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-Servants' Conquest-
An austere blonde woman in a blue dress set about tidying the room, introducing order to chaos. She was a Servant, a Heroic Spirit by the name of Altria Pendragon, bound to a human Master. Though such a task was beneath a knight of her stature, it was her duty to serve her Master in any way she could. She went from the bedroom to the kitchen and began washing the dishes that had been piled there from dinner.
It had been her Master's turn to cook that night, so she didn't mind taking care of the clean-up.
"Hey, Saber."
Saber glanced up from her task as her Master entered the room. "Yes? What is it?"
"Have you heard about this Servants' Conquest thing?"
The blonde went stock-still and the plate fell from her slack hand, shattering with a loud clatter. "Where did you hear about that?"
"Is everything okay, Saber? Your face is all red."
"It isn't," Saber insisted, though her cheeks were hot.
"Right... So what is it?"
"..."
"..."
Saber cleared her throat and turned off the tap. She wiped her hands on the front of her apron and then clasped them together. "It's, ah, a competition for Servants to... prove their supremacy without the aid of their Masters."
"Shouldn't you enter? You're strong enough to take on anyone who dared challenge you!"
Saber averted blue eyes, scowling as her face grew hotter. "That's... No, that isn't necessary."
"Huh? Why not?"
"Ignorance is bliss, as they say," Saber mumbled to herself. Louder, she said, "Come. After I've finished up here, we should get back to training."
Masters and Servants shared much of their time together, so it was only natural that they learned personal aspects of each other's lives—both past and present. The Servants' Conquest Competition was perhaps a Servant's best kept secret due to the delicate nature of the engagement. It encouraged a different kind of duel, one that some Servants were happy to indulge in...while others were not.
Saber fell into the latter category, though she found herself standing outside of the very arena where the events were held the next day.
Chaldea had constructed the Grand Order Edifice to serve as a neutral ground where Heroic Spirits could interact should they choose to. It was yet another way for the Mage's Association to observe the individuals they'd summoned, but the reward outweighed the breach of privacy. Win or lose, those who took part in Servants' Conquest Competition enjoyed the effects of relieving their frustrations... Or so she had heard.
Saber approached the brightly coloured building adjacent to the towering main hall. The automatic doors opened and out wafted the rich aroma of fresh, hot delicacies and her stomach growled. She was here to meet up with some friends—if one could call someone one would be fighting against tooth and nail that.
A regal blonde woman dressed in armour raised her hand in greeting. Jeanne D'Arc, The Maid of Orléans, smiled serenely when Saber approached her. "Good afternoon."
"Good afternoon, ladies."
The second woman seated at the table had long, fiery hair and striking blue eyes. Her white outfit had a fur ruff and the cut out at the front revealed her prodigious bust. "Hullo, Saber."
Saber took the remaining seat and Jeanne D'Arc gestured for the waitress. Tea was poured and the Servants placed their orders. Then, a chime sounded overhead and the trio looked at each other.
"The 'match' is starting," Jeanne D'Arc remarked, sipping her tea.
Boudica pushed her chair back and stood. "I should go."
"Best of luck."
The redhead grinned. "Leave it to me."
As she sauntered off, Saber asked, "Would you consider taking part in the contest, Jeanne?"
"No," she said without hesitation. "Why do you ask?"
Saber avoided the questioning look she received and tucked into her lunch. "Y-yes... Me neither."
Boudica's booted steps echoed as she strode down the hallway. Her heart rate was elevated, but she didn't let it reflect in her posture. Part of her was nervous, but the greater part was excited.
There was a preference form entrants filled out before taking part in the contest, in the interest of keeping match ups, not only fair, but suitable for both participants. That meant a hardcore sadist would never be paired with someone who preferred more vanilla sex and a lesbian would never end up with a male. Despite having been with men before, Boudica preferred the company of women and the tournament was a good chance to sample all that the fairer sex had to offer.
Her excitement mounting, Boudica glanced at the message board outside of her intended destination. A tournament style ladder was posted and her showed name was paired with... Mata Hari.
The redhead blinked, disbelief colouring her cheeks. She knew the dark-haired assassin to be flirty and fun-loving—a mask that concealed a cunning spy. Mata Hari would prove to be a worthwhile opponent, but Boudica was known as the Queen of Victory and she intended to conquer any challenge presented to her.
Past the entryway was a Spartan bedroom with dark brown walls, crème trim, and high, arched ceilings. In its centre was an enormous, round bed with crisp white sheets and a high, upholstered headboard. Boudica patted its surface and found it to be soft as a cloud. There was also a pair of armchairs in front of an electric fireplace, which hadn't been turned on as of yet. Boudica glanced around, her stomach churning nervously as she wondered where her opponent was.
The redhead straightened her shoulders and breathed in deeply, pushing her nerves to the back of her mind. She began to disrobe, until she stood in just her underwear, folding her clothing neatly and placing them on one of the armchairs before returning to the bed and sitting at its centre. Then, she crossed her legs and waited.
She didn't have to wait long before the fireplace flared to life and the recessed lighting dimmed. Then, the door on the opposite side of the room swung open to reveal a tan-skinned beauty with long brown hair. She was dressed like an exotic dancer, a bright orange two piece affair that left much of her skin exposed. She smiled brightly when she saw Boudica and didn't seem at all nervous as she shed what little clothing she possessed. Her underwear were mere black strings that barely concealed their intended body parts.
Boudica would be lying if she said her interest—among other things—wasn't aroused.
"Boudica! Lucky me~" Mata Hari wasted no time joining the redhead in bed, crawling over on all-fours then straddling Boudica's lap and looping her arms around her neck. "Part of me hoped I would be matched with you eventually."
The body above hers was warm. Boudica's hands moved without any input from her brain, resting on full hips. Soft, too... "You did...?"
She was charmed by the seductress before her, but she wasn't going to let that affect her performance.
"Oh, yes. But you're not here to listen to my inane chatter, are you?"
Their lips met, the firm pressure sending a shiver down Boudica's spine. Mata Hari reached around behind the redhead to unhook her bra as their tongues duelled for dominance. Not to be outdone, Boudica relieved Mata Hari of her bra, shifting her weight to roll the brunette onto her back so that she could remove matching panties. She wasted no time burying her face between buxom swells, nuzzling and nipping soft skin.
Mata Hari smelled good and the throaty sounds she made were divine. A lustful haze settled over Boudica's senses as she groped and kneaded whatever flesh she could reach, acclimating herself to her partner's curvaceous form. The slender column of her throat, full breasts, narrow waist, wide hips, and long legs were all incredibly attractive to the redhead—soft and feminine, but toned in all the right places. Long brown tresses tickled Boudica as their lips met again, more urgently this time, and she lifted her hips to allow the woman to remove her underwear.
Wait, when had Mata Hari gotten on top...?
The brunette was smirking as she sat back on her heels, gripping Boudica's thighs and splaying them wide. She straddled the redhead, aligning their sexes before lowering herself so that their lower lips shared a kiss. Electricity zipped from the point of contact to the redhead's core and Boudica bucked, gasping. She could feel the brunettes's wetness against her own sex, their excitement intermingling as they began to grind against each other.
This slick friction was an entirely new sensation to Boudica, who shivered and moaned as she rocked her hips to meet the brunette's. Mata Hari's nails dug into Boudica's thighs as she braced herself, her breasts bouncing as she began to rock in earnest. Pleasure built as they moved in tandem, relishing in the shared heat of their bodies and the delicious friction. Their hands roamed, finding purchase where they could as either woman tried to ground herself.
Boudica's movements became more erratic as she drew closer to orgasm. She clawed at the sheets, arching as pleasure overwhelmed her and she heard Mata Hari cry out shortly after. Panting, the brunette rolled off of her, and they laid side-by-side as they caught their breath. A warm, comfortable heaviness weighed down their limbs and eyelids as they sunk into the plushness of the bed.
Boudica stirred, rational thought managing to pierce through the euphoric post-climax haze. Mata Hari had bested her. This was no time to be in a state of repose!
The redhead sat up, taking advantage of Mata Hari's prone position and flipping her onto her stomach. She grabbed full hips and pulled them back towards her, raising the brunette's rounded backside. The view was so nice Boudica couldn't help but give it a little smack, biting her lip at the way it bounced against her palm. A second, firmer slap prompted a sharp look over the brunette's shoulder, so the redhead moved on—at least for now.
Mata Bari's lower lips were flush with arousal and from this vantage point, Boudica could see the pinkness of her entrance. The redhead teased slick wetness with her fingertips and Mata Hari's hips twitched, a moan leaving her. That was all the encouragement Boudica needed to push two fingers inside, thrusting shallowly until the brunette's inner muscles adjusted to them. Then, she added another, the tightness of velvet soft walls clenching around slender digits making her own sex clench sympathetically.
As she sped up her pace, Boudica curved her fingers slightly, finding a spot deep within Mata Hari that made her shudder and cry out throatily. She continued to massage the spot, wiggling the tips of her fingers against it as Mata Hari's sex gripped them more tightly still. The brunette arched her back, spreading her legs eagerly so that talented fingers thrusted deeper. Her toes curled and she clawed at the sheets, her wanton cries of ecstasy growing louder as pleasure assailed her senses.
Boudica kneaded the globes of Mata Hari's ass with her free hand, entranced by the soft, yet firm flesh. She thrust her fingers as far as they would go and Mata Hari came with a throaty moan, her inner walls clenching spasmodically around Boudica's fingers. The redhead slowed her pace, easing her partner down from her high even as Mata Hari slumped to the bed. Her change in position caused Boudica's fingers to slip free and the brunette groaned, shivering.
"Bou-di-ca~"
The redhead heeded the come-hither motion of Mata Hari's finger, her aching inner muscles twitching hopefully. She allowed herself to be lowered onto her back, sinking her hand into dark tresses as they exchanged another heated kiss. It was Mata Hari who pulled away first and she kissed her way down Boudica's body, pausing between pale swells when she realized that the redhead's sizable rack was quite sensitive. As she teased one rosy nipple with teeth and tongue, she pinched and rolled the other between her fingers. Once she had Boudica whimpering and squirming, Mata Hari continued along her way, kissing a trail down the redhead's stomach and lower still—
"Wait..." Boudica husked. "Both of us; together."
Mata Hari looked surprised, but it passed quickly and she beamed. This time, when she kissed Boudica, it was a soft, lingering contact that took her breath away. Then, Mata Hari turned around so that her sex was over Boudica's face and the musk of her arousal made the redhead's mouth water.
Without hesitation, Boudica leaned up and began eating Mata Hari out with gusto, focusing her oral attentions on the sensitive bundle of nerves at the top of the brunette's slit. She gripped Mata Hari's thighs, pulling her in closer as she licked, and felt a shudder travel the length of the brunette's body.
The first touch of a tongue against her own clitoris made Boudica gasp and spread her legs wide. Mata Hari was quite good at this, alternating between licking and wrapping her lips around the little nub and applying suction. The resulting pleasure made Boudica forget herself; she was reminded of the task at present when Mata Hari pushed her pelvis down meaningfully. Boudica resumed lapping at Mata Hari's sex, adding two fingers to her sopping wet slit for good measure.
A litany of moans left both women as they tried their hardest to make their partner cum. Gasps and whimpers punctuated those throaty utterances as pleasure continued to build. Boudica was close, and judging by the way Mata Hari's sex squeezed greedily around her fingers, she wouldn't be far behind. The contest all but forgotten for the moment, both Servants redoubled their efforts, a squelching sound joining their erotic symphony.
Neither could say who came first, but they called each other's names as they shivered and bucked.
...
In the afterglow, the two cuddled together. Boudica pulled Mata Hari against her, pressing a kiss to the top of her head and sighing contentedly.
"That was amazing."
"Mm... I believe we're tied," Mata Hari murmured, nuzzling the curve of Boudica's jaw.
It didn't feel like a tie, as exhausted and satisfied as both parties were, but rules were rules.
The redhead stirred. "One more round, all or nothing?"
The brunette threw her leg over Boudica, straddling her midsection and leering wickedly at the other woman. "You're on."
Then their lips met and there was no more talk—just moans and breathy exclamations.
Redressed and feeling refreshed, Boudica exited the room. She glanced at the message board, more out of habit than anything, and her eyebrows rose.
All of the names in black were contestants who had been defeated three times and were therefore disqualified, whereas blue names were contestants who were moving onto other matches. A third colour, red, was reserved for new additions to the competition, which accepted entrants at any point and time.
There, at the very bottom of the list in red, was a familiar name: Altria Pendragon.
End?
