Add a bit of Murasaki porn 'artwork', a reddit post from a couple days earlier and a love of star wars (and memes!) and you get...
The woman remained silent. With no answer forthcoming, his palms sweaty and his heart hammering he felt the need to try once more.
"So, what do you say?" she continued staring, her scarlet eyes boring into his. "At least giving it a try wouldn't be such a bad idea, no?" she pivoted on the spot and started to walk away. "T-that wasn't a no?"
His shoulders slumped dejectedly and the last master of humanity's gaze dropped to the ground. With his head downcast and his mood sour he begun aimlessly trotting through Chaldea. An aggrieved sigh left his lips and he bit back several expletives.
He run a hand through his black locks and felt the urge to kick something. Perhaps…perhaps it was time to do what his heart was telling him was right.
Thunder flashed outside.
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In a dark room two figures stood. As the spear of lightning crashed against the ground outside, one of the figure's eyes snapped open, his head almost unscrewing itself from his neck in his haste to turn towards his armored companion.
"Did…did you feel that?" he asked, excitement coloring his normally melancholic tone for the first time in ages. "The time has come! Just as you said it would." the figure bowed his head in apparent submission. "I'm sorry for doubting you, my master."
The ominous figure, gazed outside the window, arms folded. Clad in gleaming plate and with its purple robe highlighted with golden edges he cast a majestic figure.
His head turned and purple eyes examined the contrite redhead.
He stepped away from the window and approached the man, placing a plated hand on his shoulder and giving him a comforting squeeze. "It's alright, my friend," he said. "Everything is proceeding as I have foreseen." He jerked his head in the direction of the room's door. "Now go, I sense his coming. You know what must be done."
The redhead bowed. "Yes, my master."
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The young man, spying the door in the distance, once more felt doubt gnaw at his heart. But he ignored it, after all he was beyond its reach now. He was left with no recourse.
And really, it wasn't even his fault to begin with! How did they expect a healthy teenager to react!
Hell, as memories flashed through his mind, it became clear that everything had begun on practically his first day here.
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The boy gulped, long dark tresses framing a heart shaped, innocent looking face. A figure that could tempt a saint. And a form fitting corset which served more to titillate than to conceal.
"S-Servant Caster, at your service, Master. Please do take good care of me. My name is—"
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"Fufufu, are you my Master, then?"
He gulped at the woman's teasing tone and felt a sudden tightening in his trousers.
"If so, then pleased to meet you once again, my ~Master~ Fufufu~"
As the tall, black-haired beauty stepped off the summoning machine and passed him by, her fingers shooting up and softly teasing his chin. He couldn't help but stare, his eyes and head turning to follow the proud, alluring warrior-woman clad in a skin-tight black bodysuit. And he'd be damned if she wasn't intentionally putting that extra bit of sway on her hi—
Blinking and feeling eyes on him, he raised his head and the woman's ruby eyes stared at him with mirth, before sending him a wink and her swaying doubled.
The boy's cheeks turned crimson, and yet his eyes remained fixed on her ass.
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Startling red eyes nestled by silver bangs with a ponytail behind them, and pouting lips whose movements clued him in to the fact that the gorgeous, kneeling woman was speaking. But it wasn't his fault that he had been distracted. After all those cherry lips, her solemn expression and that tight, tight white exhibitionist dress which masqueraded as the upper half of a kimono and which revealed a generous amount of side-boob. Or her tight dark purple skirt, who was of respectable length yet was digging distractingly into her cleft and had two giant openings to the side, revealing her pale thighs…
"Servant Archer, I have come to…"
Well, how could he not be distracted?!
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Really, this last one had been the cherry on top! The grain of sand that broke the camel's back!
Nodding to himself, as if to assure his own troubled conscience of his decision he knocked, manners maketh the man after all, and with a murmur of "please excuse me." Entered the room. The door eerily slamming shut behind him, thunder flashing once more outside, framing the figure standing by the window in an ominous light.
"So, you've come." The figure turned. "Ritsuka."
Gulping and steeling his resolve the last master approached the man, purple eyes watching him like a hawk.
He came to a stop right in front of the taller man. Determination shining in his eyes.
"Yes!" he cried, the whining, frustration filled tone contrasting harshly with his previous seriousness. "I can't take it anymore! At last, I understand what you were talking about," he said, and bowed his head in apology. "I'm sorry for my past words, Lancelot-san, I see now the error of my ways. Older women truly are the best," he said and a note of pleading colored his voice. "Please teach me! I want, no, need Tomoe-san!" he cried. "And a few dozen others," he added in a hasty murmur.
A smile had started to spread across Lancelot's handsome visage with each word out of the youth's mouth. A smile which by the end threatened to split said mouth in half.
Letting out a pleased hum, the man stepped closer to the boy and slapped a gauntleted palm on the boy's shoulders, nearly driving the boy to his knees while in the knight's eyes joy and camaraderie shone.
"You have done well, to see the light my young friend. And I will, of course, be happy to share with you what I know," he said before his voice took on a faux concerned tone, "but I'm afraid I have to ask. What about Mash?"
Ritsuka's eyes lowered to the side, shame radiating from them. "She…she will understand," he murmured and continued to avoid his gaze before his expression firmed up and with a determined gleam, slammed his knees to the ground. "I pledge myself to your teachings, Sensei. Help me seduce Tomoe!"
A victorious gleam entered the purple haired man's eyes.
"Gooood Ritsuka, very good," he crooned, his voice sounding for an instant just like a creepy old man's. Eerie reverb and all. "The lust for married, and older, women is strooong in you, a powerful Ntr Lord you will make," he said and suddenly the eldritch aura surrounding the armored man vanished. "Rise, my friend," he said making a gesture and even helping the boy on his feet.
His eyes squinted, deep in thought, as he eyed Ritsuka and rubbed his chin.
"You've set a difficult goal for yourself, Master," he said with a grim tone. "But, fret not. It's not an impossible one, near yandere women are difficult, yes. But not impossible." He winked at the hopeful looking boy. "And there are hidden benefits to claiming such a woman, and costs," he quickly whispered in whimper making Ritsuka blink, "namely that once you acquire them, they are unlikely to let go of you."
Seeing the boy frown and the wheels in his head begin to turn, the round table's face of degeneracy, (but by no means its master) hastened to continue.
"Still, as I said. She is a difficult goal, so why not start with someone easier and work up to her?" he said and gave a lecherous smirk. "After all, there's bound to be other beauties who've caught your eye before?"
The blushing teen had difficulty meeting his eyes once more. "W-well, m-maybe," he stammered. "I certainly wouldn't be averse to getting to know better—"
At the list of names, Lancelot merely nodded and a feeling of pride welled up in his heart. Is…is that what it felt like to have a son?
Some distance away, a certain girl twitched and in a masterfully, and unconsciously, executed mana burst —which even Artoria would give a nod of respect at— exploded out of her bed, now wide awake. Wrecking said bed in the process.
Back in the room bathed in twilight, Lancelot, coming to a decision, crossed his arms and nodded.
"Ok, here's what will you do, go and do what we've already discussed," he said and his eyes sharpened as if in warning, "say exactly—"
Ritsuka listened aptly to his newfound mentor's words.
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Stepping into the quiet room, he, with a smirk that still felt out of place, but which Sensei assured him would become natural in time, approached the desk and the woman sitting behind it. His steps echoed across the wooden beams underneath his feet. Startling the black-haired woman out of her reverie and making her blink at him with surprise.
"Ah! Master, w-welcome, how can I help you?" Chaldea's librarian asked with a sweet smile while placing the book she'd been reading on her desk, and in the process making her boobs jiggle.
Ritsuka's eyes zeroed in on the source of man's hope and dreams before, with a mighty effort of will he tore his eyes away from the two massive orbs and approached the woman. Coming to a stop in front of her desk and, smiling just like Sensei had instructed, slammed his palm on the wooden top, leaning in, just so and giving her a smoldering look.
"I simply realized that we…don't know each other as well as we should," he purred and with a wink reached out with his other arm, taking the wide-eyed woman's own into his and raising it to his lips. Giving it a chaste kiss. The taste of her skin on his lips and her sweet scent sending his engine roaring. "So, I thought, why not rectify the issue, Ritsuka," he said with a bravado that was becoming less false by the second as a soft, pleased and hungry smile started to spread across Murasaki's lips. Just as Sensei said it would.
"Arara~"
Her words sent shivers down his spine, the milf opening her mouth to reply, his eyes drawn in to her pouty lips.
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The sound of the ongoing clash outside the room made him frown, but still he remained where he was. Not moving an inch from his spot by the window.
At the toe-curling scream a second later, the voice begging for mercy, followed by the mighty 'clonk' sound of a heavy cross shaped metallic object landing on the recipient's head. Lancelot felt his fingers unconsciously twitch in panic.
Firming his expression once more and quieting his limbs he waited, patiently, just like a Dark Lord in the heart of his realm should. For what had he to fear—
The wooden door exploded off its hinges behind him, shattering into a million tiny pieces, some of which, he felt pelt his cape behind him.
"Here you are, father." At the sound of the young girl's voice cold sweat broke across his brow, before he quenched it in the cold depths of his mind's lake, a lake so much like the one where he grew up.
He turned around, an arrogant smirk, so as to mask his terror, spread across his features. "Here I am, daughter," he said and spread his arms, and as the woman started to approach him, Lancelot smirked. For she had fallen right into his trap!
With a victorious laugh he leaped backwards, intending on using his emergency escape.
Sadly, it was not to be.
For Mash, in a feat of speed and precision which was akin to the skill displayed by another shield bearing man in another universe, flung her massive slab of iron, serving as her shield. The magical metal flying through the air far faster than it had any right to and wedging itself perfectly between the wall and the window. Cutting of the man's escape and making him land into said shield with a pained groan.
"If so powerful you are, why leave?" his daughter asked with a dangerous glint in her eye, approaching him and popping her knuckles.
The purple-haired man stood, a whimp— valiant grunt leaving his lips.
"You are too late, Mash! You will not stop me! But even if you do, Darth Ritsuka will become more powerful than either me or Tristan!"
Mash lunged for the man, with Lancelot hastily evading her charge, smirking at the girl before noticing that it was a faint. The girl merely aiming to re-acquire her shield. His skull and body, well acquainted with the weapon and remembering quite clearly their past…meetings cried out in terror.
"Faith in your new apprentice, misplaced may be, as is your faith in the Ntr side, father," spat Mashu, and Lancelot knew pain.
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Gasping, short of breath and with his knees and arms trembling. Ritsuka managed to drag his aching body to the door, grasping and holding on the door frame for dear life.
Sensei…had not prepared him for this! How the hell was he supposed to survive horni of that magnitude! The woman's thirst was enough to drink the Atlantic! Not even his training with Leonidas and Shishou could prepare him for something like— Heh, Shishou…
At the memory of the all but naked Celtic woman's thighs a doopey smile formed on the last master's lips, already dreaming of conquering the alluring milf next.
Sadly, his moment's inattention had dire consequences.
"Ara~rara? Ritsuka-chan, what are you doing over there, I'm this way silly," the librarian behind him said. Making Ritsuka freeze and mechanically turn around his face pale as a sheet of paper. Watching the woman, laying on the desk and gazing at him as she stretched her curvaceous body in an exaggerated manner which halted his brain and drew his eyes like a magnet does iron to her private and very much exposed spots.
A victorious and pleased smirk spread across the woman's lips at his reaction and she closed the distance with her hips swaying.
Gently wrapping a hand around his wrist, her other scratching at his chin in a seductive manner she gazed into the whimpering boy's eyes with a lust filled gaze and tugged him back into the room.
"I…I need an adult."
A smile similar to a spider's after finding the juiciest of flies caught in her web spread across Murasaki's lips.
"Fufufu, I'm an adult, dear," she purred.
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The sound of a door creaking open caused the spent youth to blearily crack open his eyelids.
He felt like he was but one step away from Eresh-chan's realm, yet, gazing downwards from where he lay buck naked on the desk and the soft warm hand wrapped around his midsection, he found he cared little. Turning his head and gazing at the softly snoring beauty holding him against her, Ritsuka decided that he might have been a tad hasty in complaining. Sensei truly knew best—
"Master."
The sound of the newcomer's voice snapped his tired mind back to the present and drew his eyes.
Gazing upwards, his eyes met familiar ruby ones. Silver-haired, a heart-shaped face and clad in a red button up shirt and a black skirt. The stoic face of Nightingale gazed down at him.
He winced but within the privacy of his mind a feeling of relief welled up within him. She would no doubt scold him, of course. But she would also help him and give him some much-needed electrolytes!
"It is good you are naked," she said and made the youth blink.
"Eh?"
"For after some time spent pondering your earlier words, I decided that indeed there is merit to them," she said and a sense of panic started growing in Ritsuka's heart. "I would very much like to become your, paramour," the head-nurse said with the faintest dustings of red on her cheeks. "After all, even if it wasn't me, per say, I did hear the fact that you won my simulator self's hand."
Ritsuka's eyes became as wide as dinner-plates and he scanned his surroundings in a desperate search for an escape path.
A hand suddenly clenching around his midsection made him pause and pale.
"Oh my~! That will make for an excellent book," said the flushed and wide-awake librarian holding onto him. "Do you have any objections to sharing, Madam Nurse?"
A hope bloomed in his heart.
"No, I do not." Nightingale said with a shake of her head. "In fact, I find it quite agreeable, for it will be easier to keep Master's, no doubts voracious, appetites sated."
At the no nonsense tone in the nurse's voice, Murasaki merely tittered.
"Indeed," she said and eyed the whimpering youth with fondness. "Young men after all are so, virile," she purred.
Nightingale said nothing, merely staring into Ritsuka's pleading visage as she begun undressing, lust shining in her normally expressionless eyes.
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"I hope we won't need to have such a talk again, father," the girl said. Before turning around and starting to make for the door.
"Wait."
At the sound of his voice, she paused by the door-frame, turning to gaze at his bruised form with an arched eyebrow.
"What is it, father," she said with a sniff. "I need to go rescue, Senpai, so if it's an apology, make it quick."
A laugh bubbled out of him, making his bruised ribs ache, causing the girl to scowl.
"You say that, but we both know it to be a lie. You could have left much earlier, excuses of 'watching over me' aside," he said grinning and suddenly the shielder had difficulty meeting his eyes. "You proclaim us to be the degenerates, yet you, daughter of mine are no better." He shook his head in mock sorrow. "Oh, where did I go wrong, raising a voyeur."
Mash's face turned crimson and she hurled her shield at Lancelot.
"S-shut uuuup!" she cried, eyes closed in shame.
"Hrk!" with a heavy 'clonk' the man joined the land of dreams.
Her face flaming, the girl retrieved her shield and started making her way towards where she could feel her Senpai, whom, according to their connection was engaged in a bout of vigorous exercise.
If need be, she would, help him of course. But only after, carefully checking the circumstances, thoroughly. Her breath started coming in short pants as her imagination started running wild with what she might glimpse and a lecherous giggle escaped the girl's lips.