A/n: Hello guys Psychojack here with the next chapter Holy Nails War. Looks like Honda has convinced Mordred that she was his servant for the war before being mindflayed by Idores. On top of that, Deacon believes Idores is the traitor. Looks like a lot of bad luck seems to be heading her way. Let's see where we go with this!
--Medical Room--
Inside the medical center of Deacon's estate a robed figure could be seen walking inside. Two homunculus security guards were at the ready as they first checked the robed figure before nodding the visitor off as he was given the all clear. The robed individual in question was obscure as his face was immersed in the darkness provided by his tattered hood.
One of the homunculus looked towards the robed figure.
"He has regained consciousness. He has been asking for you."
The robed figure practically phased right past them, as his speed was beyond what the human eye could pick up.
The robed figure placed his hand on the wall as he entered, causing a purple seal to appear on the wall before dissipating, however it was hidden from the view of the security as they were outside the room.
On a medical bed etched in green like runes was a familiar figure. A man in his thirties, tall and slim. His short hair was currently messy considering he was currently recovering.
It was Elias, his amber eyes were currently closed. His eyeglasses, shattered from the battle with Honda, were placed on a nearby bedside table along with his clothing.
The robed figure leaned downward, gauging Elias to scan for wounds.
Elias groggily acknowledged the robed figures' presence.
"Ursus…is that you? By that smell, I can tell you're still wearing that disgusting robe of yours."
Elias opened his eyes sluggishly as he reached out for his assistant.
"And yet…I have never known a better sight."
Ursus let Elias touch his left side as he regained consciousness.
"I thought you had been killed by the blast. I never thought that we would encounter a spectral golem in this war."
Elias began rising up, groaning from his body being sore.
"I can't believe that Mara actually had such a thing in the first place. Where is he? Where is Honda?"
Ursus leaned towards his ears, his words indecipherable.
"He's already escaped! How!?" Elias tried to get up in a rush, but his body felt heavy, resulting in him nearly dropping. Ursus kept him standing, using his own body as a shoulder to lean on. He leaned to his ear again.
"Deacon is suspicious of Idores. That's good! It will buy us enough time to obtain the eighth master."
Elias clenched his teeth in pain that sharply penetrated his being. He would need to recover a bit more on the rejuvenation seal on his bed.
"I am still weak from the fight. At this rate, I will not be able to catch up. Ursus, I need you to go in my stead. Do whatever it takes to secure Honda before he can escape. I give you full permission to do everything you deem necessary. If he should resist, kill him!" Elias said as Ursus let Elias rest.
"Ursus, be sure to remove the privacy seal, security is likely to pick up on any foreign seals. Wouldn't want to arouse suspicion."
Ursus nodded before removing the purple seal in a wave of his left arm.
He went outside to where the homunculus were before closing the door. He walked outside, practically gliding through the hallway past the other estate servants. They stared at the assistant with caution. The younger homunculi avoided him altogether like a plague, whilst the more mature ones narrowed their eyes.
Inside the medical room Elias grinned. Ursus was fully capable of finding Honda on his own. His most loyal retainer would find him, wherever he was.
--Inside Training Room--
Mordred was currently blushing as she was currently in Honda's embrace. Her blade was placed upwards, standing from the tip of the blade as it was shoved through the floor.
Mordred's arms were wrapped around Honda tentatively, her mind wandering as she was not used to being put in such a strange position. On one hand she felt like she was weak for doing this, as this went against her very being as a battle hardened warrior. On the other hand, this felt oddly satisfying in a strange sort of way. It was something she never thought possible to experience, something so mundane to most but a panic attack inducing sensation for one such as her.
"H-how long are we supposed to be doing this?" Mordred hesitatingly asked Honda, as he had his eyes closed in tranquility.
"I hear 30 seconds of hugging makes people feel better. How about you? Feeling better?" Honda asked as he was blissfully admiring the warmth emanating from the small woman in his hold.
"Better? How should I know? This isn't…something I do normally…" Mordred said, looking a bit downward in recollection of her past. Considering that all she wanted was acknowledgement from her father, a tender hold such as this made her feel…elated. It also made her feel vulnerable.
'It feels warm…' Mordred thought to herself as Honda placed his right hand caressing the back of her head. Mordred blushed as he practically petted her. Her eyes closed as she sighed, unintentionally relishing in the physical attention.
'I wonder…did father ever experience this? As king, was father even capable of…' Mordred thought to herself as she pulled Honda into the hug feeling a tad embarrassed as her heart leaped.
"Honda, you said we…slept together right?" Mordred asked, her eyes shadowed.
"Well…considering that you don't remember, I suppose it doesn't count anymore." Honda chuckled to himself.
"Then…if that's the case." Mordred looked directly into Honda's eyes.
Honda stared back at her with a curious gaze.
"In order to save your friends I'm gonna need prana. I want you to show me. Show me everything! I want…I want to know it all again!" Mordred said with an intense gaze, albeit with an intense blush.
"You sure? Do you even know how it's done?" Honda asked.
Mordred's ears were red. "Of course I do! I know you…stick your uh…thing into my…" Mordred blushed while failing miserably to explain how intercourse worked.
Honda snorted. Mordred clenched her eyes in irritation. "Hey, don't just stand there and mock me! Go ahead and jam it in!"
Honda chuckled at how Mordred was acting so defensive about her lack of knowledge.
'Yup definitely a virgin…at least mentally! She's still cute though.' Honda held her hand.
"W-what are you doing now!? Does it look like I want to hold hands?" Mordred said as she was already embarrassed and trying to save face.
"Well if you want to experience everything then you gotta start with the little things. Like so." Honda interlaced his fingers with Mordred. She blushed and looked embarrassed to the side.
"I feel like an idiot!" She argues.
"Still hasn't stopped you from letting go." Honda smirked.
"Hey, give me a break! One minute I'm training, the next I gotta do this with someone I don't even remember knowing." Mordred said in defense.
"True! Not gonna argue that. Which is why I'm starting with baby steps. Can't rush these things y'know." Honda said sagely.
"I don't need to be coddled either!" Mordred said, feeling her pride being attacked.
"Guiding is not the same as coddling. I'm sure even King Arthur was an amateur with a sword at one point. Everyone's gotta start with the basics." Honda said.
Mordred's eyes shook, finding his argument plausible. If what Honda said thus far is true then her memory has been resetted. Whatever experiences she experienced have been undone. Honda was merely trying to make sure that she was ready. He acknowledged her own nervousness, and was granting her the ability to choose the pace of this moment.
"Well then…do you think you can *clears throat* hug me again first?" Mordred asked almost as if ashamed of requesting such a thing.
Honda smiled in sympathy.
"Sure! Anything for my liege!" Honda said, playing around as the escort in front of him was a knight oriented escort.
Mordred felt flattered at the 'liege' comment, as that was her wish for the grail. She smiled past her initial embarrassment. Her ego being stoked made her feel self assured. Her shyness was practically melting in fact.
"Liege huh? I like the sound of that. Alright my ' loyal subject', consider yourself honored! You get to feel the full embrace of a future king!" Mordred said with a blushed face before pouncing on Honda like a lioness, her fangs prominent.
Honda was not prepared for the pounce however, landing flat on the ground from the impact.
A haze filled Mordred's mind once she gazed at Honda for a little bit more. As her eyes went to his lips, she lost herself as she shoved her tongue down Honda's throat in almost desperate need.
--With Stria--
Stria was with Idores as they had debated Honda's role in the war.
"You're telling me that you fell in love with the help? There's got to be more to this? What happened on the day I left the estate?" Idores demanded as her patience was wearing thin.
"I followed your orders. If I recall the exact words were 'Do whatever it takes to ensure he stays at the residence.' I followed those orders, and that was it." Stria answered, making a perfect impersonation of Idores as she quoted her.
"You're not telling me everything. How exactly did you keep him busy at the residence? You've never been much of a social butterfly." Idores narrowed her eyes in suspicion.
"Well…I had him do chores such as cleaning the kitchen-"
"Looked more like a pigsty since you started cooking there." Idores angrily reminded Stria.
Stria blushed with embarrassment . "I was trying to learn. Regardless, I had Honda clean the rooftop as well."
"The whole thing?" Idores said.
"It has never been cleaner. It's excrement free." Stria said with a look of admiration on her face, remembering the many birds who originally laid claim on the residences' roof.
Idores looked to the side. "He's handy, I'll give him that. What else?" Idores asked, almost distracted with how attentive the magician was.
"I had him dust off the warehouse where you keep all the artifacts from our previous master."
"That was your job! I didn't want a non-magus anywhere near that room!" Idores reminded Stria who sweatdropped.
"I was sensitive to the dust in the room. Honda helped me." The clumsy albino said, a prominent sweatdrop on her forehead from her mistake.
"So that's it? You fell in love with him just because he's handy with a mop?" Idores interrogated.
Stria recollected. "No…We spoke for a bit, he showed me a magic trick. He was not falling to sleep at the time necessary to make him a stand in magus for the war. I gave him a goodnight kiss-"
"You kissed him!? Why?" Idores asked in exasperation.
"You said to keep him occupied? I didn't know how, and I saw it on the TV. So I did that, and we had sex. It was very rigorous." Stria described.
Idores' face reddened. Her eyes widened.
Stria continued. "He said he wasn't tired so I hired an escort to tire him out. A servant appeared, he had sex with her twice and the rest is just as I told you." Stria answered without a care as to how blunt it sounded.
Idores eyes were twitching. "You had sex with him!? You brought some whore to my house!? And how did he end up with the Saber class servant anyway!?"
"I don't know exactly how but I suppose they met and just…let nature run its course." Stria said casually shrugging her shoulders.
Idores pupils shook. A bead of sweat dripped down her temple as she took in all that her chauffeur told her.
"You can't be serious? Him? Of all people?" Idores said.
Stria nodded immediately, her face bearing a deadpan expression.
"The heart wants what it wants. I want Honda." Stria said without a care.
"The servants in the study. They also…"
"Yes, all three of us! It was quite a moment for us all." Stria admitted without shame.
Idores blushed at Honda's seemingly immeasurable endurance.
She rubbed her eyes in irritation.
Stria looked innocently at Idores, a small smile on her face.
"Forgive me my lady but I believe Honda is attracted to you too."
Idores face became more red.
"Yes…I've been well aware since our first meeting. What you don't understand is that I am trying to obtain the grail, not a boyfriend!"
"Honda told me that the secret to magic I the ability to believe it."
"He's not a real mage! He is a farce! The only magic he knows are parlor tricks!" Idores argued.
"I'm sure that if you gave him a chance, maybe you could see the magic surrounding him as I do. I don't want to choose between you. I want us, to be a family Idores, I want you to be happy with me! With us!" Stria said, her eyes looking deeply into Idores'.
Idores eyes shook.
"I'm sorry Stria. I cannot be happy…until I hold the grail!" Idores said with affirmation, albeit with a bit of an unsteady look in her eye as she couldn't even look Stria in the eye.
Stria's eyes watered a bit before she shut them tight. Her eyes were furrowed.
"I won't…let you hurt him…" Stria said as the room came to a still silence.
Idores and Stria felt something off about the room. The prana that once ran throughout the estate, seemed to have dissipated.
Including the cell barrier containing Stria.
Idores and Stria immediately looked at each other, a hesitation filled their respective eyes before they furrowed in resignation and acceptance.
Here their paths conflicted one another. Idores needed Honda to obtain the grail, to grant her wish. Stria wanted Honda to fulfill her own wish.
Though they were of the same house, the two albinos, once allies.
Were rendered enemies.
BASH
CRACKLE
The door leading outside the cell room smashed open. There beyond the smoke caused by the destruction was Deacon, along with his security. There were four of them, batons at their sides along with wearing the garbs and blue fanged masks that signified their status as warriors.
Idores looked at Deacon.
"Ah Deacon! Just in time. What happened to the barrier?"
Deacon stared ominously at Idores.
"The time for playing dumb is over Idores." Deacon said as his security began spreading, slowly backing the two women into a corner.
"What do you mean?" Idores asked, confused as to what Deacon was saying.
"You know exactly what I mean! Honda has escaped! We can't track him and now all of a sudden all the prana that had coursed throughout the estate has been disrupted. Considering that your assistant here was with him at the time when Elias was attacked and considering how the homunculus sent to watch him have found their mind broken, only one person is capable of such sabotage!" Deacon explained.
His eyes narrowed.
"And that's you Idores Velune!" Deacon finished.
Idores' eyes widened.
--With Honda--
LEMON BEGIN
Mordred was currently on top of Honda, completely dominating the caress of each other's lips. Mordred had an intense blush signifying her inexperience and jittery nerves, however through sheer pride and ego the ravenous blonde pressed onward.
Honda in the meantime allowed himself to be dominated, especially considering that though the woman was small, her strength was insane. In comparison to Saber, she was wild in her tonsil thrusts. She attacked from everywhere and was hard to pin down. Honda instead placed his arms on her waist, bringing her closer while also keeping her in place.
Mordred moaned instinctually despite being tongue tied. She placed her hands on Honda's chest as she pressed herself into him. Her breasts mashed against the magician.
Honda placed his hands on Mordred's booty short cladded rump, caressing and squeezing the shapely derriere of the chaotic knight.
Mordred pulled away from the kiss, gasping with a flushed face as she looked towards the source of the intrusive stimulation on her buttocks. She looked back and grinned mischievously as she was growing to like these sensations. She began grinding her hips into Honda's. Each grind was slow, and enabled Honda to caress every fiber of the muscularity and curvature of her buttocks.
'Saber's really getting into this! Never seen her so intense!'
Honda began rising to press his lips against Mordred's. Mordred was still grinding, eyes closed as she lost herself to the pleasure of being touched. Honda reached with both hands, slipping off Mordred's red leather jacket. While this happened Mordred released from the liplock to claw off Honda's black shirt, removing it inside out in a rush before using both hands to pull him into her lips again, uncaring as to her seemingly paralyzing nervousness from earlier.
Honda turned Morded around so that he could be on top of the Saber-faced lookalike, she hooking her toned right booted leg over Honda's hip as she grasped his now bare sides into the lip meld.
Honda kissed her neck and nibbled it. Jolts of neural stimulation was sent through Mordred's spine as she gasped. At first she held tight, refusing to loosen up, however as Honda kept kissing and squeezing her body, Mordred loosened, enabling Honda to unclip her tube top, exposing her mammaries to the magician.
Honda took full advantage as he began smooching each of the twins, causing Mordred to arc her spine upwards while her hands began wrapping around Honda's head, beckoning him to continue.
"*hiss* Ahhh" Mordred let out as Honda suckled her left teet whilst fondling her right one with his right hand. His left hand went into Mordred's mouth, who in her lustful delirium began suckling on his extended digit, gently teething it with her slightly extended canines.
Honda reached lower towards her booty shorts before unbuttoning the booty shorts, kissing her belly button before slipping them downward. He kept her buttocks above ground using his left arm as his right slipped the booty shorts off, noticing small strands of perspiration from her earlier training before he came into the room.
The moment the booty shorts were removed, Mordred sought to reach for her boots to remove them.
"Keep the boots on." Honda requested, before he began tending to her most intimate area. Mordred looked on in curiosity.
"Hey..what are you…hah!" Mordred let out as Honda began providing oral pleasure to Mordred's entrance, licking and suckling her folds before worming his way deeper into her.
Mordred gasped as she clenched her eyes. Her head launched back as she moaned loudly, her voice echoed throughout the white room, isolated from the outside.
Mordred felt weird, as she wasn't expecting pleasure to be felt down there. She didn't even know how it was possible, and yet the pleasure alone was causing her to be so helpless. It came like a dagger from behind, swift and unexpected.
Mordred placed her right hand on Honda's scalp, keeping him there as her legs were held over his shoulders, her boots against his muscular back as he stuck his tongue into her core.
Mordred felt something almost bursting out from within her as her moaning reached higher pitches, to the point her voice came out in desperate haphazard squeaks.
Honda found it cute that her earlier tom boyish demeanor practically melted from the pleasure he provided to his servant. Honda let go as he wanted to finish with her.
Mordred was gasping, her eyes slightly watered from such an intense vigorous oral stimulation.
"W-why did you stop?" Mordred gasped out before Honda pulled her to kiss her. Mordred's mind blacked out before she shoved her tongue into Honda's mouth. She shoved him to the ground as instinct drove her to practically claw off his pants from his waist, exposing his lower body to her.
She straddled Honda, hooking her feet below his thighs to ensure he couldn't shake her off like a horse.
Honda was still tongue tied to the emboldened knight, pulling her with his left hand into their heated makeout.
Mordred then looked at Honda in a shy manner, feeling Honda's length pressing against her folds, but not necessarily knowing what to do here.
Honda kissed her, the blonde blushed intensely as Honda slipped himself into her moistened folds. The blonde's eyes widened as she felt her body pierced by Honda's length. Mordred felt Honda's right hand shift her hips slowly, steadily fitting himself inside.
"It's *gasp* it's like a sword and its sheath. It fits!" Mordred let out, her mind connecting the act of sex with a knights blade.
The connection made Mordred feel surprisingly excited. She was Honda's 'sheath', and his length 'fitted' her. The analysis made Mordred thrust herself, ensuring Honda was fully buried within her. It felt just right. She grunted while Honda buried his face into the right side of her neck, smooching and grunting as he entered inside the wild blonde.
Mordred began thrusting along with Honda, both finding a steady pace to their union. Honda grunted as did Mordred who began shoving herself hard against Honda's hips with her own, feeling so full and unrestrained.
Honda kissed her neck, causing Mordred to gasp before frenching her helpless master. Honda wrapped his right arm around her waist with his left arm caressing her buttocks, shifting them downwards with each thrust to enter her deeper.
Sweat began coating the duo's foreheads, the white lighting of the room bouncing off of their skin. Honda raised himself upward, Mordred desperately holding him by his sides as Honda held her against a nearby wall, Mordred hooking her booted feet around his back as Honda thrusted her while standing.
"Ahhh! Uggh!" Mordred let out as she was nearing an explosive end. Her wild hair began obscuring her eyes as she heaved for breath, her heart jack hammering against her chest as she held on for dear life. To her it felt like she was losing her mind, as her lustful haze clouded her eyesight. Honda engaged her with his mouth as he thrusted her against the white coated wall, him also nearing his climax.
Mordred released herself from the liplock. "Look at me!" She gasped out.
Honda hoarsely let out "What!?" As he was on his last legs.
"Look at me!" Mordred begged as Honda was willing to fulfill the request, using his left hand to turn her face towards his own, frost colored eyes meeting deep emerald ones. Mordred however, she seemed so vulnerable. As opposed to before where her gaze was more intense, this look held the eyes of someone in want, but not of simple sexual release. This was the look of someone wanting to be noticed.
Honda pressed his forehead against Mordred's who reciprocated back.
"Mordred let's do this together! Okay!" Honda thrusted faster.
Mordred clenched her hips with each thrust, tighter and tighter.
"Okay! Okay! Just, keep looking! Don't leave!" Mordred begged.
Honda smooched her as he erupted, Morded and him maintaining eyesight, though their eyes were half lidded.
"Mmpphh! Mmm!" Mordred let out as she released herself into blissful rapture. Her legs tightly wrapped around Honda, some of her strength almost causing Honda to bite her tongue as he felt the intense strength that was crushing his back.
Mordred noticed his agitation and loosened her hold, however she immediately wrapped her arms around Honda as they slipped off the wall.
Mordred was drenched in sweat, holding the horny magician against her bosom, their eyes refusing to withdraw as they simply held their lip lock, breathing through their noses for air.
Mordred finally closed her eyes, releasing the liplock to place her head against Honda's chest.
"Father…" She whimpered.
Honda blushed.
'Father!? Must be a fetish thing.' Honda relaxed as he held Mordred's thighs around his waist, not wanting to leave so soon.
"More…" Mordred moaned out.
Honda looked at the ravenous blonde.
Mordred had an intense blush on her face. She avoided her gaze at first before pouting in a kid like manner and facing him directly.
"Don't make me say it again! We're not done yet! Kiss me more… master!" Mordred said with a blush and a look of childish want on her face.
Before he could say anything, Mordred took the leap and smothered Honda in kissing, the two rolling around in passionate desire.
LEMON END
--Elsewhere--
Ursus stalked through a hallway when he came upon a stain on the floor. It would seem the homunculus missed a spot.
Ursus immediately stabbed the spot with his ruby carved dagger.
The stain literally moved away from its spot, narrowly avoiding the dagger before leaving from Ursus' view.
Ursus slowly turned around.
"You are quite skilled at stealth for a mere assistant. A little too skilled for your own good." A voice spoke in a purr.
Ursus rose from his earlier kneeled position to gaze at the being behind him.
It was a woman wearing a black colored dress. It was skin tight, enabling one to notice the hourglass figure she possessed. A white fur sash draped over her shoulders, one end bearing a hound like face on it. A slit ran through the right side enabling one to see her shapely toned thigh to the side of her glutes. The woman had sickly porcelain skin, considering that there were places on her skin which held subsurface black veins, as if she was suffering from a viral parasite.
Her face was heart shaped, youthful in skin texture. Currently the stranger is bearing a smirk. The woman's lips were glossed in black, mascara and eye shadow matching the lips. Her ebony hair was styled in a wavy deep side part. This left her left eye covered by thick wavy locks whilst her right was piercing Ursus' with their magma orange color. It was akin to staring at fire. Her hands were adorned with black arm length dress gloves, the tips of their fingertips were silver and seemed sharp, almost like claws.
It was Mara Malga.
"I wonder what you are really behind that hood of yours? No matter, I have a proposition for you."
Ursus held his blade firmly at the ready, despite Mara's desire for negotiation.
Mara smirked, a faint laugh emanating from her throat.
CHAPTER END