A/n: Hello everyone, PsychoJack has arrived to bring you another fantastically crazy chapter of Holy Nail War. Last time we found our hero Honda, caught right in the middle between the two enemy servants Saber and Mordred. Through sheer luck and with the aid of Mara Malga's grimoire Honda was able to keep the two quarreling servants under wraps. If that wasn't enough, Mara Malga has escaped along with Elias and Ursus, nowhere to be seen. Between that and his newfound master status over Atalanta, it seems Honda will be quite busy with all three servants in need of his 'leadership'. Fair warning, this one's a longer chapter than normal. With that out of the way let's get to it!
--Apothecary--
Under rows of glass potion bottles and all sorts of ingredients a lone figure could be seen working on a tonic. The lighting emanating from the table was an emerald green as a lone magically induced flame could be seen lighting the mixture as this individual went to work.
One would notice this individual possessed porcelain white skin and long flowing white hair.
It was Idores, she was the one brewing a concoction on the apothecary. Next to her was Stria, remaining next to her mistress as she flicked page to page, searching for something within the archive of alchemical combinations.
"Let's see here…one stalk of enduring wither vine." Idores said to Stria who immediately went to a nearby shelf and received the ingredient in question, this one appearing to be an ashy white tree branch of sorts, seeming almost sickly in texture and yet not falling apart despite its outward appearance. Under Stria's fingertips the homunculus could feel the sturdiness and rigidity of this otherwise dead looking alchemical component.
"Here." Stria said as she handed over the ingredient to Idores who mashed it with an enchanted mortar and pestle, runes laced the tools as the mistress began grinding it into a fine powder before placing it in the basin of the apothecary table. The green flame of the table turned white in response to the mixture.
"Next is a pinch of hydra scale powder." Idores read the book of ingredients. A bit of perspiration was prevalent on her head as she read aloud.
"Got it." Stria immediately dug through the shelf and revealed a small purple sack tightly wound up by a thin bit of rope. It appeared velvety in texture and as Stria unwound the sack from its confines, a faint smog like smoke emanated from the bag before dissipating. She gave it to Idores who slowly sprinkled the powder over the basin, mixing it with the grounded wither vine. The white flame became a bloodish red.
Idores read the last ingredient of the recipe contained here. Her face flushed after reading it.
"And finally a bit of…nymph extract."
Stria blinked twice. She seemed a bit unsure about something before going to the shelf and bringing an extremely tiny transparent wrapped bag.
Idores had her eyes closed with a fidgeting posture as Stria gave her the bag. Idores just dipped it into the basin, as if to get it away from her.
"Disgusting…" Idores mumbled to herself.
Stria looked at the ingredient list, blushing herself as to the recipe.
"Is that all?" Stria asked Idores.
"Yes, it is done…the enduring wither vine will ensure the increased metabolism and stability of the one who drinks this tonic. The hydra powder will make sure that its contents lasts for quite a long time once ingested. As for the extract it should make his…never mind…now that you've seen it yourself, I'm sure you know how to remake it. I don't ever want to be near that revolting stuff." Idores revealed a bottle. With it she held an eyedropper.
"Years of training in magecraft and this is what I've been reduced to brewing." Idores complained though in a hushed manner, really speaking to herself.
"Honda is going to need that tonic for the war. Plus…you seemed to know an awful lot about it when I asked you-" Stria said to Idores.
"What are you insinuating? I lent a hand didn't I!?" Idores was blushing up a storm as she put the combined contents into the lone transparent vial, a light pink liquid substance inside the small bottle. Its contents glowed against Idores' hand.
"...One drop of this… and Honda will be able to last with and provide for those servants plenty…though I doubt he will need it to begin with, especially with what you've told me thus far." Idores said to Stria with a flushed face, mumbling the last part.
"Thank you Idores. This is only just in case. Honda will have to supply the group with prana and he'll need all the help he can get." Stria said with a small smile, however to Idores under this lighting Stria seemed sinister, as the light of the apothecary table highlighted her eyes in an intimidating manner.
Idores gulped.
"There's also the possibility you will be one of them." Stria stated, causing Idores to sputter.
"Sh-shut up! I'm done! Take your god awful sex booster, I'm out of here! J-just make sure he's finished soon, okay! Now if you'll excuse me I need to make sure Mara is not hiding somewhere."
Stria nodded towards Idores. "Will do!"
Idores called back, giving a final word. "And make sure it's one drop per session! Only one! Any more and there's no telling what would happen."
--Deacon Estate: Medical Room--
Homunculi servants could be seen throughout the medical wing, bruised from their encounter with Honda and his group. Currently they scrambled to a lone bed where they are tending to their master, awaiting his awakening as they had placed healing runes on his bed, a faint green hue bathed the otherwise dark room.
Deacon laid on the bed, the slow rise of his chest as he took subconscious breaths was an indicator of him still being alive.
One of the security homunculus, a youthful looking male with shoulder length dark gray hair mumbled. "What will become of us now?"
A maid homunculus shook her head. This one seemed mature as her posture and facial expression held one of experience. "I don't know…all I know is that in exchange for his life, the Warlock claimed his estate, by extension that would include us as we are part of the property. When Deacon awakes, he will have no choice but to leave as part of the Warlock's deal, at least to get as far from the war as possible while he still can."
Niki and Miki, the two maids who were to watch over Honda during his imprisonment, could be seen next to Deacon. Miki had faint tears on her eyes as she held Deacon's right hand with her own.
"But…if he leaves then he will be separated from us." Miki said.
"At least he will live. That alone is far better than the alternative." Niki said before she took a bite of the Kendy's burger that she had originally saved for Deacon. She smiled at the taste, distracted for a second from the otherwise somber outlook the homunculi held.
Another male homunculus could be seen staring at his hand. His hair was neatly trimmed and he seemed the youngest of all the homunculi. This was the one Honda clapped high five with when he originally escaped. "Perhaps…our new master is not to be feared. Some of us have seen him before his duel. He seems to be an uncruel magus. Rather different than what I expected."
A lead maid homunculus spoke. She still wore a black veil over her face, signifying that she was a combat-oriented maid. "For the time being it would be wise if we did some repairs to the floors, I doubt the Warlock would be pleased being left with a broken estate. He won our ownership and therefore he alone will soon decide our fate. Even if it means our deaths, Deacon was spared and freed from the war and that alone means we've done our duty." The homunculi had dispersed as they decided to continue tending to their normal duties while Miki watched over Deacon until he woke from unconsciousness. She sighed as she touched Deacon's arm with her left hand.
"Don't you worry Darius…I'll find a way for Honda to let me free…so you and I could give us a second chance…"
Despite Darius' unconscious state, one couldn't help but notice his eyebrows furrowed in prevalent and instinctual irritation. As if having a nightmare.
Miki blushed. "No matter where you go…I will always be nearby.
Deacon's brow instinctually twitched as he slept. His already closed eyes clenched tightly in disgust.
--Deacon Estate: Deacon's Room--
Idores was currently digging through Darius' personal effects in his room. Despite the fact that Honda technically won the estate he doesn't have a need for some of the things that she intended on taking before he found out. She mostly found aqua colored suits.
"Dammit." Idores mumbled to herself. She looked at a small desk and made her way to the drawer. There was a lock and key attached to it.
"Too easy!" Idores said as she made a key out of frost before attempting to open the lock.
It wouldn't budge, as an aqua tinted rune prevented her from turning the key."
"Typical. I need a rune key." Idores looked in a nearby closet in search of the key. Perhaps Deacon kept it there.
She found a small ring with a few keys attached in a red box mounted atop the inside of the closet above her head. It was a spacious closet, and thus was able to fit a person inside without it being a bother.
"Got it!" Idores said before hearing footsteps. She immediately turned around, but unfortunately found her heeled foot tripping over a goblet that Deacon had drunk from before when he was attacked by Miki, stray bits of dried up wine on the rim of the fancy cup as Idores tumbled into the closet. The doors closed as a result of the shifting weight from Idores' tumble. The small ring of keys dropped outside, away from Idores' reach.
Idores groaned in agitation before attempting to open the door.
It wouldn't budge, an aqua rune glowed over a keyhole on the inside of the closet.
'I-I'm locked inside!? No!' Idores panicked, magical key runes are too tough to break with conventional magic, and the attempt to force it open would be quite severe. To be more specific, if she were to try to tamper with the rune or the object it was connected to, the key rune would unleash a deadly counter, which at this range was a guarantee that Idores would not survive the blast. She was stuck here unless someone got the keys and opened the door from the outside.
The footsteps entered the room, a familiar voice bouncing in Idores' eardrums, catching her full attention.
"Hey, this room has a large bed! Oh, and a fireplace! Looks really cozy. It's perfect!" Honda exclaimed.
'Oh god…not him!' Idores groaned inwardly.
Idores peeked through a small crack between the door frames of the closet, the small crack being enough for Idores to catch a full view of Honda entering the room, still garbed in his Warlock costume.
Saber and Mordred were currently shaking their legs in mild protest as they were restrained by Honda's phantom wire. He carried them like they weren't clad in plate armor.
'He's surprisingly strong. How much labor is he used to doing?' Idores thought questioningly.
Mordred protested. "Let me off this wire!"
Saber followed suit. "Unhand me! I am not some wild animal to be handled about Master!"
Mordred snapped at Saber. "It's called being hogtied! You still talk like some old crone!"
Saber narrowed her eyes. "It's a part of me as are the customs of our home, but of course none of that would matter to you, traitor!"
Mordred showed her fangs. "Screw you!"
Mordred attempted to kick Saber however as she raised her leg, her eyes had purple cracks glowing in her irises before her kick towards Saber wound up kicking her own rear end.
Mordred grunted as she had kicked her own ass. It was painful and stung the underside of her buttocks as her current position left it wide open for a deep kick of her own glutes. "W-what the hell!?"
The command Honda gave them was in effect, preventing Mordred from attacking Saber, by making her hurt herself.
Saber saw the kick and couldn't believe that a command seal could be used in such a way.
Honda ignored their protests, walking to the King sized furniture where with each arm he placed the two blonde's onto the warm luxury bed. Saber was placed first followed by Mordred. Saber was more to the footboard of the bed whilst Mordred was closer to the headboard.
Saber sweatdropped knowing what Honda had in store. Mordred was still struggling in her confining wire.
"N-no way! There is no way you're gonna do this to me with her here!" Mordred said with anger.
'That's her problem? I thought the whole tying up and 'torture' thing would bother her. Her priorities are out of whack.' Honda thought to himself.
"Honda! You don't intend to do an exchange right now with us tied like this, are you?" Saber asked, nervousness filling her being.
"Last I recalled, this is supposed to be a punishment." Honda said as he lit a few nearby decoration candles, setting a more appropriate mood.
Idores within the closet felt her heart race quicken. She had just wound up in the same room Honda was going to perform an exchange with the quarreling servants.
'Just my luck! Out of all odds, why here!?' The Velune head thought to herself.
The two knights gulped as Honda placed their respective blades inside the lower compartment of a lone cabinet near the bed.
"Without your swords you two can't be considered knights any longer. You two have to earn them back. And that's through working together in the war. I'll be reintroducing you two to something called 'teamwork'."
Saber's eyes fidgeted. "But both of us…"
Mordred finished. "...at the same time!"
Both then yelled. "You're insane!"
Honda blushed. "Well…yeah. Unusual, yeah but that's your punishment. I'm gonna break you two until you understand this basic detail. As your master, I can't have servants who would let their own feelings get in the way of the grand scheme of things."
Mordred gritted her teeth. "But…I am not…"
"You are my servant now, Mordred. Besides, you said you hated Idores, someone's gotta do the master role and if not Idores, then that's gonna have to be me." Honda smirked.
Idores deadpanned, hearing about Mordred disliking her. 'Trust me the feeling is mutual, I didn't want some psycho knight with 'daddy' issues to begin with!'
Honda slowly placed his arm cloak on a nearby coat rack, made of runic enhanced oakwood. As soon as Honda placed his cloak on the rack, its runes glowed.
"Woah, that's some interior decorating." Honda mumbled before unbuttoning his vest and topwear. Saber felt her mouth instinctually lick her lips, her face flushed as she took a look at Honda slowly removing his top, giving way to his lean abdominals. With the rigorous 'stunt' work during the fight with Darius, a bit of perspiration highlighted Honda's pectorals. Now, only in his dress pants, combined with his bulging musculature lit by the nearby fire, the sight was excruciatingly tempting for any who would admire the well worked out body.
The two blonde's blushed as both have already received exchanges from Honda at different points, thus reminding them of exactly what they will be undergoing. They found their tongues stuck in their throats as opposed to the protests one would expect to hear from them being tied up like this.
Idores couldn't help but look up Honda's body, a faint blush filling her cheeks. She blinked and looked away from within the closet to not lose herself. Her own tongue felt dry as if all saliva was sapped out of her at the half nude non magus.
"But…like this Honda. You know I would serve you to the best of my ability. But I will not have you dishonor me." Saber protested, her face flushed at the circumstances she is now faced with.
"Think of it like this, you're King Arthur, and as your master I am pretty much the equivalent of your King to lead you to victory in this war. By acting against my wishes, you have already dishonored me and my command."
Artoria widened her eyes. She looked aside in shame. "I…I didn't mean to. That was not my intent."
Mordred felt pissed and yet also felt the stinging sensation of regret, like a child that knew they did something wrong and yet refused to admit it.
"Tell me, in Camelot what was the price for disobeying a King?" Honda asked the duo.
Saber and Mordred felt their throats tighten as the message was clear. Technically, by the laws that they abided to in their lifetimes, to disobey a King was a capital offense. They knew this to be true. By that logic, by disobeying Honda, he was, as a master, entitled to hold them in contempt. Their little quarrel was in direct violation to Honda's will, and as a result they would need to prove themselves loyal to their master or else Honda will not have any use for them, as they would not be trustworthy. As a master, he couldn't risk insubordinate servants sabotaging his goal for the grail.
Idores heard more footsteps enter the room and peeked to the best of her ability.
Assassin entered the room, Atalanta carried over her shoulder, still unconscious.
Saber felt her eyes widen by a centimeter being reminded about her previous spat with Assassin.
"I did tell you Saber, that should you disobey our Master then I would be sure to make sure that you wouldn't see the light of day. It's only because of Honda that I do not execute you myself." Assassin warned Saber, placing Atalanta next to Mordred on her right.
Mordred gritted her teeth. "Kiss ass!"
Saber felt ashamed as what Assassin said is true. On top of that it would mean that in terms of trust, Assassin was proven to be more trustworthy than herself. In an ironic twist, she, a knight, was falling behind a cutthroat of all people.
The Warlock however thought to himself. 'This is gonna be tough. I have to punish them somehow, but where do I start? Doing all of em at once is a bit demanding, but I must endure it! Last thing I need is for Assassin to go and 'kill them', that means less servants for the whole roleplay!'
Stria came upon the five gathered here. She walked inside with the vial in her hand. Noticing the girls gathered here, Stria's face blushed, knowing what was to take place here.
"Honda, I brought a drink for you…" Stria said as she showed him the vial of pink liquid.
Idores' eyes widened.
'Just great! Now I'm going to be stuck here for longer!'
"What is it?" Honda asked as he looked at the vial with an inquisitive raise of his brow. He put his nose to the vial.
Idores cringed. 'If only he knew about the nymph extract.'
"*sniff* Smells a bit fruity! With a whiff of…apples?" He said interestedly.
Idores raised an eyebrow. She smelled herself. It was her apple scented perfume that he was smelling. She looked to the side, her face reddened. Out of all the smells contained in that vial, that was the one he picked up.
'That…that idiot!'
Stria looked at the three servants on the bed. She gulped knowing as to what Honda intended to do to them.
"It's an…enha-." Stria said.
Honda interrupted. "An energy drink! Just exactly what I need. Gonna need all the help I can get for this! Thanks Stria!" He took the vial from Stria, her not expecting him to take it so quickly. One second it was in her grasp, the next it was gone.
"Bottoms up!" Honda said before he put the vial to his lips.
Stria reached her hand out. "Honda wait!" The albino attempted to protest.
From within the closet Idores eyes enlarged to abnormal degrees.
Idores watched in horror as Honda gulped the whole vial in one shot. Honda only needed one drop to meet the expectations of performing many prana exchanges at once, but the whole damn vial. Honda let out a pleasantly refreshed 'ahhhhh' as he finished.
"Hey, that's some delicious 'potion' Stria!" Honda said using quotation hand gestures. As he spoke however, bits of pink mist came out of his mouth. Not enough for him to notice, but certainly enough for Assassin's and Stria's sharp vision to notice.
Assassin seemed a bit concerned but Honda being the powerful magus he was, he probably could tell with just a look what it was. Since his homunculus had made it for him there was no real need to be suspicious.
'Is it some kind of 'performance enhancer'?' Assassin turned a bit red thinking of Honda being vastly more passionate than he already was. She would not deny that she wouldn't mind, were that the case.
'Shit! Stria, I explicitly said one drop!' Idores thought with a ticked off look prominent on her face. She watched for a bit in case he ended up poisoning himself. Over consumption of tonics could potentially cause all sorts of complications, some bothersome at best, others more unpredictable and at times, fatal. She wasn't sure how a whole vial would affect the foolish magician but she did know one was not meant to consume the whole thing in one go.
Stria looked at Honda in concern. What Honda drank no doubt was meant to be drunk in small increments. It's too late now to complain.
'Maybe the effects will just make him last longer.' The bodyguard said to herself, a sweatdrop prevalent on her face, her body tense, ready to run to find Idores in case she needed an antidote of sorts should Honda collapse.
"Stria, you sure you're okay with this?" Honda asked, making sure that Stria was okay with lying with a group of women. Even though he did have a foursome with her at one point, this one was completely on his terms as opposed to before, where it was Stria whom initiated it. Everyone's got a limit, and he didn't want to unintentionally cross one.
Stria tilted her head. "I've come this far with you haven't I? I refuse to leave now. Besides aren't I joining?" The bodyguard said it with such gentleness, Honda felt his heart skip a beat.
Honda deadpanned. "Ah, I guess we're clear on that…"
Honda was red in the face. He kissed her, Stria eyes slowly closing as he claimed her lips.
'Note to self: Make sure Stria gets it twice as good.'
Atalanta had finally awoken from her unconsciousness, straining her eyes in order to get her vision in focus.
"Hey look! Rise and shine sleeping beauty." Honda said as he placed his mask on the bedside table, away from anyone touching it.
Atalanta seemed shook, looking to her left to see Mordred and Saber, both tied up in phantom wire.
Mordred looked at Atalanta. "Archer?"
Atalnata narrowed her eyes. She instantly remembered Mordred's turning against the alliance. "Avenger!"
"Ease up on the hostilities between you two. I'll be tending to all of you in a bit. Besides, Mordred, I thought you liked cats."
"I do! Just not ones with an arrow up their ass!" Mordred said.
Saber looked to the side. "Such vulgarity. It's revolting!"
Mordred had a vein on her forehead. "Says the King who knocked up his own sister!"
Saber looked astonished at the roasting Mordred delivered.
"You have the gall to say such things, bastard!'
Whilst the two quarreled, Atalanta glared at the man who ruined everything thus far.
"I'd rather die than be taken by you!" Atalanta resisted as she struggled in the phantom wire, the otherworldly string wouldn't break.
"Hate to break it to you but Darius is out of the game and without mana, your odds of winning the war is practically null."
Atalanta looked to the side, her breathing increased as she was irritated at that simple fact. Honda had basically won the command seal, and thus had claimed her as a servant. But to do a physical mana exchange.
"I cant…" Atalanta whispered out.
Honda was busy tying Mordred's and Saber's wrists to the footboard which was raised upwards due to the design of the king sized bed. Their legs and waists were freed however, enabling some form of movement.
"Hey!" Mordred said before Honda smooched her, the blonde's face reddening. Her eyes were droopy as he excavated her mouth. Mordred relinquished, slowly closing her eyes instinctually.
Saber felt her jealousy spike. "Honda!"
"What? You think I would leave you hanging?"
Honda smirked before kissing her as well. Saber felt her muscles relax but looked to the side in slight embarrassment.
"Master…can't it be…at least with us alone?" Saber said.
"Alone with you! Hell no!" Mordred protested prompting a sweatdrop from Honda.
Assassin looked at Honda. "Do you need help, Master?"
Honda smirked. "Sure if you don't mind warming these two up. I got a kitten that needs to be tended to." He slipped up the skull mask obscuring her face before pressing his lips against hers. Assassin pulled him for another few more smooches.
Stria blushed as she stared at Honda whom after separating from Assassin, wormed his way to Atalanta who seemed to helplessly lay down closing her thighs tightly, trying to propel herself away from him.
Stria then looked at Assassin who strided over to Saber, mockingly teasing Saber. She gulped, reigning in her emotions and then decided to 'warm up' Mordred being she was left unattended.
Idores held in her breath. She couldn't believe what was happening.
HONDA TIME!
Atalanta continued struggling against her restraints, an encroaching sense of fear filling her eyes. Honda crawled atop her, his body overshadowing hers.
"No! I made a vow to Artemis! I will not let anyone steal my chastity!" Atalanta argued.
Honda raised an eyebrow. "Chastity?"
Atalanta gritted her teeth. "I will uphold my virginity as I have sworn it to my goddess Artemis for saving my life."
Honda seemed confused. 'Chastity huh? Is she one of those 'look but don't touch' girls of the Holy Nail War? Are there requirements tailored specifically for each girl? Is she supposed to be a tease?'
Honda leaned towards her, nuzzling her face, Atalanta flinching as he did so, mistakenly thinking that he was going to hurt her in retaliation.
"Oh yeah! Forgot about my high school mythology, you're roleplaying Atalanta! The huntress who went along with the Argonauts. Though in all honesty I don't remember her being a catgirl."
Atalanta narrowed her eyes. "Roleplaying? I am Atalanta. What magi never seem to understand is that the lives servants live are different from those taught in a classroom."
'Ah, so there are some differences between mythology and the Holy Nail War's. Pretty unique at least, makes things less predictable. Better keep that in mind for the future.' The Warlock admired the agency's attention to detail.
"So you don't want to give your virginity?" Honda said.
"Never! I vowed it to Artemis!" Atalanta said with conviction.
"Then how are you expecting to win the war without prana? With harsh language?" Honda questioned as he really couldn't see the logic behind this particular escort.
Atalanta felt irked by that statement because her vow to Artemis was one she wouldn't make lightly and yet in a way there was some truth to Honda's words. Her lack of prana is making her weak, too weak to be considered fit for combat. Her animalistic upbringing made her despise her current weakness. The devout aspect of her personality clashed with her need for basic survival as a servant. Atalanta shook her head, not wanting to fall for the Warlock's silver tongue. He was a sly being and she would not fall to his brainwashing or whatever enabled him to destroy the alliance thus far.
"Your words don't affect me, Warlock! I will not be tricked into your mind games!"
"There are other ways to torture you." Honda smirked.
"Do your worst! I will not break!" Atalanta challenged.
Honda raised his left hand and began massaging her right furry ear, it being caressed in between his fingers.
"Ahh!"
Atalanta gasped in neural stimulation, the caresses were being registered as extremely stimulating. She felt her spine curve upwards, causing her torso to squish against Honda's chiseled chest.
Idores gulped hearing such an impassioned moan from something as simple as caressing one's ear. Seeing the half feline servant reminded her of nekos from Stria's Knight Girl manga.
Assassin was already stripping down Saber as she was still tied. Stria on the other hand had decided to aid in the exchange by relieving Mordred of her attire. The armor was heavy but there were straps that could easily be removed if one knew where to look. Saber was red in embarrassment at being stripped, Mordred was more vocal.
"Hey! Don't touch me there!" Mordred protested.
Stria retorted. "How else are you gonna get prana?" Mordred struggled against Stria who was quite adept at removing the steel plated armor, beginning with the chest plate. Stria lifted it only to struggle moving with it.
Mordred sweatdropped. "That's plate armor, what do you think, anyone could just lift it?"
Stria blushed in slight embarrassment. "Honda made it look so easy."
Saber on the other hand was putting up a bit of a fight, struggling in Assassin's grip as she began steadily relieving her of her armament.
Assassin spoke in a whisper. "Once again here we are, with you at my mercy."
Saber looked aside in mild irritation. "I won't let you beat me. I refuse to surrender."
Idores was feeling her heart rate increase. Stria, her bodyguard, was getting involved with this whole mess. It made her eyes widen in bewilderment.
Honda continued caressing Atalanta as she hissed in her teeth to prevent herself from moaning. Honda came close to her ear and gently blew on it, causing the ear to twitch. This caused Atalanta to arch her back upwards, causing her garbed torso to once again clash against Honda's shirtless one.
"No! You can't…" Atalanta said, as she couldn't believe someone could get these reactions out of her by playing with her more feline body parts. Her ears were the equivalent of Achilles' heel, something she had never knew until Honda exploited this weakness of hers. She felt embarrassed at her own instinctual moaning and flinching.
Whilst stimulating Archer, he had managed to lay her flat, her booted legs arched as he had his lower still clothed body atop hers, his length and her entrance blocked by their respective garments.
Saber was slowly being squeezed here and there by Assassin, whom was thrilled at getting the serious knight under her control, slowly clawing the knight's hips with her hands and sides in just the right way to get Saber twitching in prominent displays of stimulation. Saber was only in her blue dress.
Stria was a little more careful with Mordred, unsure as to Mordred's temper thus far, and deciding to massage her back muscles, at the least getting all her stress out of her, as her body felt extremely tense.
Mordred gasped. Stria was quite good with her fingers as she slowly unveiled the skin of her back away her red armor, and proceeded to rotate her fingers and knuckles as she provided stress relief to the currently irate servant.
'This…this feels too good!' Mordred thought inwardly as her face was flushed from the sensations brought on by the albino. She moaned out as Stria's hands did their magic.
"I hear stress is much akin to ingesting poison. I hope this will suffice." Stria said as Mordred gasped out with each caress of her stiff back.
Idores gulped within the closet hearing the three tied servants being stimulated by Stria, Assassin and Honda at the same time. Their gasps and hisses in their throats were banging in the Velune magus' eardrums.
'Oh my god! Is this really happening!?' Idores tried to avert her eyes, but the constant moaning, especially from the Archer class servant was making her curious as to what Honda was actually doing to her. She took a quick glance, her pupils fidgeting in embarrassment.
With Atalanta, the green haired beauty could feel his girth pressed against her, causing her to feel red in the face. This combined with Honda's constant barrage of squeezes and fondling her hips made her gasp consistently. Her tail would keep swaying from each jolting touch.
"Quit touching my ears!" Atalanta squeezed. Her voice was airy and sounded fatigued in their delivery.
"I can't do that my dear Archer. You're torture has just begun." Honda said in a faux ominous tone as he placed his lips on her ears and began suckling it, gently teething it whilst using his right arm to wrap around her waist pulling her closer.
"Ahhhh!" Atalanta moaned in euphoria, her bounded wrists frantically twitching. She gasped for breath haphazardly, taking in deep gulps in order to not lose it. She had unexpectedly experienced a strange sensation, like a bubble that's been popped causing all sorts of tingles throughout her body.
It was different than pain, in fact it was like…rapture.
Honda took a gander at his work, noticing the reddened face of the otherwise stoic Atalanta who was currently desperately gasping for breath. Her eyes bore into Honda's, though not of anger like a few seconds ago. It was alluring to the street performer.
'Man! No wonder she's a tease character! She literally knows how to moan! If I didn't know any better I'd say she just had an orgasm!' Honda felt himself hardened, his lance in peak form, as Atalanta's pleasured moaning was music to his ears.
Assassin had been busy fondling Sabers breasts and crotch area from behind. Both were on their knees as Saber attempted to save face. Assassin, being the cutthroat that she was, was able to navigate Saber's body, making her squirm in stimulation. Saber had to breathe in through her nose as she tried to survive the torture.
Mordred gasped as Stria had removed all the plate armor. With the armor gone it would seem that Mordred's underarmor was almost as revealing as her casual attire as it consisted of a lone red tube top that barely covered her breasts, red arm sleeves that ran from her wrist to the edge of her shoulder, and a battle dress that revealed much of her lower body, save for the sides where two red strips of garment covered the sides or her toned thighs.
Stria then turned Mordred around on her back, beginning to explore Mordred's front, causing her to blush. She moaned when Stria fondled her breast.
"H-hey!" Mordred squeaked as the homunculus squeezed her far smaller yet still shapely breast flesh.
"You have a nice body Mordred." Stria said offhandedly.
"A-are you serious right now?" Mordred weakly protested.
"*Hiss* ohhhhh." The red knight let out.
Idores face and ears were flushed in embarrassment. She couldn't believe the sounds that were emanating from the usually cold Archer. From what she had gathered, Atalanta was always a no nonsense type, a warrior through and through, to the point the albino found herself cautious of the huntress. Now however, due to Honda exposing her vulnerabilities, Idores found the catgirl to be far less intimidating.
As for the two knights. Idores never thought she would hear the legendary King Arthur and Mordred squeal as they are right now.
Idores breath became slightly off pace as she felt her own hands gravitate to her mammaries, giving an experimental squeeze to herself, feeling increasingly hot.
Atalanta's heart was pounding as her mind was running circles. She had unintentionally experienced something only a woman could feel. She felt elated, and that's what scared her, she wasn't supposed to be this vulnerable or enjoying this. But this Warlock knew where to touch. In battle Atalanta held the advantage, here however she was the hunted and he the hunter.
Her human side that held her vow close was protesting at the idea of breaking it. Her more animalistic side that praised dominance and was more attuned to natural instinct, was finding temptation where there was normally indifference. Temptation for what exactly, Atalanta feared the answer.
Honda came closer to Atalanta, who was avoiding his gaze.
"I…won't be swayed. I intend to preserve my chastity!" Atalanta said.
Honda scratched his chin in thought. 'Not working huh? I guess it's gonna take more than that.'
Honda pressed his lips to the side of her left ear. She hitched as she couldn't help feeling the stimulation. She began gasping more as Honda worked his way to her collar, slowly smooching each bit of her lower neck and collarbone.
"W-wait! What are you doing?" Atalanta asked Honda as he began smooching near her breast area.
Honda looked upwards. "If you're gonna get prana, gotta get your body ready for it."
"B-but! Why? I was your enemy? Why would you want to keep me as a servant so desperately?! Such weakness!" The Archer argued.
Honda's hand squeezed her right breast causing her to moan. Her face met his as he stared with a knowing look. The Archer's face was blushing.
"Does this feel weak to you? How about…this?"
Honda began suckling her right breast, now exposed by Honda removing the straps of the battle garb she wore, causing Atalanta to hitch in her throat. Her tail began brushing against Honda, slowly brushing left and right. It began shifting to and fro against Honda's left thigh, almost beckoning him onward.
Honda looked downwards at the intrusive touch of an extra limb.
'Woah! The tail moves! Almost as if it were real! These roleplayers really know their costumes!' Honda smirked before placing his hands on the tail, caressing the fluffy prehensile limb.
Atalanta was beginning to feel her body heat up, moistening down to where her crotch met Honda's, though blocked by their respective clothing. Honda began grinding.
Atalanta almost panicked. For a second she almost forgot where she was due to the near blissful state she was being exposed to.
"Don't worry, I'll make you feel good." Honda said as he began grinding against Atalanta, the friction caused Atalnata to moan louder as it was slow and yet deep thrusts that sent jolts on her body.
"Hah….uhhh." Atalanta let out as her eyes closed.
Mordred groaned as Stria began placing her right hands' fingers on Mordred's crotch area, still clothed, however the thin fabric enabled Stria to rub her up and down gently tending to her nether region.
Mordred moaned upwards to the ceiling.
Saber let out a high pitched gasp as Assassin had licked the back of Saber's right ear, causing the King of Knight to nearly bite her lip to prevent herself from moaning louder.
Idores was squeezing her breasts at a faster pace, feeling herself lick her lips as she watched on.
'Why am I…doing this?' The Velune magus thought to herself finding her manicured doll like hands slipping into her dress so she could fondle her bare pale left breast. Her moan was silent within the closet, away from prying eyes.
Atalanta could feel her bindings lighten, Honda had released her from her restraints.
Atalanta could kill him right now. She could end the Warlock here. And yet…she remained limp, helpless against the onslaught of stimulation as Honda continously grinded whilst smooching her breasts and lower neck. Her thighs began wrapping around Honda's waist slowly.
'I need prana in order to reach the grail! But, my vow!' Atalanta thought before Honda released her, taking a look at her flushed face.
"Hey Ata! You okay?" Honda asked.
Atalanta was at a crossroads. To fulfill her dream or preserve her chastity!
Atalanta wanted more than anything for a world where all children are loved. It was an impossible dream, and yet one worth all the sacrifice. But in order to obtain it, she would need to serve the Warlock as he has been the strongest magus thus far, and is most likely the one to obtain the grail. But was she ready to relinquish her vow to Artemis?
"Archer?" Honda asked again.
"Fine…" Atalanta whispered. He eyes moistened as she had made her decision.
"What was that?" Honda asked.
"Do what you will…I won't fight…" Atalanta said, though appearing saddened. If she is to make an impossible wish, then she must be ready to do the impossible in order to obtain it. Even if it meant not seeing the world she envisioned and with her paying the price for breaking her vow, she would see through to the end.
"Lady Artemis…forgive me…" Atalanta said in submission.
"How about a compromise?" Honda said to the huntress as she shifted her legs helplessly against Honda's sides. She blushed at his prominent bulge that pressed against her still.
"Compromise?" Atalanta said.
Honda grinned. "Since you want to protect your 'virginity' and all that, I'll respect it. But I do need to put prana in you somehow so, I'm thinking…since that's off the table we're gonna have to perform in another way."
Atalaata blinked in uncertainty. Her chastity was saved, though Honda had other plans.
"Like what?" Atalanta.
Honda winked. "Well…open your mouth." Honda requested.
Atalanta gulped before opening her mouth slowly. Honda, in reaction to Atalanta following orders, pulled her into a deep kiss. Atalanta's eyes widened. Her eyes shook as Honda began devouring her lips, smooching here and there before he pressed her against the bed.
Idores felt her heart stop as Honda had engulfed Atalanta's lips with his own. The loud smooches could be heard even from this closet as the eighth master 'exchanged' with his Archer.
Mordred felt a bit bitter at not being the one to be kissed before Stria slipped her ha d inside her red tube top.
"Don't worry, Honda will take care of you too. I'll just keep you tended to until then, okay?" Stria said.
Mordred gasped again as Stria pinched her right nipple.
"Y-you make it sound like I'm a pet or something!" Mordred squeaked out before looking away to the side and avoiding Saber as the blue knight was being tortured by Assassin.
Assassin, with a smirk, had slipped her right hand into the King of Knights' panties and began teasing her slit, causing Saber to jolt in pleasure as her pale body clashed against Assassin's shadow coated one.
"My body…is burning!" Saber said to herself.
Assassin whispered in her ear. "You're master needs his servants warmed up. You know you want this, what Honda will do to you after he's done with Archer. Just…watch." Assassin said, making sure Saber saw how Honda would claim her if she behaved.
Atalanta felt like her body was steadily more responsive though not in the way she expected. Her arms began wrapping around Honda pulling him in. She began sliding her own tongue against his, her arms practically clawing his back as she pulled him in wanton desire, a haze began filling her mind as she did so.
'Woah she's really good with her tongue!' Honda thought to himself as he continued to do battle with his tonsils, her instincts making her nimbly overlap his oral thrusts with her own.
"Mmmmphh….* smooch*" Atalanta released herself from the kiss, amazed at her own actions. Honda however was turned on beyond measure as he began to devour her breasts, alternating to and fro between her right and left breast before laying claim to her lips once more, Atalanta heaved after each suck.
Honda began shifting his attention to the catgirls' panties, now moistened as a result of the foreplay he provided this far.
"W-wait I thought you said-" Atalanta protested.
"Don't worry. I'm still keeping my promise." Honda said before he slipped off the undergarments of the argonaut. Atalanta felt her heart jackhammer out of both fear as well as a foreign feeling within her breast. One that wanted Honda to continue.
Honda kissed her abdominals, the sheen of slight perspiration highlighting the curvature of her lean muscles. Honda then squeezed her hip line, raising her hips upwards as he placed his lips against her entrance.
Assassin slipped one finger inside Saber's entrance causing the blonde to heave out a shuddering breathe as she followed Honda's example through stimulating her lower lips, now slick with arousal.
"Atalanta, you are just so purrfect!" Honda joked before he began providing cunnilingus to his servant.
Atalanta felt the room shake as her head flung upwards to the ceiling, gasping as jolts of neural stimulation coursed through her body. It was like lightning shot through her.
"Ahhhhnn!" Atalanta moaned out as the Warlock began pleasing her, slowly licking and salivating from the cries of euphoria as he excavated her insides.
Idores felt her dress was far too tight slowly slipping it downwards as she revealed both of her large porcelain globes. Her hands began squeezing both of her twins as she gazed almost hungrily at Honda and his pet. Hondas face was obscured by Atalanta's left thigh, arched as Honda kept her legs over her shoulders.
Atalanta placed her right hand on Honda's head, not paying attention to the fact that the phantom wire that ensnared her was now no longer keeping her grounded to the bed.
As Honda continued to lather her lower body with thrusts of his tonsils, the cat girl raised herself on her elbows to look at what her master was doing to her.
She was confused, on one hand he was touching her entrance and at the same time he was not technically taking her virginity. She wasn't sure where to draw the line, especially with how good this felt.
'I…I can't believe how loud she is!' Idores thought as the feline woman moaned out airily, the green locks of her hair being flung back as her head whiplashed backwards from the oral pleasure the Warlock provided. The sight was, dare she say it, arousing to her.
'I can't stop!' Idores continued to pinch her own nipples as before looking towards her own lower skirt.
Honda raised Atalanta's legs over his shoulders as he continued to place his face deeper into her, raising her lower body higher to the point it was practically in the air as he continued to lick her muff.
"*Hiss* W-why is this…feeling so…" Atalanta had to bite her bottom lip to stop herself from finishing her sentence. Her body was steadily burning on fire as Honda squeezed her glutes whilst licking her. Atalanta held onto the covers of the bed as she had nowhere else to grab. As she moaned, one could see her slightly longer than normal canines, signifying her animal-like features.
Honda then released from her smooching her lower abdominals as he slyly crawled his way back to Atalanta before turning her around.
Idores had slipped her skirt downwards a tad, her usually silky smooth white hair flicked out of her eyesight as she edged her left hand towards her love canal.
'What is he going to do to her?' Idores curiously thought to herself.
Saber and Mordred found themselves looking towards Honda as he pleasured the Archer. Their faces were flushed as they looked on while being stimulated by Assassin and Stria respectively.
Atalanta found herself submitting. Honda smooched her glutes and her lower spine before he shifted their bodies where he was smooching the side of her neck. Both master and servant laid on their right side as Honda nibbled her neckline. Their position was fully revealed to the rest of the ladies in the room as Atalanta hissed and gasped with her body arched against Honda's torso. Her greenish hair had some stray locks covering her left eye as she clenched her eyes tightly whilst her master squeezed her left breast with his left arm. His right arm held her in place.
"W-what are you doing?" Atalanta gasped out as Honda removed his own pants, tossing them aside as he pressed himself against her buttocks. He smooched her feline ears.
"I'm entering…the back entrance." Honda let out in a husky whisper before pressing his lips against Atalanta whose eyes were wide as she now knew where he was claiming her.
Idores' breathing increased as she had begun slipping her fingers from her left hand into her own vagina, slowly entering herself in tandem with Honda and Atalanta. She closed her eyes as she felt herself feeling fuller as a result of her own fingers. At this point Idores didn't care about how wrong this was, in fact, it did not even register as a thought at all. The view was simply too hot to ignore.
Honda and Atalanta groaned and sighed as his holy scepter was pressed against her cavern from the backside. Atalanta felt him prod the back door as she was practically under his control. Honda's right arm began simultaneously fingering Atalanta as he entered her, the stimulation enabling Honda to slowly enter her whilst maintaining pleasure as this needed to be done carefully.
Atalnata moaned in Honda's mouth as he entered her. She felt fuller, and admittingly unsure to this position. However with a bit of careful shifting on Honda's part as well as the multiple places of stimulation, she found herself not in as much pain as she had thought.
Honda slowly but surely thrusted himself, Atalanta gasping whilst lip locked with Honda, causing her hitches to be muffled.
Idores was reddened as she witnessed Atalanta, the great Artemis worshipping archer known for chastity and pride, take anal from Honda the Warlock. Watching Honda's bulky body overshadowing her more curvaceous and slender one made Idores blink rapidly. Her mouth was parched as she watched on, finding herself enraptured by the sight of the 'prana exchange'.
Honda lifted Atalanta's right thigh upwards. The servant with her own feline-like flexibility was able to keep her leg upright and maintain her position. She heaved as Honda thrusted into her, her shapely buttocks clashing against Hondas front as he smooched her neck. Atalanta, in retaliation pulled him into her neck, her mouth in a silent o shape as she was being railed in.
Honda increased the pace, clap sounds of flesh echoed against the room as the catgirl moaned towards the ceiling, growing wet and finding herself grinding harder into Honda's crotch.
Atalanta couldn't help it, her instincts guiding her movements as opposed to her mind.
Idores fingered herself in tandem with Honda's thrusts, fanning her inner flames as she stockpiled the view into memory, the reverbing echo of Honda's and Atalanta's voices blended as they lost themselves in their carnal dance. Honda's muscles began sweating as he pumped his servant over and over again, she grinding in retaliation with eyes closed and her increasingly messy green hair obscuring her eyes.
Saber had found herself grinding into Assassin's fingers as she watched on, ashamed to admit her own desire but nevertheless desperate to have her desire satiated.
"Hah! Ugh! Oh!" Atalanta continuously moaned out with each thrust as Honda still massaged her left breast, pinching her nipples whilst kissing her lower neck to provided maximum stimulation as humanely possible.
A bubble began forming inside Atalanta, she was growing more heated and blissfully submissive as Hondas thrusts increased in both pace and power, causing the bed to creak with their haphazard movements.
Idores began hissing in her throat as she increased her pace, feeling lightheaded as she neared ever closure to erotic euphoria.
CLAP
CLAP
CLAP
"Hmmm! Hah! Ah!" Atalanta let out as her the bubble inside her as Honda practically jackhammered her from behind, both of them now on their knees. Atalanta had to lean on the headboard to prevent herself from collapsing. Even as a servant her body was increasingly limp.
Both master and servant began grinding against one another in rapid pace for a staggering moment before the non magus held the wild beauty tightly against his body as he released inside Atalanta, her glutes tightly against her new master as he let out one a prolonged groan. Atalanta limply pulled Honda closer with her left hand pulling Honda from his back, ensuring that he didn't release. It was more instinctual than conscious as she had practically exploded herself, spasming her orgasmic release.
Idores had to press her own lips tightly in order to not let the other know of her presence as she had orgasmed herself. She felt her whole body alight with burning passion as Honda and Atalanta let out their inner floodgates.
Honda let out a groan as he turned Atalanta's head around and gave her one final deep smooch, Atalanta finding herself reciprocating on reflex. Her nostrils had to maintain her air flow as she was practically out of breath from the experience. Honda laid the Archer on the bed, with a plop, he disconnected from his Archer.
Idores had almost collapsed inside the closet, as she hugged her knees to herself, her hair out of place where her right eye was covered by the fraggled strands. Her tight top was removed and messingly clung to her waist whilst her skirt remained on her shapely toned ankles, as her nether regions were exposed from her voyeur session. Idores had to admit, the whole thing had turned her on to an unfathomable degree. If anything could have been different she wished that she-
'No…no! Stop it! You're just frustrated!' Idores thought to herself, forcefully reigning in her inner thoughts as she closed her eyes tight, focusing on her breathing. Sweat encompassed her forehead, her cheeks and ear flushed red in sharp contrast with her voluptuous pale body.
Honda smiled at Atalanta as she was asleep, the fighting from earlier combined with her 'torture' simply being too much for the servant as she drowned in much needed rest.
He looked towards the other girls still left on the bed, all four blushing at the lustful display.
Honda edged his way on towards his awaiting servants. His phallus still remaining upright despite the invigorating exchange he just had with Atalanta.
Mordred and Saber seemed nervous as Honda edged closer to the two. He pulled Mordred first into a deep tantalizing kiss, her eyes widening as Honda slipped his tongue into the fiery red knights' mouth.
Mordred attempted to pull back. She seemed saddened.
"D-don't, I am not your serva-" Mordred said before Honda pulled her into another kiss, laying claim on his servants' tongue with his own, suckling on the extended organ whilst doing so.
Saber stared in shock as her master and enemy made face.
"H-Honda!" Saber said. Honda pulled from Mordred, her eyes were lopsided and slightly dazed from the smooch session she had with Honda. He then pulled Saber into a make out session fit for a King. Saber was more timid in comparison to Mordred but as Assassin let Saber go from her grasp, Saber found herself leaning into Honda despite her wrists bounded, toppling Honda over with her Saber class strength.
Honda spun her around and kept himself atop the King who was only clad in her lingerie like undergarments.
Honda then pulled Mordred into a kiss again, Mordred finding herself tilting her own head as Honda kissed her to make it easier for herself to get to his tongue and enable him to excavate hers. He then placed Mordred on the bed next to Saber.
Idores had forgotten that Honda had drunk a whole vial of the 'performance enhancer' and thus was ready a lot faster for this festival of lust as opposed to before.
As the Warlock edged closer to the King of Knights and the Knight of Betrayal, both legends awaited their master's punishment
With absolute hunger in their eyes.
CHAPTER END
A/n: Whew! That was a long chapter! I apologize for the wait some of you may have endured. This was my longest chapter yet as I didn't want any cutbacks for the taming of Atalanta. In fact this chapter is three times the length I normally go for, hope you enjoyed it! Next chapter Honda takes on the troublesome two knights, both red and blue! With Stria and Assassin he'll be more than a little busy. Do be sure to leave a comment, question, critique, spread the word if you can, and I'll be seeing you soon. Until then readers!