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, or at the blue bird place, NOTTHISWAYQQ~
"Since I am biased," Ritsuka said, clearing his throat, "and would not be able to pick a winner for your contest, I've decided to ask for an impartial judge's help. Alter, if you'd please..."
The Vile King of the Britons stepped up. She had already discarded her fancy black dress, which she wore at the insistence of the horndog of a master all the servants at Chaldea shared, and revealed her pale, slim body encased in fancy black lingerie. "What he means to say is that he begged me like a dog," the woman said, face expressing some degree of disapproval, yet at the same time amusement, as she looked at the two before her.
Caenis and Mordred, they of the sex and gender challenged disposition, who for simplicity's sake allowed their master to refer to them however the hell he wanted, usually depending on what he felt like, who sometimes flopped between the genders depending on what was convenient, but for the most part, both carried such a heavy weight from their identity as men that it had manifested in a pair of magnificent, thick, girthy and long shafts that erupted from their crotches, stretching their black panties to the absolute limit.
It was absolutely that, and totally not a plan hatched by their perverted horndog master and Merlin. No matter how much Ritsuka had enjoyed himself with said towering shafts of undeniable masculinity, he totally hadn't messed with their saint graphs or anything. For sure. Honest.
"Oi, this is unfair!" Caenis said.
Artoria looked at her, yellow eyes glaring intensely. "How so?"
"Yeah, how dare you doubt Father's impartiality!" Mordred countered.
"Well, exactly that, you're the King of Britons, and she is a Briton!" Caenis said.
Alter put her hands on her hips, glaring at Caenis, almost as if accusing her of blatant stupidity.
Ritsuka smiled as he scratched the back of his head. "If you go along with this I'll let you have some of the pancakes Medea prepared for me?"
"You son of a bitch, I'm in!" Caenis said, pointing a finger at her master.
Naturally. Caenis would go quite far for access to some of the legendary confections that the servants with a talent for cooking could create - and, well, almost all of them would make whatever Ritsuka asked for.
"Right, don't lose any more time then," Alter said, gesturing at their crotches. A powerful wave of black and red mana erupted from her sweeping hand, and washed over them. Its power was overwhelming, and for a moment, both of them experienced the fear of anybody whose hard cock passes too close to the jaws of a dragon, the sheer terror that they might lose it that somehow only invigorated their reproductive drive, as their panties were torn off of their bodies almost as if a beast had gripped them in their teeth. "I will devour the two of you."
"Rules are simple! Whoever has the highest count of orgasms caused at the end wins! To make this even more fair," Ritsuka said, "I've brought along this little device created by Da Vinci!" he said, pulling out a small, cylindrical rod that he placed on the ground, which quickly grew into a tall signpost, and then sprouted another rod, giving it a crosslike shape. Three scrolls rolled down from the horizontal bar, each marked with different data about each of the participants.
"Which of you will be my bottom?" Alter asked, arms crossed.
Despite herself, Caenis found her mouth opening to declare that she would be it, but she heard a thump and saw Mordred already on the ground. The tallest servant in the room actually laughed. "Damn that's fast, you'd think she's an assassin with that agility."
Ritsuka chuckled.
Mordred had thrown herself on the mat prepared ahead of time, once more by Da Vinci, for this competition. The entire room, in fact, had been prepared for it, with sound proofing and other such niceties. The entire floor was soft, and the mat in the middle would resist any bodily fluids spilt on it from staining it.
Artoria hummed. "Acceptable," she said, as she eyed Mordred's shaft, before stepping over her waist and quickly, and easily, coming down, one hand holding Mordred in place and the other moving her fancy, lacy black panties to the side, slipping the large cock right up her pussy like it was nothing. A single escape of her breath suggested any sort of disruption to her composure.
"Ahhh, father, father's pussy, father's juicy pussy, it's so hot and wet, it's like it's eating me, I'm melting in father's pussy! This is the best! I could die happy, if it would make father cum!"
"I am not your father, the blue me is," Alter said.
Mordred was too insensate to really answer, lost in her little world.
She then grabbed the back of her panties and pulled them aside to reveal her puckered butthole. As a servant, she didn't need it for its original function, and with the spectacularly well shaped bum that pretty much every iteration of Artoria shared, well, it was not hard to say that it had been repurposed. Artoria glared at Caenis. "Don't waste my time, you will take my anus first," she said. "Do not disappoint me."
Caenis snorted, as she got on her knees behind Artoria. "Prepare to get a real dick up your ass," she said, using her hands to keep Artoria's cheeks spread and her panties out of the way, and then beginning to poke her butthole.
Ritsuka smiled, stepping in, hands covered in lubricant oil, kneeling beside Caenis and massaging her shaft, spreading the clear, jelly-like oil all around her cock.
Caenis grunted. "Fuck, you're way too good at this," Caenis said, wincing.
Ritsuka laughed. "Thanks," he said. "Right, all ready over here..."
Caenis grunted.
Artoria looked unimpressed. "I could've taken her in dry," she said, idly.
"I know," Ritsuka said, leaning forward and kissing the vile king's cheek. "For me?"
"Alright, alright," Alter relented.
Caenis simply chuckled openly. "I suppose even the Vile King has fallen prey to this man," she said, simply.
Ritsuka laughed. Caenis, of course, didn't know that she was more similar to the vile king than she suspected.
Without further ado, the Greek Hero pushed the big fat cock that encompassed everything that was part of the legend of Caeneus, the invincible warrior who had discarded his womanhood after Poseidon had raped him, the power of the invincible warrior conceptually making the big fat dick itself a tool of divinity, such as Caeneus himself had once been.
With the two large cocks, the power of her killer and the power of an invincible hero, both firmly lodged in her sex holes, Alter finally lost her composure and moaned out loud. "B-Better, the two of you might even make me cum yet," Alter said, wincing a little.
"Oh you've seen nothing yet!" Caenis roared, fully immersing herself into the situation, discarding all thoughts of feminity, ignoring the burning hot feeling of his pussy squeezing around nothing, drooling its sex fluids all over his thighs.
Mordred, for her part, was not falling behind. When it came down to it, she could not afford to lose. Once upon a time, she, too, had presented herself as a man for all to see, and had faced no doubts. She had even used her mother's magic and help to lay women to prove her status as a man to be feared. It was that experience and thoughts, that persona, that she drew upon.
Mordred was no longer the servant of Chaldea, but the Knight of Treachery, he whose sole goal in life was to prove worthy of King Arthur's blessing.
Artoria Alter's eyes widened, there was a change in the room almost instantly, as the two decidedly female-bodied servants had an almost radical change in their approach. The Vile King had devoured men, women and everything inbetween alike, but it was a new experience to do it with people who were both, and neither, simultaneously. Their hermaphroditic bodies were the best of both worlds, the hardness of a male, the softness of a female, the stench and musk of both genders, four distinct kinds of arousal flooding her senses, the energy so strong and potent...
It was an all new experience, and then everything changed when the two of them began moving.
Their cocks were big, and they felt immense, like the tools of horses even, as they began gouging out Alter's insides. The two of them seemed to actually have fallen into an odd sort of cooperation, their hands on her body moving about with suspicious synchronicity. One of them held onto her hips and moved her just a bit forward, enough that both of them could pound her holes without issue, and their cocks retracted and pierced all the way to the very deepest spots, almost pressing against one another, making it feel even better as her insides were stimulated in ways they were never meant to be.
The two entities to her back and front pounded her hard, fast and mercilessly, just the way she liked it, a chorus and cacophony of moans from all three people involved quickly overcoming the disturbingly sexy and wet sound of their mating, even going over the sound of their bodies meeting one another, the skin on skin slapping that was so rhythmic it was like a drum beating on each of their ears, setting the pace.
A roar of lust and desire, more animalistic than human, erupted from one of her partners, Alter couldn't tell which, but it was quickly followed by the other one, and soon, she felt both of them hilting themselves as deep as they could go, and she felt their throbbing, thick, girthy tools release an absolutely immense, prodigious load within her, thick, virile seed that took the form of creamy milk, semen, overflowing with sperm. Were they not servants, their cum would be able to repopulate entire villages with ease, it felt so strong and potent.
Panting, Artoria Alter felt Caenis leave her asshole, and she grunted as she pulled herself up, Mordred's cock flopping down onto a trembling body, semen flowing from Artoria's pussy and covering the thick shaft that had just left it.
It only took a moment and a few breaths, but Mordred soon grew stiff once more, nay, even stiffer, thick throbbing cock standing like a flagpole.
Artoria only took a moment to grab at her panties, and tore them off her body, before turning around and lining Mordred's massive meat with her posterior's entrance hole, slamming down and raising her legs, laying her back on Mordred's svelte chest, spreading her pussy lips open, a little more semen gushing out, for Caenis.
The Olympian Hero didn't lose time, at all, drooling already. Little else mattered at this point, it was simply a moment for a beast to feast upon a mate, and Caenis did so by pushing in that big hard cock right into the disturbingly tight, impossibly wet and overwhelmingly hot cunt of a King.
Mordred groaned. "Uggh, fatheeeer..!"
Alter felt Mordred's cock throb within the confines of her tight, world-class ass, and gave the Knight of Treachery the slightest of services, squeezing her muscles to massage that thick shaft, as Caenis lined up with the entrance to her pussy, and then pushed in.
Artoria grabbed at Caenis' breast, the dangling chocolate mountain firm yet pliable. At the same time she moved such that she freed Mordred's head from under her, and pulled the insensate knight into a brutal, one way kiss, more of a claim of ownership than a gesture of love. She then did the same by pulling Caenis down, as the two gender bereft individuals began to lose themselves to their feelings and their lusts, losing their identity bit by bit, becoming little more than beasts, for whom nothing but sex and pleasure mattered.
Being a man, being a woman, nothing mattered - the two of them were cocks, and between them was their claimant, the hole that they were filling.
And so they furiously filled that hole once more, pounding Alter earnestly, with everything they had, once more joining each other in a crescendo of lustful voices, intertwining into a lewd song of pleasure and perversity.
None of them held anything back, all of them furiously melting into each other, cocks going in and out of the holes they were meant for, of the pussy and ass of the King of Britons who took them in like they were meant for her use exclusively. Once, twice, three times, their shafts erupted with thick, white seed, each load as big, if not even bigger, than the last, as the King devoured their entire loads each time, semen spreading as they swapped positions, and the holes they filled, with every ejaculation.
After the first ejaculation, Artoria used her hand to push Caenis off, and when Caenis fell on the ground, back to the mat, Alter was quick to mount the large brown, white-streaked shaft, slamming her hips down on Caenis'.
Mordred moved almost like a puppet, almost leaping on Alter's back, slick cock slipping into Artoria's well used, well lubricated anal passage, the quick and potent thrust actually causing some of the combined semen of the two cocks to overflow as Mordred filled and pluged Artoria Alter's ass.
Their hunger was made manifest, and the lustful trio was quick to return to their previous selves, fucking each other to orgasm once more, Mordred pounding Alter's ass from behind into Caenis' fat cock, and soon enough, another load erupted, and as it did, Mordred pulled back and allowed Alter enough space to turn around, and then the two cocks switched holes, and soon, god back to pounding just as hard, if not harder, again, and again, and some more, there wasn't even time for either of them to get remotely flaccid.
The stench of sex, the sheer lewd energy they exuded, was permeating the room.
A bit tired of the double penetration, Artoria allowed the two cocks to erupt within her one final time, and then removed herself from their midst, getting on all fours. Her mana, overpowering with all the transfer into her that had been going on, manifested almost physically into the claws and power of a dragon, which she used to maneuver her partners into place, Caenis' big fat brown cock right in front of her face, throbbing, covered in pussy juice and semen, both Caenis' own cum and Mordred's. It reeked, of sex, it reeked of woman, it reeked of man. Artoria grabbed it with her left hand, sliding her hand down to the base, and then deepthroated in a single, fluid motion, the entirety of Caenis' shaft, the nine inch monstrosity of a cock disappearing quickly down Alter's throat.
Mordred didn't waste time either, hands on Artoria's hips, desperately humping the King's ass.
Caenis almost howled as the entirely different stimulation provoked an almost instantaneous orgasm, the ridiculously potent orgasm producing an absurdly big and thick load, despite the many, many orgasms Caenis had already experienced, forcing the white haired servant to fall back and rest for a few seconds - just long enough for Artoria to turn around, and do the same to Mordred, deepthroating the slightly shorter shaft with just as much ease, bobbing her head back and forth just a little, kissing the base of the shaft, and provoking another orgasm from Mordred, just as easily.
However, Mordred didn't collapse - and Artoria felt Caenis' hands on her hips at the same time as Mordred's reason fled, both of the homunculus' hands grabbing onto Artoria's head and hair, bunching it up.
Both of them couldn't even speak anymore, mouths open, eyes a bit glassy, as they drooled and simply sought to fulfil their lustful desire, each of them penetrating Artoria from one end, and almost seeming like they wanted their dicks to meet and kiss in the middle. They groaned, moaned, growled, drooled and humped their hips into the King, and both of them ejaculated, again, again and again, sometimes turning the King around between them and trading which hole they were filling.
It felt like the entire day was gone, just fucking each other, until at the end, all three of them laid on the ground, the entire room stinking of semen, an almost sea of the white spunk between them, Artoria being practically covered head to toe.
"Alright, that's the end of it," Ritsuka said, smiling as they returned to their senses, with the cast of his healing spells from his mystic code, recovering their energy.
"Uggh, what happened..." Mordred groaned. "I feel like, ugh, I didn't even know servants could be fatigued."
Caenis chuckled. "Fuck me, I've fought for multiple days on end and not felt this tired..!"
Alter groaned as she sat up, stretching her limbs. "That was almost even good," she said, humming. "I might allow the two of you to warm my bed sometime in the future."
"W-What..." Caenis spoke, looking a bit shocked.
"Father is invincible after all..." Mordred lamented.
"Whatever... what was the result?" Caenis asked, letting out a laboured breath.
"Well," Ritsuka said, looking at the scoreboard on the scrolls from Da Vinci's device. "How interesting. It seems the two of you are evenly matched, as each of you gave Artoria exactly ten orgasms!"
Alter hummed, dabbing at her chin to remove a string of thick semen.
"So... ugh, who's the winner?" Mordred asked.
"How does that even happen..." Caenis muttered.
"Well... Artoria caused each of you to cum sixteen times each, for a total of thirty two, so... she wins?" Ritsuka said, laughing.
The two cock sporting servants looked at each other, and then they laughed.
"Then who's the better lay?" Caenis asked.
"Right, father, who pleasures you the best?" Mordred repeated.
Alter hummed. "Master," she said, simply. "The one who pleasures me best is Master."
And then the two futanari servants laughed. Their rivalry was not yet settled, and the two of them thought of the next challenge that would settle it forever.
Amused, their master looked down from above. His servants really were an entertaining bunch.