A/N: Remember you can always find me and see even more of my content, and see it earlier than anywhere else, over by a certain site that rhymes with Rate On, or a site known for its rather questionable questing practices, under the same name~
Working in Chaldea was a dream job for many. Good pay, good security, good benefits, oh, and you got to survive the end of the world. Can't forget about that last one. Even gave you a chance to help bring the world back from destruction!
For Morbos der Glott, it was even more of a dream, for he was a man for whom sex defined his existence. Tall, well muscled, dark skinned, blond and with a roguish, cocky smile, he was probably the nightmare of many a man. He was determined and dedicated, and he was absolutely not about to give up on his objective and goals.
And his objective?
He looked angrily, as the master of Chaldea, the arguably most important person in Chaldea, a boy who could not look any more generic if he tried, went out on a rayshift picnic with the almost identical twins that were the servants Ereshkigal and Ishtar. Both of them were beautiful, and they reminded Morbos of his time in the Clocktower, they reminded him of a beautiful asian girl whose short, fluttering skirt had caught his eye once or twice.
Those two were his objective.
And the moment the master was on one of the material gathering missions that he was so fond of...
Morbos struck.
He was easily able to hijack the servant controlling system. The Saint Graphs were almost so undefended that it was a bit insulting how easy it was to write himself in as their contracted master - the systems of Chaldea were deliberately designed to be easy to use in an emergency, and a situation like the master having so many servants contracted to him was unexpected.
As soon as it was done, he retreated to his room, and summoned them out of their saint graphs, and they came out pre-modified, in the red latex bondage outfits he'd made for them. Their modest chests were exposed, and leather anklets, bracelets and collars with metal rings to hook leashes on to were reducing their mana output.
Morbos grinned to himself, as he readied to enact his terrible plans-
And then the contract was broken.
"Seriously?" Ishtar asked. "We're goddesses you dolt, we're only subservient to Master because we want to be," she said. "Neat outfit, though. I can't wait to show it to Master."
The blonde, Ereshkigal, was red faced. "Seriously!? How much of a whore can you be!?"
"I'll have you know, I am no whore, I am a slut," Ishtar responded.
"W-what, what's the difference!?" Ereshkigal protested.
Ishtar grinned. "Whores charge, I do it for free," she said. Then her red high heeled boot was near Morbos' face, and before he knew what was happening, it landed on his crotch. "I'll reward you for this cute and lewd outfit," she said.
Morbos gasped in horror as he realized he'd made a horrible mistake.
Ishtar grinned, while Ereshkigal crossed her arms to cover her chest.
Morbos couldn't do much of anything as the goddess began grinding her boot on Morbos' naked cock. "Good size, nice stiffness... You might make a good side man," she said.
At that, the blond ladies' man was confused. "What!?" he was surprised.
"Seriously, I'm a goddess of fertility," Ishtar said, rolling her eyes. "And master has more than a hundred women vying for his attention."
Ereshkigal sighed. "She's right, you know," she admitted, scratching her cheek. "You know if you'd just asked, she would just have sex with you, right? She's gone through most of the male employees and... probably like half the female ones too..."
"What," Morbos' gasp cut himself off, "seriously!?"
"Yeah," Ishtar said. "A lot of servants will. Did you never try asking!?"
Morbos was a bit... embarrassed to admit the thought hadn't even crossed his head.
"Well, the way you went about it probably will get you killed sooner rather than later," Ishtar said, raising her leg, placing it on his chest, and pushing him on his back, laying him down on his bed, then straddling his waist. "Which would be a shame. Tell you what... if you can come up with more outfits like this one, I won't tell anyone about what you did, and I'll even let you cum inside."
Ereshkigal rolled her eyes. "I'll go find master."
Ishtar giggled.
For her part, the blonde sighed. Her sister was a slut, but she had the right idea. Lewd thoughts filled the blonde goddess in a mortal body. This outfit really was amazing.
She opened the door to her master's room, and laid down on his bed, her face buried on his pillow, as one of her hands snaked down to her crotch, exposed by a strategic cutout that revealed her hairless pussy to the world. She was already getting excited, as she sniffed at Master's pillow and thought of what the man himself would think of her, if he caught her masturbating to his scent.
"Would he think I'm a lewd girl?" she asked herself. "I can't help it... master... I'm a lewd goddess~!"
She gasped, as the ghost sensation, her connection with Ishtar, invaded her body. The connected saint graphs, thanks to the idiot's modifications, would only last so long, but until they went away as her saint graph repaired itself, she merely enjoyed the phantom feeling of a large penis splitting Ishtar's lower lips. The ghost hands caressing her breasts surprised her, and the sensations compounded on one another.
Ishtar's own hands were finding quite a few things to grab onto and play with, and it also gave Ereshkigal a tingly feeling in her hands.
She couldn't wait for Master to come back, face planted on her master's pillow, inhaling his scent, masturbating to the feeling of her sister and other half having sex with a man who wasn't their master.
"Master... come back soon, otherwise I'm gonna do something I'll regreeeet," she pleaded, as she felt her pussy squeeze around a cock that wasn't there. "Damn you and your slutty body, Rin Tohsakaaaaa, why are you such a lewd mortal!" Ereshkigal screamed as she was forced to orgasm by Ishtar's own orgasm, as she felt the phantom sensation of getting cum poured directly into her deepest parts.
Ereshkigal gasped for breath. At least it was over, almost nobody could go for-
Ereshkigal's oversensitive pussy felt the throbbing cock splitting Ishtar's lips... and a second, slightly more familiar cock, splitting her ass, caused Ereshkigal to go cross eyed.
"You, you damn sluuuuuut!" Ereshkigal protested, as her unguarded, defenseless ass quivered at the unexpected assault, coming from a psychic connection with another woman. "And damn you master for indulging her sluttyyyyy boddddyyyyyyyy!"
At least, Ereshkigal mused, the feedback loop of pleasure was likely ruining Ishtar's image as an unconquerable seductress. In that regard, she at least thanked Morbos for some of his modifications. The knowledge that she was forcing the Ur-Slut to cum again and again and again in their shared orgasms. Ereshkigal's gasping for breath was interrupted as she felt a cock slipping down the back of her throat.
It seemed Morbos had called reinforcements. Ereshkigal wished him luck.
She knew, unfortunately, that Ishtar would outlast all of them. As much as she wished that someone could teach the girl a lesson or two, most of the servants who could put her in her place at all were almost permanently busy and in high demand as it was. For a moment, she dearly wished Fergus was a less polite man.
And then a second cock split Ishtar's ass, and caused Ereshkigal to orgasm and squirt all over Master's bed, and the blonde goddess' thoughts turned to wanting the King of Knights to lend her Dun Stallion for... a couple of hours. A day at most. She was sure the King of Knights would understand the necessity of teaching the goddess of fertility a lesson in restraint...
The door whistled open, and in walked Master, and Ereshkigal moaned. "Masteeeeeer," she moaned.
Fortunately, no questions were asked, no thoughts were needed, and Master's pants were off within second.
At last, the oasis in the desert was here, and Ereshkigal decided to begin fighting back against Ishtar's relentless assault of pleasure.
The Master's grin was a bit distressing, though, as he lined up his dick with Ereshkigal's winking butthole.
"Wait, that's not the-"
Ereshkigal would have no less wild a night than Ishtar, as she wailed at the intrusion to her asshole, feeling overstuffed and overfull, the master's reasonably sized cock feeling like a massive rod of red hot iron spreading her asscheeks, at once tremendous pleasure and the sting of pain that only made it even better.
The Master leaned down until his mouth was level with her ear, and licked at her earlobe, and Ereshkigal shivered in place.
For a moment, Ereshkigal had wondered if it'd feel good to do what Ishtar did, to have sex with any and all men who caught her eye, and had sex to get what she wanted...
And then she realized, as her master's lips met hers, she already had what she wanted...
And if she was curious, as she felt dicks on every one of her holes at the same time as she was in the warm and loving embrace of her master, well... she might have to give this telepathic link thing a fairer shake...