Jaune was a fairly dense individual, though not to the extent that many gave him credit (at least in this universe). In this one, while he had no knowledge of Krav Maga, insurrectionist tactics, or how to correctly creampie his mother, he did have enough feeling in his lower body to awake to an extremely pleasant but noticeable feeling. One that he might have continued to sleep through, if not for his nightmare of being eaten alive by a box of Pumpkin Petes while scampering around and trying to escape from an oversized ceramic bowl that was slowly filling with milk (the irony to him was unfortunately lost in the dream realm, never to be found again).
Through the mirage of drear, Jaune's blurry eyes divined a lump near his stomach that rose through the blanket. Jaune (aforementionedly) while not being dense, was a human of the male persuasion and therefore his first thought was that he'd had a sudden bout of some STD from the two women that he'd fucked without a condom (something his mother and father would've both been surprised to hear, and then hesitate between consoling Mordred and Artoria, or berating their son for not being more careful, while simultaneously wondering how much he had paid them) and now had massive oversized balls that would need to have surgery done.
Luckily for Jaune, there had not been a transfer of STDs, though saying there was absolutely no long term effect would be incorrect, as his wallet would be feeling the effects twice fold for the next eighteen years. And, if he was not careful, exercising the greatest prudence, virtue, and forethought… it would be thrice.
And while we choose to peer at Jaune through a sympathetic light, it should be mentioned that this was more of a certainty than Britain's fall.
Jaune lifted the blanket and found Artoria stroking his ego (dick), twirling her tongue around the tip of dick and staring at him all the while. Although the more the grogginess emptied from his eyes, the more he wondered if it was Artoria under the blankets. Her hair was fair, but far lighter than the blonde remembered. Her eyes shared this same quality, not a piercing green but an ironic pale and calming blue, one that falsely mirrored the dangerousness of the owner.
Jaune no longer had illusions that Artoria was the one under the blanket when he peered at her cleavage. The fat tits were a dead giveaway he was dealing with a bogey. Even if she was sucking the life out of him faster than a dead apostle and it felt amazing, he had to exercise caution. It was important that he laid the groundwork that he was in charge and spoke first or else-
"Good morning, husband." The woman said, lifting her mouth off his dick, a string of saliva connecting her lips to his throbbing cock. Jaune gulped.
"M-morning?"
Jaune wanted to throw himself out a window. The stutter haunted him his whole life, usually when he was around extremely pretty women (and she would definitely qualify as such). He wasn't depressed at that moment because he had stuttered, but he because he'd stuttered and looked stupid in front of her. This single interaction, that while the pale haired woman had noticed and catalogued and then soon 'forgotten' about, Jaune would remember for the rest of his life as the moment that he fucked up his first greeting to Morgan Le Fay. Although I suppose you already knew that.
Morgan could see the wince on Jaune's face, and as a good wife does, quickly moved to allay her husband's fears and stress.
Usually with one of her holes.
Before Jaune even had the chance to speak, Morgan's mouth was once again wrapping around him, her eyes never leaving his own even as she gagged on his member, spittle running down his length. He was trying to hold back from cumming but it was becoming more and more difficult to hang on against the raging tide that was Morgan's soft, wet mouth.
Even when he tried to push her away (not because he wanted her to stop, but rather to have her go slower), she pushed onward. Jaune was not the only one aware of his own impending orgasm, and Morgan could see and feel Jaune's balls churning with seed, readying to blast out at any moment. And when the moment was at its peak, and Jaune could practically feel the semen rising out-
Morgan lifted her mouth off his dick. There was thousands of gasps from other worlds, and voices of indignation at the blue balls being presented. Not that Jaune was any different than the audience, and he felt indignation that this extremely attractive, stacked, and overall gorgeous beauty hadn't had the courtesy to finish him off. He was however, having difficulty fishing for words to say, with a fly rod that had no bait and knee deep in Saharan sand, and thus was only able to look indignant, while flapping his mouth (not unlike the animal you'd usually be aiming to catch with a fishing rod).
"I feel that we should become more acquainted before you spill your seed, husband." Morgan said, her voice a lilting and low thing that made the hairs on the back of Jaune's arms stand straight up. She managed to look regal even after sucking his dick, trails of his precum and her own spit still on her lips. Something that she made sure to fix with a handkerchief that she pulled from… somewhere and after using stowed… somewhere once again. "You would not spill your seed on a woman that you do not know the name of, would you?"
"Uhhhhhh…" Was all Jaune said in response, unable to break the truth to her that he'd effectively done that twice. But he refrained from saying anything for two simple reasons. The first was that he was genuinely curious to know more about the one who'd been growing his morning wood, and the second was that he was desperately hoping that she'd cut it down soon. He was as free as Willy, and Morgan had snatched away the blanket when he moved to cover himself with it. Jaune resigned himself to his fate.
"I am Morgan Le Fay, Berserker. And you are my husband, Jaune Arc."
She held out her hand to be kissed, but Jaune misunderstood the open request and took it in his own, shaking it. Morgan's eyes flared briefly, partially out of righteous indignation that someone would thwart her in such a unique manner, but mostly from the lust that was settling in her lower half. The result of her own magic that she'd placed when she first came, and had the unfortunate side effect of affecting the caster.
Not that she minded feeling her body heat up. Her mind was becoming somewhat fuzzier, without the razor sharp edge that she was used to, nor the responsiveness. But for some reason, she didn't mind.
She chuckled, leaving Jaune confused as he took his hand away from hers.
"Well, dear husband. Shall we continue?" Morgan asked. Not that there was any question of his answer, but she went through the motions nonetheless. It was unbecoming for a lady to assault her husband without consent, and the sign of a whore. She conveniently forgot about how Jaune had awoken, as well as her part in it.
"Yes! I-I mean yes." Jaune coughed, trying not to seem too excited.
"Then… you shall be the first man to enter me." Morgan bent the truth, pulling her hips forward, such that she was straddling him, her crotch (still covered by her thin black dress) pressed against his cock that was dribbling with precum and staining her mound. Morgan sighed in anticipation, biting her lip as she rocked against Jaune's member, watching his face writhe in ecstasy. She could tell that he was once again bringing himself to orgasm, and she would not tolerate his seed spilling outside of her. She could have simply slipped him inside, as she was already wet enough, but she thought this was also unbecoming of a wife and lady. Sex was supposed to be slow, sensual. And with the man lying down as the woman led, controlling the act (as a man could not be trusted to hold himself back from ravaging her otherwise).
Jaune was gritting his teeth, actively trying to reach orgasm and push himself as Morgan grinded against him. He didn't want to be blue balled anymore, he just wanted to cum somewhere- anywhere. Morgan had said she would let him enter, but he was having to hold himself back from bucking his hips into her to ensure that she would keep good on her promise. It was taking willpower that he was losing, due to the ramping magic Morgan had placed days ago at this point.
"Do you wish to cum, husband?" Morgan asked him suddenly, lifting her hips up and away from him. Jaune involuntarily whimpered.
"Yeah?" Jaune answered, a little annoyed and more than a little horny.
"Then hold on a little while longer." Morgan said with a smirk, a wry, and tiny smile on her perfect and unblemished face. She continued rocking into him, letting a single finger trace along his molten hot length, teasing him with her fingertip. Morgan could feel him throbbing and yet still waited. Perhaps it was the control she felt, the thrill of power. Perhaps it was the whim of the commissioner, or perhaps…
She was scared of just how fucking big Jaune was. Morgan was internally panicking, wondering how the hell she was going to get through the next few minutes with a husband that had a dick that reached her belly button. She had, of course, seen his penis through the window while she waited for the perfect time to strike, but she had assumed its size was a trick of the light or glass, not that it was actually that huge.
Unfortunately, her Boundary of Lust was about to backfire, as Jaune's willpower began to crumble, its destruction aided by his own (traitorous) libido. Jaune tried to hold on but he just couldn't. It wasn't just the boundary, nor Morgan's pleasant and aching movements against him, her pussy so close yet so far, it was her face flushed red with lust and the unintentional moans that she was letting out. Ones that she didn't even recognize as hers.
And so Jaune grabbed her pale, tiny wrist, and flipped her over. His heart was thumping faster than ever, and his hands shook as he peeled away the part of the dress that covered Morgan's crotch. He spread her legs with minor resistance from her, prying them open with a hand on each of her knees.
"W-wait!" Morgan pleaded, trying to stop him. But Jaune didn't hear a word she said as he slammed all the way inside her, his dick hilting inside her. Morgan gasped, feeling like she could barely breath from how far Jaune was inside her. She could feel- she could see his dick distending her stomach, poking at the entrance of her womb. And it was angry, full, and looking to empty itself. Morgan, for the first time in her life, felt fear. She hadn't planned for this. She wanted to let out a command for him to stop, but all that came out was a deep moan, one that egged Jaune on further.
He did feel a measure of relief from finally being inside Morgan's tight snatch, but he knew the best part was to come. Now that he was finally inside her, though, he was strangely calm. The urge to cum was there, but it wasn't as urgent. And Morgan looked… vulnerable and delectable beneath him, her chest rising and falling quickly. Ripping off her dress (much to Morgan and his surprise, as he had only wanted to push it aside), he started to grope her extremely generous chest. Toying with her large, almost motherly nipples. Mashing his fingers against them, playing with them in his fingertips that only made Morgan moan more, her pussy clenching even tighter around him.
It was Jaune's turn to rock into her, and he didn't hold back. Holding onto her chest, he pistoned into her, his dick punching at the entrance to her womb and breaking the door down further with every thrust. Jaune could feel himself getting closer, and sped up his thrusts. Reaching further and further inside her, her pussy molding to his cock, to become something to be used just by him.
Morgan could feel him getting closer and was babbling from the sheer nervousness. She had wanted to join with her husband on her own terms, not like… not like this. But she didn't want it to stop. She wanted Jaune to pound her pussy into the ground, to wreck her and fill her womb. And although she thought it was impossible, she wanted him to impregnate her. Fill her with his seed and make her his. Mark her.
"I love you, I love you!" She called out, gripping onto the bedsheets as she came around Jaune's cock, finally sending him over the edge as her pussy clenched like a velvet vice around him.
Jaune grunted, his toes twitching as he heaved and pushed all the way inside Morgan, his dick penetrating her womb. Ropes of his seed spilled inside, his aching balls finally allowed a chance to release. And with the help of the boundary Morgan laid down, they just kept pumping. Even when he would've usually been long done cumming, spurts of his seed kept streaming into Morgan's deepest depths and painting her baby room white- to the point that her womb was overflowing and his seed was leaking onto the bed.
Morgan's body was still twitching from the orgasm, and adjusting to Jaune as she lay there, her eggs being fertilized without her knowledge. The rising and falling of her chest began to calm when the flow of Jaune's seed did. She moaned when Jaune finally pulled out of her. It felt like she was… empty now. Although that was nowhere near accurate given the cum dribbling out of her lips. She dabbed a finger against her sex and pulled it back to look at Jaune's potent seed, licking her finger and deciding the taste was acceptable.
She propped herself up on the bed after a failed attempt, her body betraying her. Just as it had when she called out 'I love you' to a man she barely knew. "Forgive my forward display of affection, husband. It was simply the heat of the moment. Perhaps after we get to know eachother better- mmph!"
Morgan's lips were interrupted by Jaunes as he kissed her. For while she had some level of magic resistance, he did not. And so the Boundary had continued to affect him, crumbling his stone will in the same way water did, slowly and with certainty.
Jaune's lips mashed against Morgan's. At first there was hesitation, but Morgan soon gave in and returned his gesture. She couldn't see it with her eyes closed and lips occupied, but she could feel Jaune's member slick with her juices and his semen dragging and staining her stomach with his musk. She wanted to ask him to ravage her. To do what he'd just done but even harder.
But luckily for her, just as the request- no, plead, was about to leave her mouth, he pulled her into an embrace and slid inside her in one smooth motion. His hands moved her up and down on his cock like a sex toy. And her moans were of the same cloth, ones that a whore would make unabashed in their love of the carnal. Ones that if anybody else was in the house, even when wearing noise canceling headphones, would hear. And that was with Jaune's lips catching most of the noise.
Morgan simply couldn't handle her body anymore, having given into Jaune and the boundary. She hungered for more, returning the same intensity that Jaune was imposing on her. She worked her ass and moved up and down on his dick. Wrapped her legs around his back to make sure that he wouldn't pull out and spray his seed anywhere other than her needy, already full womb. Her arms wrapped around him, her need for love and affection too great to allow him to stop.
Not that Jaune had any intention of doing so as he continued to fuck her. He was a machine, and his mind could focus on little else than enjoying her body and making the most of it. Placing his hands on her breasts to squeeze and play with them. Slapping her ass to hear her moans and feel her pussy tighten around him. Teasing her ass with a finger that he was threatening to slip inside and making Morgan's body shiver.
And like all good things, it was destined to come to a head. With one final thrust, Jaune pushed his dick inside and to the back of Morgan's already overflowing womb and grunted. His legs shook as he pumped out even more semen inside her.
Morgan's eyes rolled up and her pussy quivered as she came, her body frying from the pleasure. Her body was filled to the brim with Jaune's warmth, and she loved it. She wanted to feel his seed in every one of her holes, covering her face and body if she could… and she had the peculiar realization that… it was love. Or at least lust.
And so she held him tighter as his balls churned and emptied inside her. Jaune slumped over, and before Morgan had a chance to wonder why, she did as well. The boundary hadn't been feeding off Morgan's supply of mana, as there simply wasn't any on Remnant, or at least enough to use. So unwittingly, she had been supplying the boundary using their mana.
And even in sleep with the two of them embracing each other, Morgan felt… happy. Like she could start something and be happy with it. Or at least those were her last thoughts before passing out.
Artoria snorted awake. She'd been sleeping beneath a tree, though she couldn't quite remember how she'd gotten there. Not unlike when Jaune had awoken, she found a weight on her lap. Confused, she looked down and saw her only son (daughter), sleeping peacefully as she sucked her thumb.
The king's expression softened, and she reached a hand down to fix a wayward piece of Mordred's hair. She figured this must be a peaceful dream, one where she and Mordred were not mortal enemies, with conflict caused by the nature of the bastard's birth, and one where she could freely acknowledge the child she had wanted to cherish and love but could not. Afterall, how else would Mordred be here?
For a few moments, they laid like that. In peace, with nothing to disturb the moment.
Until Artoria actually woke up and remembered. Jaune wasn't in her sight and was vulnerable to enemy servants. Gently setting Mordred aside, Artoria donned her armor with a thought and rushed through the forest in the direction that she thought the Arc house was in. She'd been patrolling early in the morning as a servant does but someone… had put her to sleep. Her memory was foggy, almost like someone had forced her to forget, but she knew that person was familiar. It was someone she had known in life, though she could not remember their name.
Trees shook as Artoria used the mana she'd built up just to reach the Arc house, rushing through the door only to find-
"Good morning, master." Artoria said, trying to act inconspicuous despite the whirlwind behind her. Jaune was sitting on the couch eating a peanut butter and jelly sandwich, looking decidedly confused.
"Mor-" Jaune had to swallow and clear his throat, "Mornin'. I was wondering where you two were."
"I was on patrol, ensuring that there were no enemy servants or hostile forces. The entire time." Artoria said, trying to convince both him and herself that it was the case. Just like she was unable to comprehend that Mordred was standing next to her, after years of training herself to ignore her only child. It was less active ignoring her, and more passively, almost like how the mind trains itself to ignore your nose. Mordred could have literally torn her clothes off and started screaming at the top of her lungs, and Artoria would not have noticed, now that she was fully cognizant.
Jaune looked puzzled and tore half of his sandwich in half, proffering it in the air.
"I appreciate the offer, but-"
Artoria was interrupted by a hand snatching the sandwich, one that she recognized as Mordred's before her mind caught up and erased it from her short term memory.
"Did anything of note happen in my absence?" Artoria asked, settling down in a chair, keeping her armor on for the moment. Jaune looked up and thought for a moment.
"I have a wife now. Aside from that, nothing really."
"I see- a wife?"
"Yeah. Morgan?" Jaune called out. Artoria mouthed the name, knitting her brows together like a skilled seamstress before she glanced across the room and saw her only sister, her only lover (in life, excluding Jaune), standing in the entrance to the room.
"Yes, husband?"
Morgan and Artoria's eyes met at the same moment, both reaching the same coolness and cruelty, killing their emotions. Artoria wanted to speak first, not unlike Jaune had, but couldn't find the words as she grit her teeth.
"Ah, dear sister. Mordred." She said, acknowledging both of them. "I am elated to see your return. And as you can see…" Morgan smirked as she draped herself over Jaune, wearing nothing more than an apron. "I have found my husband."
Artoria rushed towards Morgan, her sword lowered.
A/N: Thanks for reading, and hope you enjoyed the chapter! I really did try to look up dialogue and capture Morgan's character, though I'm unsure how close I was. Even if she was OOC, I hope the chapter was readable and somewhat enjoyable. It's a little bit of a shorter chapter because this commission was technically in the pipeline for a month, and life got in the way- I figured I should finish it here rather than risk yet another month of no content.
Onto reviews/comments:
Not that it was surprising, but it was nice to see people guessing Morgan would be next. If all things go well, there should be a foursome or at least orgy next chapter (so hold out hope that one guy!).
The commissioner was talking about doing Medusa, but not Avenger Medusa. I'll mention it to him.
There was a complaint on AO3 about the jokes being explained, when that's sort of the point. The narrator explains jokes that are seemingly obvious when leaving the more subtle ones (that I'll refrain from mentioning for… case in point reasons) for readers that pay attention to find.
And yeah, Jaune probably wasn't a wimp before Beacon, but it gives a better character arc if he was a wimp and became better.
