This chapter is pure smut, though as usual I'm inserting a few real plot lines in this one. Read and enjoy at your own risk.
Tags: Handjob, edging, futanari.
JhosyLephor: Thank you very much! BTW, the next chapter will be pure (somewhat) smut, if that's to your liking. Spoiler alert!
"Undress me, Altria."
This succubus-like voice almost made her automatically follow it, but the younger princess stopped her body at the last second with sheer willpower, asking, "A-A-Are you sure about this, S-S-Sister…?" Her stutter was only matched by how hard her entire body was shaking, both in excitement and nervousness.
"Morgan, is Arthur alright?"
Earlier, several firm knocks on the door were followed by Kay's unusually-worried voice. Despite how they normally interacted with each other, this verbal-only bully actually cared a lot about the people in the party, showing the qualities of the knight he's supposed to become after his father retired. Sir Ector's voice wasn't heard, but the heavy footsteps precluding all of this indicated he's silently following behind his son, observing everything for his report back to Uther, as usual.
"He's resting right now; stable," Morgan easily half-lied, since it was true her younger sister required some time to sort out her feelings. "I'm going to standby in this room, in case he needs anything."
"Oh, okay, then."
A soundproofing, vibration-proofing Bounded Field silently erected across the walls of this room, guaranteeing whatever evils Morgan had planned for Altria didn't make a single peep.
"I told you before, didn't I? About how girls like are prepared not to be ourselves, but be presented around for men to shop?" Morgan said as casually as possible, still plucking Altria's strings. "I received… training how to please men, though because my instructor was Master Merlin, perhaps it's not… orthodox." Ignoring the look of horror returning to Altria's eyes – all intentionally baited out – she continued, "Boys like you… erm, young people with cocks like you, I mean, should also be taken to the red-light districts to gain some experience. It won't do for a high-ranking official to be too weak to women."
"B-B-But…"
Morgan made a show of extreme disappointment at Altria's hesitation. "…I see. Even after everything you've sullied me with, when it comes down to taking responsibility, you're just like any other man." She turned her gaze away, injecting just a touch of bitterness in her voice. "Used me, then threw me away once you're done. Typical."
"N-No, I'm not…"
"Aren't you doing it now? If you still have it in your heart to go against my simple words, even with the soul geas active, then it's insubordination," Morgan pointed out. "You have to become someone who can kill me without hesitation if I order it, Altria. Or are your words earlier nothing but lies?"
- …
When Morgan finished, Altria couldn't really say anything back. The velvet-like binding around her soul prevented her from going further than this… which was already much freer than past victims she'd heard of. They were typically forced to end their lives the instant the thought of betrayal crossed their minds, with their consciousness able to do naught but watch as their own limbs ripped their own hearts from their chests. Of course, there's no way she'd even think of her older sister that way, but this request…
With trembling hands, Altria reached out towards the bottom of Morgan's tunic.
They were already out of the bathroom by the time Kay checked in, sitting side-by-side on the bed. A few minutes ago, Altria's mind was still in the heavens from Morgan's kiss, with the realization and feeling of success dawning some time later. Thus, her head was still high on dopamine, making her knees weak and arms noodle-y.
"Nh…"
Even more so when her fingers inadvertently brushed Morgan's bare hips, earning Altria her older sister's cute moans.
Instead of feeling embarrassed, however, Morgan calmly enjoyed seeing Altria's reactions, patiently giving her instructions unlike her stiff tone from before. "Go ahead," she said, lifting her arms fully vertically upwards to make her point. "For our first lesson, I won't instruct you how rough or gentle you have to go. Just do what feels right. Your [Instinct] isn't just for battle, you know," she teased further.
Now, unlike what princesses usually wear during travel, the two Pendragon sisters were both undercover and too stringent with their quest rewards to spend on aesthetically-pleasing clothes. They might indulge every now and then, but the first priority must always be durability, then comfort, then style.
Hence, the garb Morgan was wearing as daily wear was drab grey sleeveless one-piece dress going down her mid-thighs, made from overly-thick plain tartan. The only 'fashion' she's wearing was a travelling hat with ear flaps, coloured a touch darker but similarly drab as the rest of her outfits, such as arm sleeves and stockings. If one was careless, she might be described as dressing up like a street urchin instead of a powerful magus, though there's enough details to ensure there's no misunderstandings – such as cleanliness, how even the wear-and-tear was, form-fitting tailor-made cut, etc.
This choice extended even to her underwear, which was as unisex as possible. Both so she'd never encounter availability problems… and so she and Altria could simply share, since they're of similar size and built. They're not for delicate girls like her to wear at all, and once upon a time, Altria's goal was to collect enough money to buy her sexier underwear… before her face boiled over and she nearly fainted from the image surfacing in her head. This was also the reason she had such an easy opportunity to steal, sniff, and masturbate to those fabrics when it's her turn to do laundry, because no one would be suspicious seeing her holding her older sister's underwear.
Altria felt like her arms were boneless, as no matter how much focus she put into it, all which occurred was a feeble effort to lift an admittedly-heavy piece of cloth over her sister's torso and head. Still, she persevered when she saw Morgan was patiently observing her with a small smile, any trace of her previous scolding mood gone.
She hated herself. Why was she so weak when it counted? What kind of knight was she aspiring to be? One who hid behind her queen when an enemy attacked? One who required her older sister to shield her with her own body?
Biting her lips, she pulled up with a yank, knocking Morgan's cap off onto the floor.
…then, she was frozen into nervous silence. She didn't know where to put her eyes, now her secret fetish was out, completely unlike the lustful abandon those green orbs used to devour Morgan's nakedness hungrily from hiding. Her gaze first landed on the still stocking-clad legs, before the sudden transition between the dark clothing and pale skin around her hips became irresistible for her.
- Pa.
She felt a pair of palms cradle her jaws, forcing her vision upwards and onto the completely naked upper torso of her older sister, Morgan having cast aside the modest, stomach-covering undershirt a few moments ago. Altria's face trembled, before her lips parted in anticipation when Morgan's own drew closer with a small smile.
- Chu.
"Nervous?"
"Y-Y-Yes…! Very much so…" she whispered out, her tongue extending out, still wanting to engage more along the saliva bridge forming between their lips.
"Leave everything to me, then… Ufufufu," Morgan chuckled at Altria's half-lidded eyes, the latter still not realizing how sharp a pitched tent she's forming down below, standing proudly against the rugged pants. "Is this much nakedness fine with you…? Or should I take off-"
"NO! THIS IS ENOUGH!" Altria rushed to exclaim, far louder than she first intended, causing her to clam down in embarrassment. "Uuu… S-Sorry…"
"Then, you undress."
"Urk…"
Altria forcibly swallowed a solid lump down her throat, her hands trembling even more compared to before, if that's possible.
Seeing this hesitation, Morgan's expression became impatient. "Stand in front of me, and show me everything of you, much like how I've bared myself to you in your… peeping sessions," she ordered, making her little sister flinch. She was pleased how mere minute changes of expression could control Altria so precisely, however.
The younger girl immediately shot to her feet, as if a compulsion Magecraft had been cast upon her. She stood right in front Morgan, who was relaxed and sitting while crossing her legs, eyes fixated on whether she'd follow the command or not.
Naturally, as 'Arthur', she dressed as boyishly as possible, given her figure wasn't as curvaceous as her older sister, who'd be instantly identified as a crossdressing girl if she so chooses to wear these manly clothes. Her much shorter hair – only held in a rough ponytail, and brushing her upper back if let loose – also helped, though she was often in a dilemma whether to build bigger and tougher muscles so she could protect her sister better, since that would indeed made her… say, quite imbalanced in appearance. Still, they were twins, and Altria had lost count the amount of times both her peers, seniors, and opponents teased her as a 'pretty boy', making her disguise even more difficult without Morgan's Thaumaturgical help.
She scrunched the hem of her run-of-the-mill shirt, crossing her arms, before yanking all the layers of her upper wear off, not caring if this might tear some of their seams. Unlike Merlin's or Morgan's Spiritron Dress which they cladded themselves with before every battle, Altria simply wore the most durable squire clothing available. While this certainly wasn't cheap and showed the siblings' actual wealth, it had little-to-no flourishes whatsoever… and also very difficult to repair, because her clothes were sown with as little seams as possible to prevent cuts and stabs unravelling large parts of them by accident. Hence, they're actually quite difficult to disrobe quickly, but Altria naturally was in a haste, her body burning with an imaginary flame even hotter than her surname implied.
Similarly quickly, she slid off the stuffy, thick travelling pants she's wearing, regretting not wearing the battle tartan she usually did today halfway through. The bow holding her ponytail in place was torn off when she cast aside her upper garments, letting her hair fall and frame her face, though she was too distracted to care some strands were blocking her vision. She had thought of continuing her nakedness after the bath, thinking so lowly of herself she shouldn't be allowed such privilege after shaming herself and insulting her sister by her voyeurism, but Morgan told her to do so.
It felt a bit weird getting naked once again so quickly one after another, though strangely, the sensation rushing through her body was remarkably different. Gone was the shame, sadness, and suicidal despair, replaced by a rush of excitement after part of her sins were vindicated by Morgan's willingness to at least keep her around, instead of banishing her back to the Castle Camelot and breaking all ties – as she should be doing, according to normal customs. There were foreign cultures out there where such perverted acts were expected, and the women subjected to that should be honoured, but Britannia certainly didn't hold such a custom. It did grow a large group of forward and independent women, though, so perhaps that idea had its merits, since it at least gave them some control over the situation by showing their skin to the select few men they acknowledged and respected.
- Gulp.
Morgan had to resist copying Altria's nervous swallowing from earlier.
This body was to be designated [Maiden], completely unlike her planned clones with specialized emotional processing capability. This was her main body… which, of course, had the whole spectrum of emotions available to her. A selfish, hypocritical, bipolar, and complex woman who could change her face as often and as drastically as she changed clothes. Someone who hated Altria to the bone a mere few weeks ago, and someone who could lust after the same person today. Someone who could callously chose to manipulate her real younger sister and enslave her for eternity, and someone who wanted nothing more than allow the latter to take her precious virginity away, whispering sweet nothings into each other's ears all night long.
Someone who could kill, and someone who could love just as intensely.
These contradictions weren't unknown to her, but they were becoming somewhat unmanageable. This was the main reason she planned on exploring her [Transference] Origin and creating clone after clone, because her existence, Morgan Pendragon, was someone chosen by Britannia itself… without having a vessel strong enough to contain it. Altria was unlike Morgan, who was chosen by [Fate], so she could solely focus on becoming the person – or king – she wanted to be.
Altria shivered under her sister's heated gaze, though she at least didn't instinctively cover her delicate parts like a virgin. Her breasts, which had started swelling recently into a womanlier shape – though still far from Morgan's – were flushed with blood and graced with erect nipples, while her small, thin cock was standing up proudly, the crimson tip still partially covered by foreskin, though precum was already starting to pool out. Her childish vagina was still nothing but an impregnable tight slit, covered nicely by her smooth scrotum and tender balls, though like her male part, it's starting to moisten and drip. Her shoulders and legs were set apart as much as she's brave enough to, knowing her sister would be displeased if she acted like a coward again. "I…I-I'm done, Sister."
"I can see that." Chuckling at Altria's scowling, silent reply, Morgan ordered, "Come closer."
"Yes."
The most crucial thing in controlling someone as perfectly as possible, ironically enough, was making them think they're still in control of themselves. Even the slightest inkling of authority or figurative binding would lead to thoughts of rebellion and yearning for freedom, such as what Pandora went through. There's no reason to forcibly apply mind-controlling Magecraft onto Altria's mind – her innate Magic Resistance notwithstanding – because sooner or later, either she or a third party would be very interested in breaking free.
Hence, manipulation on an emotional level was often the most successful, long-lasting, and reliable. It's hard, though. Much easier to go with the former option, especially when dealing with horny, unstable teenagers. Morgan certainly wanted to.
After all, she knew all these details… because she's under one herself. This was what Alaya was doing, as lifeless and inanimate as it was. Both through the spotty information it gave Merlin and her, and through Sirius. Walking down a path of salvation, maybe, but there's no denying it's one someone else paved for her, and not her own. Even her original path, the one she thought to belong to her and her alone, was no more than [Fate] pulling the wool over her eyes.
"Tss…!" Altria hissed when she kept moving forward until her cock was close enough she could feel Morgan's breath on it. However, the thrill of having her older sister reacting to this vicinity was quickly quashed when Morgan kept looking at her with a level expression. "W-What should I do next, S-Sister…?"
"Oh, just stand there. I have to measure you," Morgan coolly replied.
"H-Huh?!"
"Fufufufu… What were you expecting? For me to do exactly what you protested against and screamed at me at earlier? Prove you're exactly what I was accusing you of?" Morgan laughed, genuinely this time. "…well, I may just do so… if you ask nicely after this. For now, it's time for your Spiritron Dress."
Altria blushed furiously at how easily her thoughts were visible from her face, full of anticipation from the arousal.
Without warning, Morgan disappeared from right in front of her eyes, but before she could panic and start looking around, a very familiar pair of hands clamped down gently upon her shoulders. "Spread your arms, my lovely sister," Morgan whispered down her ear, causing the hairs on the back of her neck to rise.
The younger Pendragon did as she was told, showing Morgan her slightly muscled arms, lifted perpendicular to her body, a gently curving figure as her hips widened with age, and pert buttocks. Morgan carefully ran her fingers across Altria's skin, going down from her shoulders to her smooth armpits, causing the little sister to jump, a tad ticklish. Then, those fingers went vertically down her ribs, feeling the surprisingly firm flesh there, then down to the taut sides of her stomach.
Of course, Altria didn't believe Morgan's words for a second. First, they had roughly the exact same measurements bar their breast circumference, so a Spiritron Dress based on the latter's own should do fine. Besides, a clothing made from Magecraft should have an autofit feature, warping itself into not just a form-fitting size, but a skin-tight one instead. The prime example was Merlin's plain black one-piece undergarments, which was the fusion of a long-sleeved shirt and scandalously short pants, leaving little to the imagination. Belying its apparent thickness, this was actually the succubus's main defensive garment, and breaking through this flimsy black piece of cloth was harder than piercing Castle Camelot's walls.
Altria would know. She'd tried. Then got a blast to the face for her efforts.
She might have great Magic Resistance, but Merlin counterattacked with a Mana byproduct, not magic energy itself, so Altria ate that one squarely, much to Morgan's amusement.
Thus, what her older sister was doing now should be… What's it called? Foreplay?
Well, compared to Kay's usual bullying, this kind of teasing wasn't bad…
"Does this feel good, Altria?" Morgan sweetly asked from behind, earning a furious nod from her younger sister. "Then, relax…"
She patted Altria down – her shapely buttocks, her muscled thighs and calves – before returning atop the bed right in front of her younger sister, clasping the latter's beet-red face in her palms. "Thank you for finding the courage to look at me in the eyes, Altria," Morgan cooed, staring deep into those green eyes which was the exact same shade as hers. "You are my pride and joy, my knight, my sister…"
A shift in Altria's eyes, from arousal to infatuation, from determination to fanaticism. 'Thank you for being so easy, as well,' Morgan internally chuckled.
- Chu.
Compared to the hot, sloppy kiss Morgan instinctively engaged Altria with in the bathroom, this one was chaste. Perhaps too close to being familial, if only it wasn't their lips and tongue being locked together with great tenderness.
- Chu. Rero. Chu. Rero. Chu. Rero.
Altria's breath hitched, caught, and stopped consecutively, repeating cyclically in the hands of her older sister, her shame of her naked state completely forgotten in favour of the enchantingly sweet taste invading her mouth. Saliva shouldn't taste like this, but she didn't care! Didn't care in the slightest!
She felt her tongue was too stiff at the start. Too indecisive, too passive. Yet, as always, her beloved older sister was there to teach her patiently. As her lips parted ever so slightly to let out a steaming breath, she could feel Morgan's tongue invading just a touch, engaging their tips together, before sliding her own underneath Altria's to coax her tongue further out. When she did, Morgan immediately captured that hot piece of meat with her lips, suckling on it and preventing Altria to pull back in shock. All which indicated her opinion was her wide-open eyes, stunned from the surprising sensation.
- Chupu… Rero… Chupu… Rero… Chupu… Rero… Chupu… Rero…
"P-Puha!" Altria gasped for air when a momentary pause in their sensuous kissing appeared. She was eager to continue, but Morgan placed both palms on her arms, creating some distance between them and making Altria a tad downcast. D-D-Did she mess up? W-W-Would Morgan h-hate her now…?! "S-S-Sister…? What'…? W-Was it m-me…?"
Morgan didn't answer straight away, preferring to silently watch the younger sibling squirm. After a while, she calmly asked, "Why didn't you say anything to this? You know I'm just leading you around, don't you?"
Surprisingly, Altria answered confidently, "I have pledged myself to you, in every single capacity I can think of, Sister. As your servant, knight, sibling, slave, servant, man or woman… Everything you desire of me, I shall provide without question. That is my resolve."
Morgan grinned and patted her head. "Since when have you become such a dashing person, hm? Been reading up on Kay's books without me knowing?"
The younger Pendragon shyly tucked a stray hair behind her ear, smiling bashfully.
"Well, then…" Morgan decided, "Come here and lay down."
Now, Altria's blush encompassed her whole body. Britannia's climate meant the people here had generally much fairer skin than their Roman counterparts, and even those who hailed from far further south found their skin pigments getting lighter with every generation. Hence, increased blood flow was incredibly apparent on her body, to the point Morgan could easily trace out the finer capillaries criss-crossing her younger sister's rougher skin.
The inn they're staying was a smidge above-average, which was why the double bed they're lying on right now even existed. Usually, because of budgetary reasons, single and twin beds were more profitable as mercenaries could split the cost between fellow strangers, meaning inns could be full on more days of the month. Instead of insisting on family or couple set-ups, this rather haphazard way of rooming guests together was more suitable for this transitional period – when one ruling empire ended and another had yet to rise.
Obviously, it's a far cry from the fantastical, magically-enchanted and -maintained luxury hotels in the Wind Clan faerie domain, but Morgan couldn't really complain to her party members because none of them had been there – even Sir Ector, with his Earth Clan ancestry, spent more time in the Outer World than the Reverse Side. Even Merlin's guests rooms, where Morgan often stayed during her apprenticeship, was much nicer than this… admittedly simple, humble, but functional room.
Not the ideal place to lose this body's virginity, then. She preferred doing it on Avalon's flower gardens, even, than this. Besides, it's better to string Altria along further than giving everything up front.
She folded her legs so Altria could lay down on her thighs, cradling her sister's slightly more boyish face in her palms again. Two pairs of jade-green eyes locked together, before Altria's own inadvertently shifted to the swelling hills and pink peaks right above her line of sight. Unlike last time, she maintained her gaze well, allowing a controlled amount of desire leaking through it.
- Puchi!
"A-Agh…!"
Her composure was immediately broken when she felt five warm digits wrap themselves around her stiff cock, the temperature difference accentuated due to Britannia's naturally-cold climate.
"For being honest and showing your gallantry… relax and let me reward you, little sister," Morgan cooed, smirking when Altria's hips shot up the instant the touch was made. "Of course, I would like it for you to refrain from touching me. You haven't earned that much. Understand?"
Altria could only wordlessly nod, her mouth going numb under pleasure as usual.
Morgan shifted her sight towards the trembling, erect pecker. It's no thicker than two of her fingers, and only a smidge longer. In all honesty, instead of disappointment, she found it… rather cute? It was twitching, with its opening slit hungrily drooling out clear liquid, making her want to both spoil and bully it at the same time. Her mind was churning fast, just as fast as her heartbeat was thumping, thinking how best to drive Altria as crazy as possible for her without going over the limit.
If her little sister broke here, all her new plans would be for naught.
Morgan began stroking the shaft, still loose with excess foreskin, already choosing not to pay attention to the expressions Altria's bound to be making. Her entire perception was focused on this organ – and perhaps, later, its feminine counterpart underneath – gauging its limits scientifically, much like how a magus should.
Pleasure was based on nervous system interaction, with each individual having different sensitivity and receptor abilities. Subjective preference also mattered, but physical stimulations were the primary method. There were countless examples Merlin had taught Morgan – the few times she bothered to teach seriously regarding sexual themes – about interrogation and torture methods regarding overloading the victim's body with pleasure to break their mind. Dopamine overload was harder to train against than pain, because there was very low risk of nerve cell damage, meaning the victim couldn't continuously resist increasingly intense stimulation.
By then, it depended on the perpetrator-slash-torturer, regarding the precision and ability to keep the other party on a certain level – whether it's over the edge or right on it.
"I'm peeling it, Altria. if it hurts…"
"I can take it!" Altria immediately cut her older sister off, already eager for the next round of stimulation. "I-I-I promise it's clean!"
Morgan smiled. "I don't mind cleaning it for you… But I guess I don't have to now, do I?"
She didn't even need to look back to sense Altria's disappointment. Of course, she planned on doing that… much later, once this first real step of husbandry-like infatuation was done.
Altria's eyes widened when she saw her beautiful older sister open her mouth and gather a small blob of liquid from the air, controlling it with her hand, which had momentarily left her cock, before going back and lathering the slightly viscous liquid onto the crevice of the foreskin around her gland. Her cock inadvertently shivered upon contact with the still-warm fluid, before twitching even more happily when Morgan used her moist index finger to pull the foreskin a tad back from the gland, allowing the liquid to pool even more readily around its neck.
- Puni. Puni. Puni.
Morgan played with the foreskin for a while, stroking only along the short length of the gland it's covering, letting her saliva lubricate everything inside it and carefully avoiding touching the bulging, deep red exposed tip. Then, after several more motions, she felt it's about time and pulled down the foreskin in one go, not even doing trial runs.
- Schlick!
"Ow…!" Altria winced, a stinging pain piercing her hips down to the bone. It's actually not that painful, but it's simply unbearable, much like how men couldn't take blows to their crotches. "Tss…!" She hissed as the cold Britannia air stimulated the exposed gland, biting it with countless small chilling bites.
- Pat. Pat. Pat.
Morgan's other hand kept Altria's head in check, so she couldn't lift her neck and see what the older sister was doing. Knowing patting was a gesture she liked, Morgan gently tapped Altria's face's upper half repeatedly, covering everything from the nose up. She occasionally put in more strength when her little sister's body squirmed rather wildly, but no more that, eager to maintain the image already seared into Altria's mind.
- Schlick… Schlick… Schlick…
With that done, she began moving the hand already touching Altria's cock. Like before, her strokes were short, only along the now-exposed gland, but even tenderer than before because of the overly-sensitive nerves on it. Doing it like how Merlin taught her would just feel like being rubbed by sandpaper to Altria, and it's better to stimulate on just the right side of painful for a start. Her master also preached this kind of philosophy whenever Morgan decided to lose her virginity, in order to minimize the awkwardness between her and whoever poor sod she caught between her legs next… or virginities, to be more exact, because of the two magi's physical healing capabilities.
For them who could produce homunculi as easily as growing vegetables, regenerating their hymens to fool men was an even easier task. But that's for another time.
"Mgh… Ah… A-A-Aaaahhh…"
Morgan's thumb tenderly caressed the nub with a circular motion, earning her a cute twitch of the tiny slit, still oozing clear liquid until now. True to Altria's words, surprisingly, the area is quite clean, impressing Morgan because she knew how awkward it was to clean for prepubescents like her little sister. Along with her thumb's motions, her middle finger carefully scratched along Altria's frenulum, teasing out any leftover liquid – or perhaps a thicker sort – just enough so those tender, small balls underneath began to seriously churn.
"I-Iiiyyaaahhh… S-Sister… It's feels s-straaanngggeeeee…"
Of course, she's not going to make Altria cum that easy, no matter how adorable her groans and moans were. Not until she's shivering, begging, and messy – enough to reiterate her pledge for soul geas earlier.
Despite the inanimate nature a 'contract' suggested, a Thaumaturgical bond could continuously evolve or devolve according to either party's spiritual connection and condition. The more Altria believed her pledge, and the longer she did so, it would change from a 'contract' to a 'destiny', enough to override whatever [Fate] decreed. There were plenty of examples in Hellas, for example, back when the Age of Gods was still running strong, when one Divine Spirit hijacked another's plan by offering a soul geas to the latter's champion, changing the looms the Fate Sisters were weaving. While the lesson from those legends was merely to encourage someone to never give up against seemingly-hopeless life situation, it also meant [Fate]'s hold over reality was far weaker than Morgan feared, even though she nearly became yet another one of its helpless victims a short while ago.
She felt Altria's body twist underneath her, sweet breaths continually leaking out of her open lips. Morgan was tempted to present her nipples so her little sister could engage in a kind of 'daughter play', but one look down her body – while womanly – it's still too immature to do so without having Altria lift her upper body constantly. Not that Merlin was a good example, since that woman was also on the slimmer side. Her little sister had been more obedient today, as just one request managed to have her control her hips' involuntary movement better, no longer bucking and heaving as wildly as before. Still, everything down from her hips was engorged with blood, and Morgan could see Altria's toes shaking in their stead.
"Ugh… A-A-Auuuggghhh… Mmnnnggghhhhhh…"
She continued teasing Altria's gland for a good two minutes, edging her little sister closer and closer to orgasm without pushing her over the edge. Then, when the Cowper's fluid flowed overwhelmingly up and into her dainty fingers – far smoother than Altria's own, which was calloused from swordsmanship and riding practice – she used the extra fluid as lubrication and smeared it down the short and thin shaft, carefully lathering it down to the base.
Altria shivered at the sensation of the warm fluid – her own – trickling down to her unused vagina, but kept herself under control as per her sister's request. It wouldn't do for both her future career and romantic endeavour – a knight's duty was essentially control in order to avoid abusing the social power such a station afforded, while no girl would like an impatient partner who rushed through things just for their own pleasure, uncaring of the other party.
- Schlick… Chupo! Schlick… Chupo! Schlick… Chupo! Schlick… Chupo!
Morgan's fingers came right back up, with her index finger and thumb finally circling Altria's cockhead, settling around its neck. This time, instead of teasing the tip, she began stroking the main shaft without touching the gland at all, enjoying how tight the skin around this immature dick was compared to the peeled foreskin. She was careful not to drive the flabby skin right back up to where she just pulled it down from, because it's still quite painful to do so. Carefully, with feather-like pressure, she settled into a rhythm, using just those two fingers instead of her whole palm, lest the stimulation became too much. She was forced to exert more strength once more onto her other hand atop Altria's face, because her little sister's starting to buck and squirm wildly again, though the only sounds escaping her lips were still moans and trembling breaths.
In the next minute, Altria became harder and harder to hold down without resorting to some painful methods, so Morgan simply chose to summon a band of letters of light, 'crowning' it on her little sister's head, which upon contact held it down as it dictated and enforced a static position in [Space] – the Element she used. She reapplied it onto Altria's wrists and waist as well, leaving only her legs and the bottommost part of her hips free.
"E-Eh? S-Sister…?" Noticing this change, Altria momentarily broke out of the pleasure-filled haze she's in, asking Morgan with those identical jade eyes of hers.
"This is so you don't hurt yourself, Altria. No more than that. I'm the older sister here, so be obedient, okay…?" Morgan gently requested, happy she received several nervous fast nods in return. Martial artists like Altria were taught to immediately fight back upon realization of bondage – or even better, position themselves not to fall into one in the first place – but a combination of lust and trust made her weak-willed and susceptible. "I'll move to sit by your crotch; be a dear and spread those legs for me?"
Before her little sister could agree, Morgan had already lifted Altria's head and settled it down onto the bed, before crawling over her lower half and kneeling between those legs, but not before placing a firm pressure to split the limbs further apart. Altria's hands were splayed to the sides, the glowing rings of light anchoring them in place, ensuring they couldn't interrupt whatever Morgan had planned.
Merlin was the source of most of her sexual knowledge, and even after tempering all this influx with the fact she's a succubus, Morgan was still considerably experienced for a virgin. The most difficult thing wasn't overcoming the shame of openly discussing sexual matters as if it was Hellas, but piecing together the scattered tidbits and theories coming out of Merlin's mouth, as she was 'teaching' Morgan during many of her absentminded babbles, drunken stupor, or post-masturbation orgasmic bliss, instead of an actual formal classroom. It often left Morgan looking blankly at her master, thinking how much of an idiot this white-haired woman was… and how much stupider she herself must be for choosing to follow such a person.
Seeing Altria from down here, Morgan had to admit their mother, Igraine, must have the most powerful aesthetic genes in the world, as both her little sister's and her own beauty couldn't possibly come from their father. The beginnings of masculine musculature Altria had a small complex of were more apparent now she's naked, especially in this submissive, bowlegged stance, showing the corded flesh of her inner thighs and a trace of rectangular abs. Those green eyes followed Morgan's slow movement, lingering on the much more feminine lines of her hips and the thin hair starting to show up by her crotch. She could feel herself getting moister and more aroused, though she was able to control it with her usual pragmatism.
There's no additional shame of her exposing her genital and rose bud to Altria; after all, this little brat had seen it too many times than she would've liked. That first flash of anger was quickly drowned by the many potential benefits 'selling' her body to her little sister provided, now her plans had changed considerably.
Still, it wouldn't do to parade what's supposed to be the 'grand prize' so wantonly and for a prolonged period; Morgan only flashed Altria a peek, to maintain the latter's arousal level right on the limit, and quickly settled down to her new position.
Now, from her point of view, Altria's sensitive underside was clearly visible, much more so than the texture she could only palpate earlier. It's not as cute a view from the side, but it's at least somewhat mitigated by a rare clear shot of the hairless slit barely hidden by Altria's small testicles. Even at this age, it still hadn't bloomed open in the slightest like Morgan's, and was as childish as its owner. However, much like Altria's male organ, it's already leaking out so much liquid it's practically crying, though Morgan suspected her little sister associated this moisture with her feminine parts, since she's always seeking pleasure from her cock instead, leaving this pussy neglected, unused, and untrained.
'Perfect.'
- Srrt!
"H-Hyauh!" Altria's whole upper body jumped, before the limitations of the restrains on her limbs made her crash back down to the bed. "S-S-Sister… w-what was that?!"
Morgan had simply flicked Altria's entire slit upwards with the tip of her finger, intentionally not lubricating said digit first to emphasize the different frictional qualities between her now-dry hand and her little sister's moist pussy. The stroke was thorough and long, but also quick, starting from close to her perineum and ending with a good pressure upon her completely-enclosed clitoris, where Morgan resorted to the end of her sharp nail in order to partially scoop out this engorged red nub out of its hiding.
"Another lesson," she explained as monotonously as possible. "What would you do if a handsome man and beautiful woman attacked you at the same time? You have to train your integrity!"
"P-Please don't worry about it! I will never c-cheat on you…!" Altria desperately said over gritted teeth, the sudden intense wave of pleasure still hadn't abated through her body. "I will… g-guh… be strong!"
'…has she been this… simple the entire time?' Morgan sweat-dropped, though of course her little sister couldn't see her expression. "I don't doubt your martial strength… but seduction? Weren't you the one who foolishly sold away her soul because of love?"
"I-Isn't that how much l-love is worth it…?" Altria hissed when both Morgan's hands began playing with both her genitals, the new sensations overwhelming her newly-found confidence. "I s-swear it…!"
"Fufufu… Certainly, my eyes aren't wrong," Morgan let out the first of a series of small compliments, because it wouldn't do to continue to pepper her with negative opinions. "Then, my beloved knight… allow me."
"Y-Yesh…"
Having rarely seen Altria's pussy ever since Morgan and Merlin concocted the idea of hiding her identity, the older sister began to enjoy exploring something which hadn't really changed since the last time she saw it: during their childhood, when Morgan was visiting the exiled toddler Altria in Sir Ector's house. The hand which had been covering Altria's sight placed itself upon the puffy lips of the genital, using the thumb and index finger to spread the obscenely tight slit. A sizeable glob of clear fluid immediately dripped out once the vaginal hole was opened, trickling down onto her puckered asshole.
Meanwhile, her other hand continued its prior ministrations, though naturally this time she focused more on the underside of the shaft rather than the tip. The other thumb – which was the digit responsible for teasing Altria's tip earlier – now massaged the cock along the thin bulging vein starting to make itself apparent through the thin sensitive skin. Altria groaned as she felt all her semen, which was threatening to shoot out uncontrollably since their time in the bathroom but was forbidden by Morgan to do so, was about to be squeezed out like toothpaste. Still, she gritted her teeth and endured, both because the stimulation was perfectly measured as to not make her climax, and because Morgan had not explicitly and verbally allowed her so.
She'd like to think the latter was proof of her willpower and ability to carry through her words, but she actually can't; the soul geas Morgan had tricked her into pledging was too strong, and in reality, if her older sister didn't consciously allow all of her organs to function as normal, she would've died right then and there due to her body shutting down regardless of her will. Of course, the older sister didn't feel like she had to know this, and kept playing along Altria's imaginations.
- Schlick! Schlick! Schlick!
She began with a combination of handjob and fingering – or, to be more precise, thumbing Altria's clitoris. Her vagina was far too tight to reliably slide a finger in and out without pain, even with the sensations from her cock distracting her. Morgan's right hand settled upon a steady, medium rhythm, squeezing the cock a tad harder than before, but removing the constantly varying stimulation she teased with earlier. Meanwhile, the clitoris, while still very much hidden under its hood, was palpably engorging and hardening upon Morgan's left thumb, the digit going in minute circles with the occasional deliberate press.
It's interesting to watch Altria's reactions to these two very different actions, primarily because Morgan hadn't trained the artificial hermaphroditic spell Merlin had taught her on a whim. As a result, she had no idea how pleasurable a male sexual organ was, but since she had the prime guinea pig in front of her – all wet and willing – she had little desire to rush and found out.
- Schlick! Schlick! Schlick!
It was to primarily gauge which was actually producing the highest level of quality dopamine, to the point muscular control would prove impossible, making her cute little sister flap and wriggle around however Morgan wanted. Should she focus on the male or female part? If it's the latter, then that spell would come in handy…
'How big should I make mine if that's the case? …or I can simply matchmake Altria and little Shirō when he's bigger…' Morgan mused, though her hands didn't stop.
With every up-and-down pump of her right hand, Altria's hips jerked down-and-up in opposite symmetry. It would've been impressive if her body didn't attempt to react to the feminine pleasure ravaging her whole being at the same time, as her hips quivered and pushed against Morgan's thumb every time a whisper-like touch graced her clitoris, shaking her thighs along the way.
Even the way the different clear liquids spout out of Altria's two holes fascinated Morgan. Obviously, she's not free enough to observe herself masturbating via a mirror, so it's interesting to see it from a third-person's perspective – since she had little desire to accept her teacher's invitation to observe her doing the deed – aside from the already-captivating way this cute cock was dribbling all this time. The tight pussy slit at times spurted out thick, viscous goo, interspersing its ejaculation with clear, thin stream of either urine or vaginal juices, while the cock predictably dribbled out a river of precum down Morgan's up-and-down jacking motion.
- Schlick! Schlick! Schlick!
She shuffled forwards to wedge her knees under Altria's thighs, half-cradling the latter's lower legs in her armpits to keep it under control. An experimental subject, however lowly and expendable, must act predictably, after all, for her to make a concrete conclusion.
She began changing her motions after a while. The hand wrapping around Altria's cock began to loosen, as Morgan bent her wrist so she could twist it around this hot, pulsating meat. She now held it in an icepick grip, with the sides of her pinky now facing the tip, twisting and pulling the cock upwards, before letting her hand go and resuming the action from the base once again. It's similar to how farmers milk cows, but done in the opposite direction. It's somewhat uncomfortable from the angle her wrist was forced to bend – she's not a circus performer or prostitute trained to do this, after all – but having gathered the copious amount of juice having leaked out of Altria already, it's somewhat bearable due to the lubrication. Her little sister, as always, didn't know better, keeping on moaning and uttering Morgan's name in a haze of pleasure.
Meanwhile, Morgan's other hand, having noticed how erect Altria's clitoris was, used its attempt to break free from its childish covering to split the impermeable slit, revealing the rosy, glistening pink pussy petals which resembled Morgan's own a bit more. Recalling most of Merlin's teachings, Morgan didn't go straight for the birthing hole, because that's not the place where most of the pleasure nerve endings was located. Knowing exploring those spots deeper inside Altria's birthing canal would still be painful – or, at best, massively uncomfortable – she settled upon the next-best bundle of nerves: the opening around Altria's urethra.
The clitoris, as an organ, was actually rooted quite deeply inside a woman's crotch, with the exposed bean only accounting for only around 10% of its actual length. The part buried underneath the skin was actually more densely-packed with pleasure nerves, but precisely because of its location, there's no real way to stimulate them without irritating its outer part – for example, using intense external vibration. However, the root conveniently wrapped around the urethral passage, and directly stimulating it from the inside would immediately attack those aforementioned hidden spots.
- Puchi…! Puchi…! Puchi…!
For today, Morgan's starting quite light, and merely used the tip of her fingernail to scratch around the diminutive hole, far smaller than Altria's already-tiny vagina. She had to be delicate here to avoid overstimulating her little sister and make her cum like a fountain, or further than that, causing some serious bleeding. Of course, with Magecraft, it's much too simple to conjure a thin, bumpy sexual tool to pierce this hole safely all the way to the hilt, but again, she's not trying to make Altria go crazy.
Yet.
Continuous wet noises then filled the room even more than before, even drowning Altria's pleading, pitiful begging for release. Morgan wasn't focused on speed, but controlled impact, and making as many audio cues and stimulation for Altria to hear herself was just as effective as whispering sweet words to her ears in the bathroom earlier.
The hand jacking Altria's cock became quite tired, so Morgan changed back to a more typical grip. She wanted to persevere because the icepick grip was said to provide a more novel sensation – according to that whack teacher of hers – but perhaps shifting to a more 'normal' style could serve as a useful variant. Her other hand was going back-and-forth teasing Altria's clitoris and urethral opening interchangeably, squeezing out several yelps and whines from the little sister whenever her movement coincided with several of the pleasure peaks rocking her body constantly.
From there, she began regulating both the strength and speed she's using, speeding up when she thought Altria was getting comfortable, and torturously slowing down when her little sister was about to release everything she's been holding in. Morgan even went all the way to place a thumb along the main vein of Altria's shaft, where her ejaculatory tract ran, and used the older sister's affinity to [Water] to force back down any lump of semen threatening to erupt back to her small testicles.
"Argh! Argh! Argh! P-Please…! S-S-SISTER…!"
On the several occasion that happened, Altria even shouted in pain, then started to yell and scream out how unfair and cruel Morgan was, completely forgetting her pledge from earlier. Her toes had gone completely stiff, with her hips and thighs uncontrollably shaking tremendously, going higher and higher in the air. Normally, this was the point where a female genital would've been unwillingly squirting fluids all over the place, but Morgan still frustratingly held Altria back from crossing that precipice, now making the latter shaking her head and groaning animalistically.
By now, Altria's genitals had risen to about Morgan's eye-level, and while it might provide the best view to administer her ministrations, it's in fact become quite awkward for her hands.
So she'd finish it, right here and now.
"Altria, look at me."
Even if she didn't hear Morgan's request, her eyes – whenever they'd returned from their rolled-back position inside her skull – inadvertently were affixed upon her older sister's. in fact, Morgan wasn't sure whether Altria was aware of anything else apart from the electrifying sensations emanating from her genitals, as a normal mortal body would automatically shut off most sensory input in the face of overwhelming sensations, whether it's pain or pleasure.
Seeing those teary, begging eyes looking back at her, Morgan was unable to resist the cruel instincts her heart was telling her brain to do.
This screaming, helpless organism in front of her was bound to her by a soul geas. Thus, mere words were enough to have Altria's body act in opposition to her will. There was absolutely no need to inject Od into Morgan's eyes to hypnotize this victim, emulating a pair of pseudo-Mystic Eyes, in order to make Altria do something she wanted in the first place. In fact, perhaps doing nothing would also be enough, because other than the earlier fluid manipulation, Morgan was controlling Altria with nothing but physical action.
'But it's fun!' She internally maniacally laughed.
Her eyes glowed, full of Od.
Authoritatively, she commanded, "Cum, Altria."
- Spurt!
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!"
There was an animalistic roar shaking the room, along with a wash of instinctively-exploded draconic Od.
"AH! AH! AH! AH! AH! AH! AH! AH! AH!"
In front of Morgan's astonished eyes, a thin stream of white fluid shot out of Altria's cute penis, so high its frontmost tip went over her head and creamed the ceiling. The rest of the stream landed messily upon her beautiful visage, hot and thick despite its meagre appearance. Unlike what Merlin often described to her, however, it didn't smell that strongly of seafood or egg white, but had a certain rich fragrance to it instead.
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRGGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHH!"
While her face was getting familiar with the white semen, her stomach was immediately squirted upon by a strong jet of clear liquid. It's warm – not quite as scalding-hot as Altria's sperm – but of a much larger quantity, soaking both her lower half and the bed they're on. Altria's pussy lips parted ever-so-slightly, starting its blooming towards full womanhood, though Morgan doubted this much would be able to balance out the masculine hormones she'd been relying upon her whole life. Yes, her little sister was so very feminine in build and demeanour from others' perspective, but she was very much a boy in mannerisms, having been forced to live as one since birth.
Morgan's hands didn't stop their ministrations even after the glow in her eyes faded. Straight after this were gentle squeezing movements designed to milk out every last currently-available drop out of Altria's cock and pussy – slow upwards massage with her thumb from the bottom to the gland, slow circular massage with her thumb around the clitoral area. There was an option to blast the area below Altria's navel with a minute vibration to achieve an even higher orgasmic bliss, but that's not necessary right now.
Altria screamed several more times, each with a massive jerk of the hips, as if she's somehow trying to impregnate Morgan's hands. Her eyes had long rolled to the back of her head, tongue stiff and pointing straight out as an ungodly sound roared out of her lungs.
Finally, after what felt like several minutes, the torrent of liquid stopped, and Altria collapsed upon the bed, leaving the fully-soaked Morgan to clean up.
"You really are a dragon…" she muttered under her breath – not that her little sister heard it, as she'd passed out.