhh! Yessssss! Ritsuka! Ritssssssukkka!" Her vaginal walls were acting on their own accord, or maybe they were acting on the sheer primal impulses now consuming Nitocris. She welcomed them, and she welcomed Ritsuka's continued thrusting.

The two beauties flailed their heads from side to side, their backs arching as their pussies tightened around their lover's fingers. Ritsuka watched the show with a fast-growing grin. Both Scheherazade and Nitocris were amazing women, regardless of what they thought of themselves or what others thought about them, and they were utterly at his command. He single-handedly (literally) drove both ladies to the brink of sensual Nirvana. Ritsuka picked up the pace of his finger, jabbing both ladies' cores causing them to howl together like a pair of wild canines. In the case of Nitocris, it was a tad more literal as her ears erotically twitched.

While they shook their heads from side to side, the pair locked eyes with one another for a brief second. In that second, they locked hands, Scheherazade's left with Nitocris' right. They held onto each other as their pussies tightened around Ritsuka's piston-like fingers. Amidst the erotic storm that the teenager had whipped up just for them, they held onto each other, briefly locking eyes with one another from time to time. Ritsuka saw their interlocked hands and found himself further enticed by it.

Their pussies were practically squeezing his fingers into oblivion, yet they continued to move with their previous swiftness, maybe they were even moving a little faster. In response, both Servant girls sucked in air through their gasping mouths. Holding heads, they arched their backs up and screamed.

"RITSUKA!"

Two sets of pussies gushed feminine nectar that doused Ritsuka's hands. His fingers bore the brunt of the lovely explosions. Leaning his head back, he moaned alongside the two Servants, now lying on their backsides and panting. Sweaty slid down their chocolate bodies. Emerald green and amethyst purple were hazy and unfocused, looking up to the sky and the clouds. The pair's bodies subconsciously responded to a few simple thrusts. More love nectar gushed from the couple's loins.

The teenager kept his fingers lodged in their pussies for another few minutes before withdrawing them; he watched as their juices leaked out of their throbbing cunts, forming puddles between their legs. As those puddles formed, Ritsuka licked the cum off of his fingers. Nitocris and Scheherazade took the time to catch their breath; they continued to hold one another's hands as they returned to reality. Upon returning, their heard their Master and lover licking up their feminine nectar. That's what they looked to as they continued to catch their breathes. Both ladies smiled in erotic amusement at the sight.

"Ritsuka," Scheherazade called once he'd finished cleaning off his hands.

From within his swim trunks, his cock once again throbbed and called out for attention. The bulge was visible to both ladies, who looked to it and licked their lips. Ritsuka blushed bright red as he moved toward the storyteller. She opened her arms up and wrapped them around his neck as they kissed. Scheherazade tasted both her cum and Nitocris' on the teenager's lips. It was truly a pleasant experience, though one she knew had to be shared with her partner. For that reason, she somewhat reluctantly broke the kiss. She would have liked it to have lasted longer, but Nitocris deserved her taste of their Master's lips.

Untangling himself from the buxom Persian woman, he turned his attention to the smaller Egyptian woman. She rubbed her legs together as she opened her arms, welcoming Ritsuka into her embrace. A tender moan was emitted from the pair as they suckled one another's lips. Tongues battered against one another, almost hungrily. Scheherazade turned to her side and watched the loving display, a hand drifted down to her loins which she began to finger. She was still wet and was becoming more so watching Ritsuka and Nitocris make out. The latter was also growing wet with every second she spent with her lips attached to his.

Seconds turned into minutes which seemingly dragged on into hours. At some point, the storyteller began to crawl toward the human. She subtly moved her fingers up his backside, alerting him to her presence. Ritsuka broke away from Nitocris and turned his head back to find her looming over her. Nitocris quietly encouraged him to give Scheherazade some affection, which he immediately did. It was now the pharaoh's turn to watch the show, and watch she did. This time, she was much closer to the make out, her jackal and human ears able to so clearly make out every lewd sound that the couple made. Nitocris knew that she and Ritsuka had made those same sounds; she looked forward to recreating them.

Ritsuka and Scheherazade looked to be trying to recreate some lovely scene out of one of her romantic tales; they were certainly succeeding. The pair grinded their bodies against one another, growing wet and hard with every second that passed. Their lips briefly broke apart then reconnected over and over again, never entirely breaking from each other. Scheherazade moved her daft fingers across Ritsuka's backside, her nails gently digging into his skin. Ritsuka's hands continuously moved along her waist, his fingers gently tapping along her skin. He occasionally pressed her against him, squeezing her breasts against his naked chest. Scheherazade moaned louder into his mouth, her right leg rising and wrapping around his waist. She could feel the tip of the tent in his pants pressing against her. Her panties were utterly soaked and were long overdue for removal.

So too were Ritsuka's swim trunks. "Aaaaaaahhh…" Moaned the Japanese teenager. He should have expected Scheherazade wouldn't be content with just his backside. "S-S-Schehe," his entire lowering side was tingle like it was being held over a fire. Scheherazade's fingers were the flame, playing across his buttocks making him groan and shutter. Ritsuka squirmed in the storyteller's tight embrace, and he squirmed beneath the eyes of the female pharaoh. She licked her lips at the sight of Scheherazade's hands playing with their Master's ass through his swim trunks.

"Feels good, doesn't it, Master?" She whispered.

"Hell yeah, it does. Your fingers…God, Scheherazade, your fingers." The seventeen-year-old breathless spoke.

"Yes, many a man before you have said the same thing, but you, Ritsuka, will be the last, and you are the worthiest." Scheherazade cooed. He smiled at her and smiled back; their lips came together seconds later. Their loud moans were like ringing bells.

It resonated with the romantic yearnings of Nitocris. She was getting antsy, but contained herself for the sake of Scheherazade's love for Ritsuka. From the bottom of her heart, she knew the storyteller deserved genuine romantic affection, Ritsuka was certainly the man to give her that. And he was giving it to her in spades. Of course, in watching them she wanted some of that affection for herself. While Nitocris waited, she decided to further set the mood. At her command, a set of hieroglyphs appeared beneath the three of them, glowing faint white.

Upon breaking from him, Scheherazade pushed Ritsuka away, hard enough that he fell onto his backside. Scheherazade looked to Nitocris, who got the message in a heartbeat. The storyteller put her hand atop one of the hieroglyphs causing it to glow even brighter.

Ritsuka shut his eyes, allowing the flash to completely illuminate him and his two lovers. Upon opening them, he found he wasn't sitting on sand but on soft, lavish bedsheets. The sunset still lingered to his right along with the ocean. He could lay his head back and feel plush pillows there to support his head. They were so soft along with the bed that he could have laid his head back and fallen asleep on them. Ritsuka looked back ahead at the reasons why he wouldn't be doing that.

He chuckled seeing the pharaoh's purple hair flash, then she was upon him, affectionately kissing him and he kissing her back. Her hands went to his chest and his went to her waist to hold her against him. It was her turn to feel his lips, and the tent in his pants. Grinning against her wet lips, Ritsuka thrusted his hips upward.

"Ah! M-M-Master R-Ritsuka!" she cried. Her blush only made him grin more at her. "S-S-Scheherazade h-has taught you the ways of the bedroom well."

"Same to you, Nitocris." Ritsuka responded. "Look at you, at first you were so shy, but look at you now…my sweet pharaoh."

She shook at the use of his nickname for her. Curling her fingers against his chest, she started to hump his hips causing his member to tighten and throb all the more. Would she be able to make it burst through his swim trunks? Would her ow bikini bottom become so soaked it fell apart? Such interesting questions whose answers the trio would have loved to find out.

The third member of the trio didn't remain idle while the pharaoh and human made out. Scheherazade crawled forward, wrapping her arms around Nitocris' hips while she made out with Ritsuka. The level of erotic pleasure exploded between the three of them. Nitocris broke from Ritsuka's mouth to cry out in bliss as she felt her best friend humping her from behind. She was sandwiched between two of the people whom she had closest in her heart, and both were still full-clothed.

I-I…I…I can't believe…I-I'm…this is…this is so amazing! Mentally hollered the normally regal woman. Nitocris knew if either Ritsuka or Scheherazade were naked from the waist down, she'd have orgasmed right then and there, probably so hard that she might have blacked out. She could already feel herself on the verge of it as the two thrusted against her from both sides. Nitocris could just barely hold on with every passing second.

Unfortunately for her, Scheherazade decided to test her limits. Wrapping her arms around her breasts, she pushed them out of their cream-colored bindings and began to fondle them, all in view of Ritsuka, who lay on his backside watching the erotic display. His cock raged harder than it ever had before watching Scheherazade seductively tease the older Servant.

The storyteller leaned into the pharaoh's human left ear to whisper, "You go first. Experience the pleasures of the flesh as I have. You'll find no finer a man to do so with."

Nitocris wanted to respond, but she couldn't, and it was thanks to Scheherazade. Her fingers were crisscrossing her body leaving her a shivering mess of a pharaoh. She cried out as the Persian woman moved her fingers beneath her bikini bottom, priding her wet pussy.

Turning to look at Ritsuka, she continued, "Ram it into her, Ritsuka. She wants you to break her and make her yours, just as I want you to do the same to me."

He wanted to do exactly that to both of them. Scheherazade didn't have to be a mind reader to know that. Ritsuka nodded his head, which felt like a volcano on the verge of violently erupting.

"Nitocris." Ritsuka called. "Do you…"

"I-I want to, I want you, Ritsuka!" Shouted the purple-eyed Servant.

"Then do it, embrace him and let him embrace you, Nitocris. Know love's true embrace." Whispered the storytelling Servant.

Scheherazade scooted away, leaving the two occupy the center spot of the bed. Her breathing was heavy as she waited for the show to begin to earnest; thankfully, she didn't seem to have to wait long.

Ritsuka's hands had gone to Nitocris' undies, tugging at the waistbands of them. Purring, the pharaoh raised her hips and allowed them to be pulled off leaving her exposed from the waist down. She moaned as she felt Ritsuka's pants tent touch her naked pussy. Both of them could so vividly imagine him losing his swim trunks and plunged into her with reckless abandon. In a few moments, he'd be doing that.

But first, he reached up and finally undid her bra, throwing it to the side of the bed. The last pharaoh of Egypt's Sixth Dynasty sat atop him, naked and in heat, hungry for his touch. Ritsuka gave it, kissing her and wrapping her up in his arms. Nitocris aggressive gyrated her hips against Ritsuka's. He groaned into her mouth, Nitocris moaned back, subtly pushing him onto his backside. From there, it was easy for him to wait and enjoy the moment. The Egyptian Servant fervently kissed his chest down to his waist. In a single move, she removed his swim trunks; for the second time, the teenager's cock was free to stand proud. This time, it wouldn't be obstructed again.

It was hard, oh so hard, hard as a temple column in Nitocris' hands. She near drooled at the thought of it inside of her; Nitocris didn't waste another second in making that dream a reality.

"Hhhhhyeeeeh!" She called.

In a heartbeat, Ritsuka shot up, wrapping his arms around her, giving her shelter from the pain.

"M-M-M-Master, m-my Master, m-m-my love. M-My sweet love." Whispered the Egyptian monarch. The pain of having her hymen broken was just as real as if she'd truly been alive. No, she was alive, she felt alive having Ritsuka's cock inside of her. The surge of life gradually overpowered the pain that came with the taking of her maidenhood-her royal maidenhood.

"I'm sorry." He whispered to her.

"Don't be sorry, Ritsuka. Oh, you have nothing to be sorry for. As a woman…this pain was inevitable." Her hands rose to rummage through his black spiky hair. "Beyond the pain though…lies the joy and pleasure of love. I can feel it, my dearest." A short but passionate kiss ensued. "You can move."

Her words were a command that he immediately followed. Throwing back her head, the pharaoh moaned as her pussy was continuously rocked by the seven-inch piston that was Ritsuka's cock. Nitocris' eyes fluttered open and shut, squeezing on the fast-moving member. Her vaginal walls squeezed hard on his cock, yet it did little to impede its movements. The tightening of her walls seemingly motivated Ritsuka to go faster, and harder.

"Mmmmmmmmmhhh! More! More, Ritsuka! Give me more!" Shouted the royal Servant.

"You want it, Nitocris, here it comes!" Thundered the teenager, clearly enjoying his first time. It was a little comical to think that it was with an ancient Egyptian pharaoh, and it was her first time too, and they were being watched by one of the most famous storytellers of all time. Speaking of which, he swerved his eyes to the side for a brief second. Scheherazade was definitely watching, and she was liking what she was seeing.

"Ooooooohhhh! Yeeeeaaaaahhhh!" Nitocris screamed, her entire body shaking like a child's rattle. "Ritsssssuka!" She held onto him by the shoulders, fearing that if she let go, she'd be tossed into the raging wind. To her, it seemed that the wind was raging around her like they were in the midst of a storm. There was a storm brewing, and she was at the heart of it. Never had being in the midst of such a mighty tempest felt so good.

"It feels good, right, Nitocris! Schehe said you wanted to be broken by my cock!" Hollered the blue-eyed teenager, feeling the inner dominant in him rising up and seizing the controls. It was hard to keep it repressed as he had both a royal ruler and a living good bouncing on his lap.

"Yes, I did! I want you to break me and make me your woman! I want to belong to you, I want to be your woman! Yours, Ritsuka!" It was like her body was reacting to her words, her earnest words spoken from the recesses of her heart. Nitocris never thought that she would utter such lewd statements, sounding almost like a harem girl or a royal bride. She was both, and quite happily so. "I BELONG TO YOU, RITSUKA!"

His member pulsated within her, sending forth waves of pure electrical bliss that had the pharaoh screaming even louder. Her voice practically drowned out Ritsuka's continuous grunts of effort and pleasure. Ritsuka felt her pussy squeezing his member tighter than he ever had in any moment of self-pleasure. Speaking of pleasure, what he was feeling now far outstripped anything masturbation could have achieved. The level of euphoria coursing through him made him feel like he was o the verge of dying and going to heaven. From the looks of it, Nitocris was in the same boat, she'd happily perish and go with him to whatever blissful afterlife awaited them.

"OOOOOOHHH! HARDER, RITSUKA! AAAAAAHHH!"

"YOUR PUSSY'S SO TIGHT, NITOCRIS! IT'S SO TIGHT…AND SO GOOOOD!"

"OF COURSE, IT IS, YOU'RE…YOU'RE…" Swirling euphoria grabbed her throat and made her reconsider her next words. "YOU'RE FUCKING ROYAL PUSSY, OF COURSE IT'S AMAZING! IT'S YOURS TO HAVE WHENEVER YOU PLEASE!"

Such lewd words only made him thrust deeper and harder into her. Ritsuka could feel his orgasm building up within him, threatening to explode like a bomb. He could also feel Nitocris' as well, her walls constricting around his cock as it pumped in and out of her.

Feeling their impeding orgasms, the pair locked eyes and slammed their lips into one another. It was a hungry kiss that felt like it went on forever, yet it also felt too short. They separated, saliva forming a thin bridge between them. As their bodies pulsated, that bridge was erased thanks to their mouths stretching open.

"RITSUKA!"

"NITOCRIS!"

From her place on the side, Scheherazade felt herself orgasm from watching her Master and best friend orgasm. As she expected, they both had quite a lot to give, Ritsuka's cum shooting straight up into Nitocris' pussy, which emptied out waves of feminine juices onto his harden penis. The two essences mixed together, their pure aroma tickling Scheherazade's noise causing her to moan in resonance with the other two. Nitocris continuously shivered as the orgasm. She collapsed forward into Ritsuka's rising and falling chest; he kept his hands fastened around her waist, holding her against him. They held on tight to one another as the aftermath of the orgasm rocked its way out of their system.

The soft push and pull of the waves mixed with the couple's panting. Gradually, it ceased as strength and sound thought returned to them.

First to rise, Ritsuka looked down to Nitocris. "That was…Nitocris, that was…"

Giggling, the pharaoh leaned forward and pecked him on the lips. "Incredible, amazing. Ritsuka, I'm so happy that you were my first, I feel blessed even." She reached up and caressed his cheek, admiring the humble beauty that he had. It was so strange to think that at one point she saw him as just another commoner, but she'd come to see him in a new light, or perhaps she'd seen him for who he truly was. He was someone whom she'd gladly give her life for, and whom she'd give her body and soul to. Not just her though. Still holding his cheek, Nitocris looked back to the side where Scheherazade lay.

The storyteller got the message and began to move in as the pharaoh untangled herself from their Master. They saw how hard his cock still was, something that Scheherazade giggled at. Her right hand went down to teasingly stroke the cum-soaked member. The residual cum covering it would make it easier to slide into her pussy, and no doubt make the sensation feel all the better.

"Scheherazade," Ritsuka whispered as the storyteller positioned herself above his cock. It twitched in eager anticipation for another entry. "You're…you're an incredible woman, a truly incredible woman."

"Only because I had the right man to motivate me to even attempt to become such." She whispered back.

Ritsuka shook his head. "You always were, even if that light was buried by the darkness of fear."

"And you cleared it away, Ritsuka." The green-eyed beauty responded with a heartfelt smile. "You've been the light that's guided us all, Ritsuka. Helping us to continue our stories…and turning tragedies into triumphs. How blessed I am to love you and be loved by you, Ritsuka." With those words, she brought herself down atop the teenager's cock. As she suspected, the coat of cum around his member made it oh so easy to slid his member directly into her snatch. "Aaaaaaahhhhh!"

It wasn't enjoyable just for her, it was an amazing experience for Ritsuka as well. In less than an hour, he'd entered the pussies of two beautiful women! It was unreal! His mouth stretched open as he too cried out in erotic delight at the feel of his member sliding into Scheherazade's pussy. It was a perfect fit, both size-wise and thanks to the cum around his cock. As he thought, it made an excellent lubricant; once inside, he started to thrust his hips upward causing Scheherazade's body to shake. Of course, in doing so, her sizable mounds shook as well.

"Oooooooohhhh!" Both Master and Servant cried in unison, their senses overwhelmed by the euphoria pumping through both of them. Their bodies shook as they eagerly threw themselves into the lovemaking that they'd been building to. As Scheherazade had watched, Nitocris now watched, and she was quite happy to do so.

They moved in erotic tandem with each other as if they were both naturals in the bedroom. Scheherazade had experience, and it was looking more and more like Ritsuka was a natural, plus, he had a little bit of experience thanks to the Egyptian spectator not six feet from him and the Caster. He thrusted his hips upward, hitting the Persian's core with both precision and force. Such a combination was all that Scheherazade had been hoping for. Hands on her Master's chest, she arched her back and cried out, an ecstasy-laced howl that echoed in the ears of the pharaoh and the Japanese teenager. The howl made the latter look up after having shut his eyes due to the sheer sensory overlord.

He saw two chocolate-colored bouncing balls. Ritsuka instantly remembered groping the Caster's mounds, toying with them as he wanted. While looking at them, he ended up catching Scheherazade's eye. Her pink lips curved into a smile, she suggestively rocked her body forward causing her mounds to bounce.

That was the last straw.

"AAAAAHHH! THAT'S RIGHT, RITSUKA! TAKE THEM, TAKE MY BREASTS AS THEY ARE YOURS!" Declared the legendary storyteller.

"Mmmmmmmmhhhh!" He was like a kid with a piece of cotton candy, dark, chocolate-flavored cotton candy. While he chewed down on the right mound, his hands diligently worked the left. "Scheherazade!" Ritsuka shouted upon temporarily dislodging himself from her bouncing breast, though not for long. Again, the Caster howled, wrapping her arms around the teenager's spiky black hair. Though he was eagerly tending to her boobs, he hadn't forgotten his cock, still fucking her at breck neck speed. It was impossible to forget about it, Scheherazade's walls were continuously squeezing his member and he was continuously pushing his member in and out of her womanly hole. They were going at it with everything they had, and that practically opened up all of their senses, which were stimulated to the highest degree.

Together, they shook the bed, their bodies vigorously shaking while sweat beautifully cascaded down them. Scheherazade kept on twisting and squirming, throwing her head back and screaming in ecstasy. Ritsuka's cries were muffled as he kept his mouth on one of her continuously flailing breasts. He cursed that he only had one mouth to use, but he made up for his lack of a second tongue and teeth with his hand. His actions were driving the green-eyed woman utterly insane with desire as he wanted.

"Ritsuka…Ritsuka! My…my love! My darling! MY MASTER! OOOOOHHHH YESSSS! PLEASE, YESSSSS!" She couldn't' remember the last time she'd have a lover be this…attentive, this utterly amazing. Scheherazade was perfectly aware of her squeezing pussy, and his thrusting member. There had been times she cursed what she called her body's hyper awareness when it came to sex, but this wasn't one of those times. Ritsuka held her, pumping her with his love. Every second that passed between them was pure bliss, so much so that Scheherazade didn't want it to it.

"SCHEHERAZADE! YOU'RE GETTING TIGHTER AND HOTTER!" He thundered.

"IT'S BECAUSE YOU, MY LOVE! YOU'RE DRIVING ME TO THIS! THIS OH SO INCREIDBLE FEELING THAT I HAVEN'T FELT IN CENTURIES!" It was absolutely true. It'd been so long since she knew what this feeling felt like-since she knew what it felt like to be loved.

Upon feeling his lips pop off of her breasts, Scheherazade took the moment to bend down and kiss him. She was desperate to kiss him, to feel his lips on hers instead of on her chest. Ritsuka shot his tongue out, his colliding with hers. They pushed against each other in a sensual clash continued on until they ran out of air and separated. A few seconds of panting and gasping passed, then the pair were kissing again; their hips never stopped working for one second of the heated make out.

"SCHEHERAZADE, I CAN FEEL IT!"

"AS CAN I, RITSUKA! LET'S DO IT, TOGETHER!"

His cock was practically pulverizing her insides, and her walls were attempting to do the same to his member. Their respective orgasms were fast-approaching, seconds away from happening. Before they did, the pair gazed into each other's eyes, blue eyes that now knew love and green eyes that felt the feeling again after so long. The teenager lifted the Persian woman upward one final time, then slammed her down against his hips.

"SCHEHERAZADE!"

"RITSUKA!"

Cum shot upward into the Caster's folds which also released waves of feminine nectar downward into the teen's cock. The juices mixed together, just as they had done before with those of Nitocris'. She'd intensely watched the lovemaking and had cried out in joy when Ritsuka and Scheherazade climaxed. Like her, the latter fell forward, her entire body shivering from the orgasm she'd just had. Like her, Scheherazade was experiencing both exhaustion and rejuvenation; they were both Servants after all, thus the sexual activity had been a recharge for them.

Their Master was all too aware of that, and he too seemed to have been rejuvenated as when Scheherazade removed herself from him, his cock still stood at attention, hard and ready for continued use. Before she removed herself, she shared a passionate kiss with the Japanese teenager.

Sitting up in spite of the exhaustion, Ritsuka laughed. "Alright, I know I've probably said this before…but that was fucking awesome!"

"Hehehe, indeed it was, Ritsuka. So fun that we'd like to do it again." Scheherazade declared.

"Yes, we would…especially after you've…heheh, energized us so to speak." The jackal-eared pharaoh happily added.

His heart raced at the thought of another round with one of the gorgeous ladies. Ritsuka looked between the two of them, half hoping that they would decide on their own who would go again. If not, the decision would fall to him; he both relished and dreaded it.

Ritsuka saw a flash in Scheherazade's eyes. "Nitocris," she called. "Let's form a pyramid."

Expectedly, the teenager's cheeks flushed bright red while Nitocris cocked her head in confusion.

"A pyramid? What do you mean, Scheherazade?" Her obliviousness was so adorable that the other two couldn't help but laugh. Ritsuka patiently waited as Scheherazade leaned in and whispered an explanation into her friend's ear. As expected, her face turned red as a cherry. Scheherazade pulled away, a cute smile on her face, Ritsuka bore the same expression when Nitocris looked down at him. "R-R-Ritsuka…y-you…u-um…"

"I'm definitely up for another round if you are." He boldly declared. His cock showed the validity of his words, his cum-soaked, sticky member which stood at attention. Nitocris' eyes lingered on it and he could see the building hunger in her amethyst orbs.

Pecking the pharaoh on the cheek, Scheherazade crawled up until she was kneeling before their Master's head. So close, Ritsuka could smell the cum on her pussy, it made his member throb as Nitocris moved into position. She was practically salivating at the thought of the soaked member being inside of her.

Sucking in a breath while looking at Scheherazade, the ancient Egyptian ruler murmured a silent prayer, a thank you for allowing her to be a part of something so magnificent.

"AAAAAIIIIYYYYYYY!" Just as Scheherazade felt what a cum-soaked cock sliding into her pussy felt like, Nitocris experienced it as well. She fully agreed that it was an amazing feeling. Such was one of the benefits of being in a polymerous relationship with a man who had such stamina. "Oooooooohhhhh! Oh Ra, this is…so amazing! Maybe better than the first time!"

"Damn right it does!" Laughed the black-haired teenager. Sweet euphoria enveloped him from his member up. Ritsuka began rocking his hips upward causing the pharaoh to shout in ecstasy. Her walls tightened around his wet member, pressing the residual love nectar against his cock while superheating it with the warmth of her walls. Ritsuka felt his body tense up with orgasmic pleasure, almost bursting on the spot there. Following a minute of this, he looked up and saw Scheherazade towering over him, a happy smile on her face. "Schehe," he called.

"My beloved Master." Her heart fluttering, she scooted over, hovering above Ritsuka. Droplets of cum fell upon his face, a prelude to the intimate embrace the two engaged in moments later. "Aaaaaaahhhh!" Shouted the storyteller. Within a second of entering her, Ritsuka began to flick his tongue against her cunt, licking up the residual cum and bathing her pussy with his saliva. "Ritsssuuu…more, harder! Harder!"

Ritsuka Fujimaru was definitely a nature. He was able to not only pleasure two women in rapid succession, but also pleasure both of them with only a small break in-between it all. His hips moved at rapid speed as did his tongue, pleasuring both the pharaoh and the storyteller, just as they wanted. Both ladies stretched their backs and howled, white-hot ecstasy coursing through them. It was growing hotter by the second, fueled by his thrusting hips and his tongue.

"AAAAAAHHHH!"

"OOOOOOHHH! MOOORRRRE! MORE, RITSUKA!"

Answering Scheherazade's plea, he flicked his tongue deeper and harder against her clit. All he could see was fleshy pink darkness, but to him, it was a world of sensual pleasure, made up of that and the wondrous taste and smell of the Persian woman's pussy. It throbbed and tightened around his tongue.

"YES! YES! YESSSSS! AGAIN, POUND MY PUSSY AGAIN, RITSUKA! FUCK ME UNTIL I'M NOTHING BUT A BAMBLING, BROKEN MESS!"

Adding to his already amazing track record, he kept up the pressure on Nitocris' pussy, hammering away at it as he'd done before. The pharaoh walls smashed against his thrusting cock, making it go harder and faster. He used his right arm to hold her by the hip, his left held Scheherazade's, keeping the two women somewhat balanced as they bounced atop of him. Their pussies pulsated and grew wet from their growing arousal brought forth by their Master and lover.

In the midst of it, they looked into each other's eyes. As if enchantingly, they fell forward, their hands interlocking followed by their lips. The pyramid was complete

"Mmmmmmmhhh!" Moaned the two dark-skinned beauties. Ritsuka didn't have a view of the steamy lesbian kiss, but he could definitely hear it. That alone was enough to further motivate him. "Mmmmmmmhhhh!" The pair moaned louder into each other's mouths. Their kiss was almost as electrifying as the fucking their pussies were getting.

I….am so…damn…lucky! Thought the horizontal base of the erotic pyramid. He could see it in his mind while he contributed to its eventual crumbling. Ritsuka knew it was coming as his climax and his Servants' were building. Their pussies were tightening on his cock and tongue and his own member was rapidly building up to an orgasmic explosion. "MMMMMMMHHHH!" He shouted as best he could through Scheherazade bouncing on his mouth. Her pussy tasted delicious as it always did, and he was looking forward to her orgasm. His tongue shot directly up into her folds, flickering against her burning walls. It was this one final flick that helped ignite the building inferno; likewise, he made one incredible thrust upward, driving his member deep into pussy.

"RITSSSSUKAAA!" Shouted the pharaoh and the storyteller at the same time.

Cum burst from three exits, two pussies and one member. The pharaoh's love nectar mixed with her Master's, and said Master affectionately licked up the white waterfall gushing from the storyteller's loins. He'd been expecting it and the waterfall didn't disappoint, he didn't disappoint either in filling up Nitocris. Ritsuka heard their lips pop apart followed by them slumping against each other. Their joint orgasm had knocked them for a loop, just as it had Ritsuka. In the midst of it though, he eagerly licked up the cum that Scheherazade was pouring out. He would have been more than happy to drown in her juices, but the Middle Eastern Servant retained some degree of self-awareness. She moved off of him allowing him to breath. He realized he sorely needed the air as he inhaled gulps of it through his cum-filled mouth.

Nitocris gazed at Ritsuka's face as if she hadn't seen it in centuries. She fell forward, letting their lips collide in a sloppy kiss that they both moaned into. Scheherazade lay at their Master's side, watching the messy kiss with parted lips. Her eyes slowly drifted to the pair's waists, still connected. Slowly, she began to crawl toward it.

Feeling Scheherazade's delicate hands, Nitocris lifted her lower body up and moved to the side just a little. She kept on kissing Ritsuka though, who moaned even louder on account of the service being given to his member by the legendary storyteller.

"Mmmmhhhhmmm…aaaaaaahhh…Ooooohhhh, ladies…" The teenager moaned. He wrapped his right hand around Nitocris' waist while his left messaged Scheherazade's buttocks. "Mmmmmmhhh!" Another orgasm came within minutes, Scheherazade taking his juices straight into her mouth. Nitocris silenced his mouth with a passionate kiss, Scheherazade continued to suck his cock, swallowing his semen and then licking his cock clean.

What felt like hours later, she lay back, joining Nitocris in laying beside their Master. Ritsuka wrapped his left arm around her waist and held her close to him as he'd done with Nitocris.

"This is…an awesome dream come true." Ritsuka whispered once he'd finally caught his breath enough to talk.

"Yes, it is." Scheherazade seconded. "A dream that I know we shall never wake from."

"This sacred union…we shall maintain it always." Nitocris declared, snuggling up to her mortal lover. "The taste of victory is sweet indeed, isn't it, Scheherazade?"

"Hahaha, yes, it is. So sweet that I shall never grow tired of it." Reinforcing her words, she leaned forward and pecked Ritsuka on the lips. "Our king, we vow to always remain at your side."

"We shall protect you with our lives." Nitocris proclaimed following after her storyteller friend.

Cheeks blushing red and his member regaining some of its hardness, Ritsuka tightened his hold on both ladies, who returned his embrace. He felt like he was holding two suns in his arms; coincidentally, both Servants felt like they were being embraced by the sun itself.

"I promise I'll protect both of you as best I can." He declared. "As your Master…and your king…and your…"

"Our husband." Nitocris finished for him. She enjoyed the way his cheeks burned even brighter at the classification. Scheherazade clearly enjoyed it as well.

"Husband…" The teenager repeated looking out over the horizon, now colored dark. In spite of that darkness, the stars had begun to shine illuminating the night. Around them, torches had been lit providing their little haven with illumination. "Yeah…that sounds pretty good." Ritsuka mused, much to the pleasure of the ladies in his arms.

He could already see his mom fainting, his father gapping like a fish, and his brother…being somewhere between shocked and amused.

Yep, the future was looking incredibly bright. Chuckling, he kissed the foreheads of the two beauties, his desert beauties.

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Alright, that's one long awaited lemon I can finally cross off my list. It wasn't fun putting this one off, but I'm glad I was able to post it this summer and I hope you all enjoyed it. Unlike my previous threesomes, this one included Ritsuka with what you can say were two distinctively different girls, and by that, I mean two Servant girls who weren't technically sharing one body/appearance. Obviously, I wrote Scheherazade as being the more experienced one since, well, Scheherazade has been married before and definitely knows her way around the bedroom. In contrast, Nitocris never married nor had any romantic relationships in her life, or at least no recorded ones. This was my first time writing her in years; after writing her story, I was inspired by a friend to create my Grand Order lemon series as it exists now.

Personally, I would have liked it if I could post a sequel story for Scheherazade and Nitocris before doing this, but I'm still happy with how things have turned out. Those sequel stories are definitely still on the radar I the future, aaand, maybe I'll do a sequel story to this lovely trio here. As I hinted at in the ending, Ritsuka's family would certainly have some big reactions to him coming home with two foreign beauties who'd decided to have a three-way relationship with him. Just another story to look out for in the future.

That's all for now. I hope you all are keeping safe this summer. Until next time, readers! Hopefully I'll have two more summer-themed one-shots ready, continuing with the next one!