I'm back! Hopefully didn't get you guys waiting for so long. As I've mentioned in the previous chapter, this is an M-rated chapter... where things finally happens beyond heavy petting. I'm excited! As always, read and enjoy at your own risk.
Kokomo: Basically, yes. You should read the old version, plus HV-S02: QGF & HV-S03: SI to get a full picture, though I'm trying to re-explain things without making it boring in this story. Or, if you want a jam-packed answer, you should check the Character Sheet for the old version. Spoilers warning, though, over there, so beware.
Kjo: What do you mean?
Rankin de Merthyr: I share your laughter when I see how much of a goody-two-shoes my readers actually are when they sent me their... concerns regarding the story. Oh, Shirou's saving everybody, so don't you worry. The switch between pronouns is intentional, though if things get too confusing, do tell me which parts I should edit. Don't be shy! Though I'm sad you disabled PM features because I'd like to send this reply directly to you first.
N.B.: A Glossary Update at the end of the chapter. Check it out!
Tag(s): Futanari, Handjob, Blowjob, Incest, Underage, Femdom
As was the norm recently, Altria had trouble controlling her drumming heartbeat at night. Chief among which was because she'd been sleeping with Morgan lately, owing to the need to drill lessons regarding the Thaumaturgical Foundation of the Pendragon Clan into her head because Morgan sensed their separation was near, and partially because… well…
She couldn't hold back after… many things which had happened.
Her breath was moist and haggard, eyes unable to focus on anything. Thus, she chose to tilt her head to stare at the ceiling, as spots and flashes began to overcome her vision. All her senses were focused on her small cock, its tip still covered by a healthy amount of foreskin, and its rather flaccid hardness being gently massaged by her older sister.
Morgan's eyes shone, as always, with a different kind of desire than her younger sister, though she, too, was feeling a small amount of pleasure seeing Altria, the person set to rob her of everything she was entitled to, squirm and dance under her palms with just the minutest of movement. She could literally stop her little sister's heart from beating with just a little more pressure at certain spots, or introducing her suddenly to new pleasure points.
For example, this handjob. While Altria's cock was no longer than her middle finger, it was still curiously as receptive to inputs as a real man's genitals – Morgan's using Sirius as an example here, who's grown even bigger lately. She gently played with the foreskin, being careful not to peel it back too suddenly this night, since she's not planning on knocking Altria unconscious just yet. That's a trick she usually employed when Altria's feeling particularly peckish outdoors, where Morgan had to deliver just as much pleasure under a shorter amount of pain, despite the inevitable small accompanying pain. In Avalon, there's not much natural cover, so she had to take care of her little sister's libido indoors.
To be frank, she preferred it outdoors. Morgan had strong connections to Britannia's nature, so it's more of a safe space compared to any random room, however well-furnished. There's just nothing like the sense of freedom when naked skin felt the gentle sway of the wind or the freshness of the grass below – and this was why she's so fond on taking outdoor baths, accepting there's going to be a risk of peeping toms like her little sister over here. Magecraft came in very handy in this situation, as only those she permitted to view her naked beauty was unaffected by the numerous Bounded Field she'd set up whenever she took her clothes off.
The thought of having Sir Ector, who's been their guardian since childhood, accidentally seeing her blossoming body caused disgust to well up within her, though she supposed it's just one of those natural things. After all, what was natural anymore when she herself willingly gave sexual services to her little sister, who was her 'little brother' to the eyes of the public?
She's pretty sure Kay was already suspecting something, given how terrible Altria was to keep secrets from automatically showing up on her face. It's a good thing they'd excused themselves to Avalon to visit Merlin, or their tryst might've been blown by now. It's easy to speculate because incest was still considered acceptable – if barely, and very uncommon already – so he wouldn't need too much evidence to accuse the pair of any wrongdoing.
She could take it. Altria could not. The latter's path to be king mustn't be disturbed just yet, or the impact of her carefully-curated revelation would lose its meaning later.
"Tss!" Altria hissed, bringing Morgan's attention back to what she's doing. "S-Sister… It s-stings there…"
"Sorry, sorry. I'll focus more on your male parts; is that alright?" Morgan cajoled, glad her temporary absent-mindedness went unnoticed. "Hush, hush. Sorry, little guy… Big Sister will take care of you now…"
She blew gently on Altria's tip earning her yet another amusing shiver and groan from her little sister.
Just now, her knuckles accidentally brushed against Altria's clit and labia, partially hidden under her cute testicles. They had grown unusually dry lately – a sign Altria beginning to prefer male pleasure instead of a female one – so the sudden friction must've been painful. Morgan knew little of this discomfort, since Merlin had taught her well in this regard – of the importance of proper lubrication, whether natural or otherwise – but with the amount of clones she had active now, came large influx of information about various things, including things unpleasant for women.
"S-Sister… your m-mouth, please…"
Morgan chuckled, showing her best smile at the clearly-dazed Altria. "You're so spoiled."
Granted, she's been doing nothing but stroking Altria's shaft gently for the past few minutes. However proud she was of her sexual techniques, even that would've brought boredom to her little sister. Altria lacked the composure to maintain eye contact during the handjob, which Morgan considered one of the more romantic aspect of foreplay, so she perhaps grew tired of it quicker.
…or she just couldn't wait to cum. Could be either one.
- Chu.
"Uuu…!" Altria's hips bucked upwards, as she bit her lower lip to stifle any loud moan. It's rather unnecessary given Morgan had drawn up a privacy Bounded Field… but her little sister didn't know that. She assumed everyone's going to be able to hear her across Avalon's rather serene and peaceful flower gardens, and thought Merlin and Sirius would immediately catch on what they're doing from several paces away in their rooms.
Well, Sirius was away for some 'business', but Morgan didn't have to tell Altria that. If it could increase the latter's excitement, then it's the correct decision. The thrill of being caught was slowly being ingrained into Altria's being, thinking not only for herself, but for her older sister's public image if they're found out, even if Morgan was the one person who'd care the least about that. However, Altria was still assuming her claim for the throne was still far smaller than her older sister's, and a queen shouldn't get involved in unnecessary incestuous scandals.
Altria's precum tasted salty – a taste Morgan was gradually beginning to learn to live with, while they're still together. She didn't immediately put everything in her mouth, though that wouldn't be a daunting thought, given how cute and adorable the cock's size was, but merely extended her tongue to poke inside Altria's foreskin, meeting the tip with the latter's urethra, while her lips gently squeezed the whole head from the outside.
She cradled Altria's testicles with one hand, while the other caressed around the outermost of her little sister's anus, thinking a developing this area would be novel, now that Altria's pussy's in quite a rebellious state. The saliva dripping from her mouth trickled down the shaft, lubricating the two aforementioned acts, as Morgan felt Altria's thighs and legs stiffening straight by the sides of her head, trembling alongside her pelvis.
"Aaaaaaaahhhhhhhhh…"
- Schlick!
She deliberately made a sound right before she peeled Altria's foreskin in one go inside her mouth, forcing it to roll into a neat collar with a moist push from her lips. Then, she slid everything inside her mouth, only stopping when she felt she'd touched Altria's prickly, barely-growing blonde pubes.
"O-O-O-OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH?!"
- Splurt! Splurt! Splurt!
"Mmnnn…" Morgan hummed as thin streams of white, not-that-viscous liquid shot down her throat. It was scalding hot despite its small amount, cleanly dropping down her throat to settle into her stomach. "Mmmmmmmmmnnnnnnnnnnnnn…" She deliberately let her voice's vibration go on for a bit longer, giving Altria more stimulation as she rode out her orgasm.
Morgan's right thumb felt Altria's sphincter relaxing and contracting all the time, following the movement of her testicles, desperately pumping out cum. 'It's about time… Though which boy should I let develop her female parts? Will Shirō be interested?'
While she thought of that, she gently nibbled and kneaded her little sister's entire length, as if trying to massage out the leftovers inside her urethra, however unlikely.
"Aaa… A-Arghhh… Sister…" Altria panted heavily, calling out her name deliriously.
This was the most intense blowjob she'd received yet, and while the embarrassment of finishing it with just one stroke hadn't dawned on her, her cheeks melted into a stupid smile. With hearts in her eyes, she caressed her older sister's head with her trembling arms, knowing Morgan didn't like it when Altria touched her without permission or trying to take control.
She hadn't realized Morgan was weighing in on the candidates she could be pimped out to, her mind still deep in a pink haze.
Early Christians lacked the political power to dramatically change the political and judicial landscape across Europe, Northern Africa, and Western Asia, and thus the old remnants of Roman culture were still strongly practiced in most places. This included the tendency for high-born and/or rich individuals to take in younger lovers of the same sex, which Roman culture mostly viewed as 'tutelage' and less of a 'prostitution'. Indeed, the older partner was responsible for a lot of things, including their young charge's physical and emotional well-being until they came of age, so it's not an easy relationship to shoulder. Those who couldn't do so chose to drown themselves in the pleasure districts – either in the same-sex public bathhouses or private 'entertainers' on house calls. This practice was getting more difficult to find, yes, but still far from being eradicated or frowned upon.
In fact, their father, Uther, was one of the shining examples of the newer generation who didn't practice this habit, so taken was he to their mother's past beauty. Morgan once thought it fortunate he wasn't into incest as well, since she inherited most of Igraine's beauty and appearance, or her younger years would've been filled with those ancient Roman sexual indoctrination.
While she respected Uther for what he'd accomplish, she didn't love him both as a father and a man – even less so these days compared to her original self, who honoured his arrangements for Altria's coronation for a few years before that Morgan began plotting her revenge. If he was much more charismatic, for example like her distant ancestor Emperor Nero, then she wouldn't mind laying with him, much like those popular old stories in the Bible. She heard Queen Boudica lovingly served the late Emperor with everything she had, which also included her then-teenage daughters.
Raunchy, for sure. A story which wouldn't receive any attention back in Nero's time, but one which most certainly would instantly send a rabbi into a coma. Back then, with the sheer amount of incestuous content among the various mass religions and beliefs, it's still somewhat acceptable – much as her previous homosexual thoughts.
"U-U-Uwah! S-Si-Sisteeeeeeeerrrrrrrrrr…! I'm s-still c-cumming!" Altria shrieked, as Morgan continued to ram her cock's tip to the back of her mouth, as her cheeks continued to give suction as if intent on ripping her little sister's soul right out. "Still s-sensitive…!"
- Slurp… Slurp… Slurp…
Still, she didn't stop, locking in Altria's hips with her hands when the former attempted to pull away from what felt like an unrelenting black hole. She was tempted to do something much more stimulating – for example, directly hitting Altria's prostrate from her anal tract or inserting a water tentacle down her urethra and teasing her from there – but that's not today's main topic.
- Pssshhh…
"Uuuuuu… I-I'm sorry…" Altria sobbed. However, she quickly realized something which was even more harrowing. "No, Sister! T-That's dirty! Don't d-drink it!"
The blowjob continuation was enough for Altria to lose control of her bladder, though Morgan deliberately debased herself by choosing to drink it, so as to showcase her love to Altria. However sincere it was, the fact remained she'd let her little sister see the small sacrifices she made, so as to not allow Altria to dismiss, forget, and take it for granted. To be honest, there's nothing more annoying. Besides, Altria's diet was carefully monitored by Merlin since an early age to allow the best growing environment for her artificial Magic Cores, so her urine didn't actually taste or smell bad.
'I shouldn't make this a habit, though…' she reminded herself harshly, else her mind would've permanently grown more and more perverted each day. The thrill of such obscenity every day wasn't worth the hassle.
It's getting harder and harder to feel certain things lately, and she could even feel her original accursed affection for Altria dwindling by the day – and this was supposed to be the body which loved her the most. Similarly, the overflowing female lust girls Morgan's age felt was also mostly transferred over to the [Witch] body, which embodied most of what general people described these days as 'evil' and 'improper'. It was a rather worrying development, since going too far would've made her a celibate nun with zero libido… plus Merlin's inevitable teasing by then if that actually happened.
Altria slumped back onto her bed, unable to support lifting her upper body anymore. She crossed her arms across her face to hide both her intense blush and the uncontrollable tears flowing out from her eyes. Whether it's from sheer intense stimulation or shame, no one really knew. "U-Ugh… A-Argh…" She could only groan incoherently, her toes twitching, since Morgan still continued to gently suck on her entire penis.
- Chupo!
With a loud 'slurp', she finally let go after several minutes of post-orgasm service. The room naturally felt hotter owing to the increase of both their body temperatures and the exhalation of copious carbon dioxides, so Morgan unclasped her tunic and pulled down her skirt to reveal a thin, one-piece dress she lately wore as undergarment. It's of a much higher quality than what she'd wear in their travels, but since it's literally her teacher's house, containing a lot of raunchy and very comfortable camisoles, so it's easy just to pick one out of Merlin's wardrobe.
The succubus herself was an ardent supporter of leotards, much like the Roman fashion from several centuries ago. She's not as old as she portrayed herself to be, but her taste was indeed old-fashioned.
Morgan swallowed a mouthful of pride – though it's mostly remnants of urine and Cowper's fluid – as Altria's gaze inadvertently traced the silhouette of her near-naked body. Compared to her little sister, she's not actually sweating much, but there's enough moisture so her semi-erect nipples and moist crotch stuck onto the thin dress. Well, it's not like she'd never seen Morgan naked, but sometimes a change to ogle a woman's undergarments was the key to keeping things fresh.
Still, it's not like she wanted to do this while clothed.
She slowly and sensuously slipped off the straps of her camisole, letting it drop by Altria's feet. Despite being quite tired, her little sister's mouth still parted open in awe.
Morgan had to admit, she was feeling hot and bothered, too.
Especially for the decision she's about to make right now.
"Let's fuck, Altria."
Altria could scarcely believe her ears.
A dream she'd been having the instant her early puberty hit – the most wicked dream, in fact – was being served to her on a silver platter?
Perhaps her older sister had already realized this, and perhaps that was the reason Morgan was taking the initiative – something quite embarrassing, since Altria still identified mostly as male – but she suffered from a chronic case of underconfidence. Other boys her age and status – and plenty of older, mature men – would be utterly consumed by ambition the instant they realized the only thing standing between them and a position of powerful political power was a woman. No matter if it's a female sibling, their own mothers, or a more distant relative, a sense of entitlement would inevitably surface, as the current cultural climate was still unfortunately patriarchal.
Altria was unique, in addition to her physical condition. Or perhaps her lust for Morgan was just that strong.
Perhaps.
She begged for her older sister to stop teasing her earlier, but her limp dick instantly perked up, the hardest it's ever been, the instant Morgan finished her sentence. Her heart drummed against her skull, so loudly it was throbbing, as it desperately pumped blood everywhere on her body. Morgan felt her body temperature rising, but Altria didn't notice it, instead eagerly sitting up to meet her sister's pussy on eye-level, nearly shouting, "Yes!"
Morgan giggled, having stripped her clothes while standing on the bed earlier, feeling Altria's heavy breaths against her pubic mound. She gently lifted one leg, deliberately letting her little sister have a better view of her pussy lips, before placing it on Altria's meagre chest and pushing her back down onto the bed. "Then, relax and let me take the lead."
Altria wanted to protest, since her pride felt challenged when her first time would be on the bottom, but considering the chance Morgan had provided, she was adamant not to blow it up, so she could only dumbly nod and regretfully tear her eyes away from her sister's genitals.
"Ufufu, it's already so energetic…"
She looked away, mumbling, "…only because you're… too enchanting, Sister…"
Morgan giggled again. "Have you been spending too much time with Shirō? Your tongue is getting as sweet as him…"
Instead of pouting in embarrassment, however, a strange surge of irritation overwhelmed her thoughts. "You've… been with Sirius a lot, Sister?"
Naturally, this negative undertone didn't escape Morgan. "…jealous? Do you think he's more important to me than you, then?"
"O-Of course not!" She quickly protested. "It's just… Hearing you praise him all the time is a bit… u-uhm…"
- Tuk.
Altria felt her cheek being poked. Looking back up towards her older sister, an apology was already making it's way to her mouth, but… "O-O-OOOOOOHHHHHHHH?!"
- Plop.
She felt… like her dick had just melted into nothingness. Not painlessly, not unconsciously – it was hot. Scalding, searing.
Struggling, she strained her eyes downwards, where… they were finally connected.
A small trickle of blood flowed down from Morgan's pussy, a symbol of the sinful deed they're doing… and a sense of conquest erupted in her chest, overwhelming the initial mix of confusing sensation she's feeling.
- Splurt! Splurt! Splurt!
"A-A-Aaaaaaaahhhhhhh…"
She came in an instant, thin cum streaming upwards. It was quite a weak shot, so it quickly joined Morgan's virginal blood on its way out of her body. However, Morgan's constrictive, hot squeeze caused Altria's hips to instinctively slam upwards, spasming as deep as it can into her older sister's body in a desperate attempt to impregnate her.
To a third party, it's easy to notice Morgan wasn't really feeling anything but pity and mild disappointment. Merlin would've additionally realized the array of protective magical pregnancy spells which would've killed any sperm entering her birth canal. Much like Altria hypothesized earlier, Morgan's virginity was indeed much too precious to be wasted on her, but the older sister was adamant this was the way to go
At the very least, she'd gain some measure of emotional fulfilment, if not a physical one.
A cowgirl position was hard without somewhere to brace her upper body against, so Morgan slid her hands up Altria's torso, stopping to cop the little sister's meagre chest and use that as support. She felt the nipples already hardening to the max, though the time to solely play with them was still some way away. Still, it brought Altria yet another push towards yet a new orgasmic edge she was close to reaching again, even before Morgan moved once.
To distract her from yet another all-too-quick orgasm, Morgan began kneading her chest in circles, bunching whatever bulge existing there up to at least pretend she had grown breasts. Admittedly, Altria was beginning to, but she still looked boyish overall, and those who saw her bare-chested would've simply assumed she was lagging behind in her chest muscle training. It's an even balance of firmness and softness – very much like a slightly overweight boy's chest – but Altria's figure was so slim these breasts held a certain adorable charm to it. They were very much in contrast to Morgan's or Merlin's, which could perfectly fill a man's hands, or those ridiculously hourglass-like figures of the women Sirius knew in his other lives.
Altria's nipples, which was already hard from before, began to plump up as her areola began to follow suit, gaining some volume under Morgan's ministrations. Her breath began to hitch and stutter again, as she chose not to speak to focus herself and prevent herself from finishing too early.
Still, it was very difficult. "S-Sister… N-Not my nipples…"
"Are you already close again?"
She bit her lower lip. "…y-you're bullying me…!"
"Endure it for a while longer, please," Morgan deliberately played coy, pulling the 'hurt woman' look. "It's still somewhat painful for me, so please…"
Altria gulped, eyes flickering back to the not-insignificant pool of blood now dripping onto the mattress. She withheld the innate desire to check on her older sister's condition, since… what did she know? Someone who deliberately neglected their feminine parts in order to chase the pleasure her male half could provide certainly wasn't worthy of checking whether losing one's virginity hurt that much. "Understood."
For almost a minute, Morgan did nothing but continue her gentle ministrations. Altria, not wanting to cause her any more pain, chose to remain passive and accept the tingling pleasure she didn't even know she liked in the first place. She long associated her breasts as a feminine part she should train to resemble the proper form of masculine knights she aspired to be, and thus merely a practical show of prowess rather than a part specifically existing to showcase her fertility to the world. Yes, her clothes sometimes rubbed uncomfortably against her nipples during their travels, particularly when times were tight and Morgan had to get her off outdoors, but she never paid any attention to it.
Until now.
The hardness of her nipples was embarrassing, but not as mortifying as the pleasure slowly gathering up from the base of her flat breasts. It felt like it came from her ribs, crawling up an imaginary shield-like mountain to settle upon the area around her nipples. She didn't even know that part was an erogenous zone before! As usual, though, her older sister was the one who showed her what she's missing, and how Morgan knew her body better than she herself. 'Was this… how Sister will feel if I…?'
Her eyes travelled upwards to Morgan's ripe fruits, holding their perky shape despite her slightly hunched form. Altria wondered how well her own hands would cover those tits. Would they nestle perfectly? Or would they slightly overflow, their softness apparent from the gaps between her fingers?
She lifted her arms, intent to find out, but Morgan preceded her by taking her palms off Altria's breasts and interlacing their fingers together. As they held hands, the older sister began to gently rock her waist back-and-forth, sliding her pubic mound on Altria's. Morgan closed her eyes, trying to enjoy the sensation amidst the mild pain remaining from losing her virginity.
Altria gasped from the new sensation, as she felt her older sister's insides mildly squeezing asymmetrically – sometimes around her cockhead, sometimes around the base, sometimes along the shaft – according to the slow movement. It was akin the sensuous martial arts dance Morgan showed her a few days ago, which now already felt like months ago… or even years. Her mind was a mess from the constant, new sensory pleasure since they started. Her body was even more uncontrollable, as all her energy was sapped by how her head was telling her to move her dick, and the rest of her body was left limp as a result.
She couldn't even part her hands from Morgan!
Her breath, which had been uneven for quite a while, began to lethally gasp, her lungs starved of air as she simply forgot to take it in when she pierced Morgan's pussy. Her head felt hot, steaming and puffing, as her mouth futilely open as wide as it could, tongue flailing like a fish.
Yet Morgan didn't grant her request for a deep kiss, instead began picking up her rhythm and settling into a maddening dance of pleasure.
- Pan. Pan. Pan.
She began to tentatively raise and lower her hips. The moisture collecting around their crotches, from both sweat and various sexual fluids, was enough to create those obscene slapping sounds between Morgan's buttocks and Altria's thighs, despite the former's still-gentle movements.
Morgan's fingers gripped Altria's tighter and tighter every time she lowered her hips, lips humming a low pitch as she tried to salvage whatever pleasure she could feel from this position. Theoretically, it should provide the deepest penetration possible, where most large nerve endings in her pussy were located apart from her clitoris, but it's merely pleasant, instead of the overwhelming pleasure she expected and which Altria undoubtedly was feeling right now.
- Splash…
A minute casting of [Water] spell gave enough lubrication for her actions, since it's starting to get dry and rather too much friction down there. If only she could use that copious amount of drool dripping down from Altria's lips to do so… 'How nice…' she thought of her little sister's male parts, since it's more durable in the absence of fluids.
'Ah, whoops. Added too much…' she chided herself when she realized the fluids pooling underneath them was reaching an outrageous size.
All of Altria's eagerness to take the lead was gone now. Her mind had clearly flown away someplace else, eyes glazed over despite their apparent lock on Morgan's beautiful form, lips ajar to allow bestial, unintelligible groans escape from her throat, as the faculty to speak had completely left her. It seemed Morgan's teasing had gone too far, since she rarely edged Altria for so long, stretching a make-out session to a length she considered normal among men.
Clearly, Altria was a far cry from 'normal'. Perhaps that's also Morgan's fault, holding her little sister to an illogical standard of sexual prowess, having been influenced by Merlin's rich experience with men. Her master tended to gloss over the bad ones.
- Splurt! Splurt! Splurt!
"H-Huh?!"
Morgan inadvertently let out an irritated huff when she felt an intensely hot, yet oh-so-familiar thin liquid splashing against her inner walls. 'You can't even reach my womb, and yet…!' She quietly gnashed her teeth, as she was looking forward to that particularly new experience. Merlin had told her – in great detail – one of the most blissful experiences a woman could have during sex was the sensation of being creampied, particularly when her uterus had been stimulated enough they opened nice and wide for a cockhead to aim squarely inside their womb.
It was enough details to have her masturbate over it, and she rarely did so in the first place even before she split up herself into six.
This was perhaps her last chance to enjoy some sort of sex as 'Morgan', before she fully divided herself. But it appeared she got her hopes up too much.
'Well, let's just finish the plan, then.'
Uncaring of Altria's state anymore, she suddenly increased her pace, simply aiming to cum herself from clitoral stimulation, if a vaginal one was impossible with Altria's size and skill.
- Pan! Pan! Pan!
Her teasing grip on her little sister's breasts became a full-on grab, using just her thumbs to press into Altria's nipples as the rest of her palms circled underneath and around the ribs to ensure a proper footing. She moved so her feet were firmly on the bed, giving her the best leverage and strength necessary to slam her hips downwards as fast and hard as she wanted.
- PAN! PAN! PAN! PAN! PAN!
Morgan didn't have to raise her butt that much – Altria's cock wasn't very long until it popped out on its own – but the increased stimulation made the already-delirious little sister into full-on incoherent. The groans roaring out of her mouth grew choked and anaerobic, gurgling on her own saliva and uneven breath.
"O-Ough… Ack! G-Guh… Oooooooooowwwwwwwwhhhhhhhh…!"
Morgan couldn't stop herself from smiling. Her dear little sister's face was absolutely comical, changing from bright red to deathly blue with almost every up-and-down movement. Her giddiness did have an instinctive positive effect on this act, since her stomach muscles involuntarily clenched and tightened around Altria's small cock, nearly tearing it off with every pull and snapping it in half with every push.
"Hey, keep your hands sti- Oh, you can't hear me," Morgan started to chide Altria's flailing limbs, but one look at the rolled-over green eyes and she decided not to. "Fine, then – I'll use our body to my heart's content."
Compared to Altria's Magic Cores, which Morgan categorized as 'semi-artificial' since the were made from her inborn Magic Circuits and the Pendragon Clan's innate [Dragon] trait, Fairy Lines were more abstract and difficult to master, yet held a much higher ceiling. After all, without their bloodline and Ector's training, Altria wouldn't be able to exert and take advantage of this postnatal operation, done by Merlin and Uther, and channel strength greater than what any mortal should have. Morgan, meanwhile, was born with a body, mind, and soul perfectly suited as the local Texture's vessel – in this case, Britannia – and would naturally grow as both the land and people on it grew also.
While both Od-generating organs lacked true physical forms – hence any modification on them was classified under 'spiritual surgery' – for comparison's sake, Altria's Magic Cores weren't much different than a normal magus's Magic Circuits, conceptually shaped like interconnected orbs generating magic energy throughout her body. The energy transfer piggybacked the nervous system, though this wasn't a hard-and-fast rule, since there's a lot of accomplished, yet neurologically-disabled magi around. In their case, there's plenty of substitutes, such as the innermost skeletal system utilizing the bone marrow; major blood vessels running off the heart, lungs, and brain; or even the riskier, yet simpler delicate web across one's skin.
Fairy Lines, as their name suggested, were more akin to leylines in the Outer World, which were simply developed nodes of the Reverse Side peeking through, leaking more Mana than usual across a topographical structure. It could be a river, mountain range, cave network, etc. – implying more of a permanent form through the body. Of course, the term 'body' for faeries, who were closer to Phantasmal Species than human beings, was different between the two races, so the end result wasn't much different. But because the network itself was the main Od generator, instead of separate points in the body, the total amount of magic energy generated was far greater, with practically limitless cap.
The most advantageous trait of Fairy Lines, compared to Magic Circuits or Cores, was actually the rather inaccurate aforementioned description of the two groups, since the growth of Fairy Lines actually stimulated the body and vice versa, as the two were far more intrinsically linked to each other. This was at times a detriment, preventing any spiritual surgery to happen lest the faerie was trying to kill themselves, since it was equivalent to changing what they were in the Akashic Records. Once they changed, then they're no longer the same person. Great identity losses then occurred, which often led to more suicidal tendencies or insanity. This contrasted greatly with Magic Circuits, which were easily transplantable or transmissible, such as the recent invention of Magic Crests.
Faeries, meanwhile, had 'sacred duties' bestowed upon them since they were born. The importance of these, akin to the rigid and totalitarian life assignments of various colonial insects, waned as culture evolved. While the majority looked down upon humanity, parts of hedonistic culture did make it through, such as Knocknarea's rather narcissistic enjoyment of fashion, Morgan's fondness of playing with Altria, Merlin's oddball interests and behaviours, etc. The first generations under Cernunnos were practically mindless drones who did their parts… and nothing more, especially after the death of the Sub-Bells at Sirius's hands. It was a necessary evil, Pandora surmised, and it's not something she or the Divine Spirit was proud of.
But it happened.
There was plenty to learn from how both sides evolved through history… perhaps too much, since Morgan had a headache just summarizing what she should take and what she should discard.
But complicated thoughts like these weren't suitable during sex. Pleasure was, in whatever form the participants sook. For Altria, it was one thing, while for her older sister, it was quite another.
'How devious of you, Master…'
Being connected so closely like this, with the literal tip of Altria's dick right in front of Morgan's womb – if unable to reach it – she could appreciate the intricacies Merlin did to partially obscure her magical senses in regards to Altria's abnormal body. She'd like to portray herself as a magus equivalent to the white-haired succubus, but her eyes were indeed lacking – or, rather, a skill like Clairvoyance. It irked her she required Sirius's prophecy-like revelations to snap her out of her narrow-minded way to achieve her ambitions, while Merlin always knew what's going to happen – she just happened to choose to help mortal humans instead of her fellow magi and faeries.
The two women hadn't talked about that, but it's clear Merlin's quick change of opinion – likely the choice leading to her assault – was partially motivated by guilt. It's a side effect of a Clairvoyance too powerful, since it detached the user from normal common sense and morality, making them think they're above good and evil since [Fate] was on their side. Perhaps what Merlin saw was better in the long run… but it's such a long run none of them would be alive to see it.
From what Sirius had told them, Morgan's ire was on the mark.
She closed her eyes, switching her senses to… well, practically seeing with her pussy. Their genitals provided her with a pathway to directly look inside Altria – a step further than Sirius's Pure Eyes, since even those couldn't outright see another's Magic Circuits or Cores. Shining wide abstract lines spread from both her brain and heart, gathering in her womb before splitting again down her legs, though there's one major branch which instantly connected with Altria's cock. Almost immediately, her little sister's hermaphroditic condition became apparent, as the Od nodes representing the genitals, which should've been singular, were twins instead. From there, thin bright strings connected those two with the Magic Cores located further up in Altria's body, following the general pattern most magi were born with.
'I'll be taking… all of it, if you don't mind.'
Of course Altria didn't mind. Even if what Morgan thought of was done as cruelly as possible – which she didn't intend to – this naïve little sister of hers would willingly give her life for Morgan. Why not parts of her, then?
She was tempted – oh, so tempted – to simply compress Altria into a bead and swallow her whole. That would be the most efficient way to incorporate and steal everything Altria had into her… but that was, again, looking at it from too narrow a viewpoint.
'…don't admit your affection. Don't say you love her, even in your head…!'
"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh…"
A pleasant sigh surprisingly escaped from her lips. Long, wet, and… happy? She didn't even know she could make that kind of noise – hey, she's learning something new every day…
The euphoric sensation rushing up her body more than justified the exaggerated reaction, however.
[Dragon]. [Ruler]. [Goddess].
All of the trait above would suit her little Mordred perfectly. It's about time, too, since any longer and Morgan would've had to advance to her daughter's next stage of growth. This was the last chance she could tinker with the foetus, under the constant care of one of her bodies in another dimension.
And those three were perfectly extracted from Altria's body. Morgan was shocked there's no lingering negative aftereffect from this extraction, as it's more [Copy] than [Cut].
'It's a good thing I'm now so divided…'
That opinion wasn't just referring to her newfound control of bodily pleasure, but also the additional mental clarity related to it. Before, she would've cackled crazily as she drained Altria dry into a husk of a corpse, before blowing Avalon up in petty vengeance Merlin wasn't on her side from the beginning.
…well, she was still planning on doing the first one, but in a… gentler way.
"Mn?!"
She didn't even realize she cummed! What was that just now?! How on earth-?!
Both her stomach and inner thigh muscles contracted, as a nasty shiver travelled up her spine. The long sigh she let out earlier went back in a hurry, causing her to choke momentarily, but fortunately she didn't swallow her tongue and die while being impaled on her little sister's dick.
That'd be awkward.
"Ah."
She inadvertently scratched Altria hard enough to draw blood, so she hurriedly waved her hands to extract those precious few droplets. Her little sister was still out of it, so her movements went unnoticed, but it had to be done quickly before Altria's natural healing prowess closed the wound up. She knew of the existence of Avalon, and it's clearly not in Altria's possession yet, but the younger girl already had a good recovery ability by herself.
"Wow, I'm still cumming… A girl can orgasm for this long?" She muttered to no one in particular, noticing her mind had calmed down from the sudden flash of light exploding across her eyes just then, but her body was still somewhat out of control, particularly the muscles around her hips. "Hah… Hah… It's quite pleasant…"
To be frank, things had been going according to plan, even if she now thought she'd been overpreparing for this. Altria would likely volunteer in giving her any material she requested, but Sirius thought it'd be better if Altria was kept in the dark for as long as possible, so she could only rely on sleights of hands to do it. Plus, she's quite sure there'd be more chances in the future, since if Morgan could see herself getting addicted to sexual pleasure, what would Altria feel?
The connection between the Magic Cores and Fairy Lines was still there, so all Morgan had to do was send a solid mental command.
"Cum with me, Altria."
- Spurt!
Like an obedient dog, this cock did what it was told.
"Ah, can you do more?"
- Spurt! Spurt! Spurt!
"That's more than enough, but can you give me… everything?"
- Spurt! Spurt! Spurt! Spurt! Spurt!
"Aha… Ahahahaha! More! More! More!"
- Spurt! Spurt! Spurt! Spurt! Spurt! Spurt! Spurt!
The heat she felt shooting up her womb futilely was getting weaker and weaker, though not in volume. Instead, Altria's sperm went naturally thinner and thinner, to the point the last rounds of orgasms were mostly dry ones, with her shooting out clear Cowper's liquid.
The room was filled solely with the sound of their hips slamming together, as well as Morgan's half-deranged cackles, without the need to keep up appearances anymore, since no one was around to check her. she never did manage to erect a Mana-cancelling Bounded Field on top of the sound-cancelling one, so both their Od were running wild, interacting with the native Mana present in Avalon, which could be said as Britannia's most Mystery-steeped Texture, comparable to the holy lands of faeries hidden around Cernunnos's dwelling.
Altria's golden hair began to lose colour at a visible rate, turning pale, sickly white from its roots, before fully becoming so when the tips of her bangs similarly faded of their natural colours. If before she could still make some interrupted choked groans, all vocal capabilities had certainly left her now, with her mouth gaping far wider than before, yet no sound escaped from it apart from empty breaths.
"Hah! Hah! Hah! Hah!"
- Pan! Pan! Pan! Pan!
Morgan's grown too excited to keep a sneer from forming across her face, though she mercifully stopped her laughter, instead focusing on observing the fascinating changes in Altria while panting heavily. She'd captured her little sister's face between her palms, crouching down until she could almost French kiss the latter, but her hips retained their piledriving strength and speed, seemingly eager to milk Altria to death. Her little sister had long grown limp underneath her, limbs splayed across the bed, twitching mindlessly with every time her cock was swallowed up inside Morgan's pussy, harder, more swollen, and fuller of blood than it's ever been, painfully trying to ejaculate what remained from her empty testicles.
Still, Morgan didn't stop. Her Fairy Lines had long taken over the Magic Cores responsible for Od regulation around Altria's navel – a more fatal area compared to the ones behind and below her crotch – and she could force the orgasms at will, overriding Altria's body's instinctive plea to shut down. The latter couldn't even go unconscious, as every stroke instantly woke her up into this cum-filled nightmare – though it's certainly one she'd willingly brave for her older sister, if she was in any way coherent and consenting.
"OOH!"
Meanwhile, Morgan was enjoying herself far too much, cumming about once to every Altria's five, or about the same time as one full circulation of Od between the two, now that they're connected. It didn't catch her by surprise as the first one, but it didn't make it any less physically enjoyable. She was getting off more from the magic energy overload than the physical sensation of sex, but in her mind, it's all the same anyway.
"Oh! K-Kyah…! You're so naughty, A-Altira… Ah! Ah! Ah!"
Several minutes into their sex, as Altria was dying there on the bed, Morgan had finally let go of her overanalytical mind since the start of their copulation.
"There! Right there! Your cock's finally good for something, huh…?!" She unintentionally raised her voice, allowing her innate arrogance through, which she had kept under lock-and-key since her little sister's birth. "Keep it hard! Hey! Come on!"
Of course, continuous forced orgasms must be painful – not to mention unsustainable even with a modified body like Altria. However, her body had now essentially been turned into a puppet by her older sister, and thus no matter how painful it got, she was forced to comply. Morgan could continuously cast Reinforcement on Altria's cock with impunity, not even caring about the risk of Breaking it under her current state of heightened ecstasy.
It was rare for her to have the chance to let loose. Allow her true self to come out – the sides not even Merlin and Sirius had witnessed, since she had already decided to modify large parts of it, and cast out what couldn't be salvaged. Not even making their way into her clones. Perhaps it's a side she didn't even know she possessed, or perhaps she recently acquired it as her time with Altria grew beyond a certain length.
The whole house shook, its furniture and walls rattling from the uncontrollable hurricane of Od and Mana emanating from the two. The thin strings connecting Altria's Magic Cores strained to pump enough Od to maintain their host's body, while slowly being taken over by the torrential river-like Fairy Lines from inside Morgan's body, creeping rapidly through their connection like a welcomed parasite.
"YYYYYYYYYEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEESSSSSSSSSSSSSSS!"
With one final roar, Morgan finished absorbing what she required from her poor little sister's body, sitting and panting heavily on Altria's limp, slightly-shrivelled body.
"Goodness me. She should control herself better," Merlin muttered.
She tucked her messy white hair behind both her ears, though her fair skin sported a faint blush. She might be an experienced succubus, but normal romance, wild sex, and scandalous taboo were always exciting to not just her, but most noble ladies of this age who often found themselves with nothing to do.
She had just recently restored her full faculty. It's a longer process than expected, even with Sirius's excellent repair work, since an inhuman being like her had a greater connection between body and soul compared to normal mortals. While a possessed human, whose spirit had been compromised, would gradually experience a change in appearance closer to the intangible being inhabiting the body, they could be exorcised without much penalty to their original state. Someone like her, in contrast, would retain any damage done to either one – body or spirit – because of the tight aforementioned connection. Both had to heal at the same pace as the other to avoid an imbalanced result, and thus she had to recover much slower than she would've liked.
People most often saw her easy-going demeanour and assumed she was somewhat of an airhead. Now, she'd be the first person to admit that had some truth, but damned it be if she wasn't vengeful at all.
She had recovered. Now, it's time for payback.
However, when she returned home… what did she find?
Sirius was away, perhaps doing his own part of their overarching grand plan, as she couldn't sense his overwhelming [Sword] Origin anywhere close to Avalon. 'The Outer World, perhaps?' She initially thought… before her lips stretched into a mischievous grin as she felt another, oh-so-familiar aura being emitted from the small hut housing the Pendragon siblings.
To put it simply, it was pink. Very pink, at least to her own particular senses.
She clapped her hands excitedly, her elongated, sharp ears flopping up and down.. After all, which woman wouldn't get 'super hyped' – as Sirius would describe it – at the two girls she practically raised actually falling for each other? Or, as she would put it, "Finally!". Playing matchmaker? A successful matchmaker? "Wow, I can feel this happy! Actually, really, really!"
Of course, she wasn't blind to the pragmatic reason Morgan finally let go. She was a magus too, after all, with all the cold, calculative side associated with it. In fact, before Morgan was born, Merlin embodied all the negative connotations associated with Magecraft in general among the residents in the Outer World, along with her usual kooky demeanour.
But if she could smell the sex from this distance – not mentioning Avalon was her domain in the first place – then the deed must be raunchy, right? Right? Right? Right?
It's a shame she didn't set up any automatic Bounded Field for energy extraction beforehand. As a succubus – albeit not a pure-blooded one – she could gain significant magic energy from sexual intercourse, even if she wasn't the one participating. This could take many forms, such as wet dreams, lucid illusions, or direct physical contact. Both Morgan and Altria had considerable Od capacities, and Merlin's own Fairy Lines were specifically designed to store and continuously add the extracted energy to her own maximum capacity. This was in contrast to traditional succubi, who used this sexual energy as fuel for their day-to-day living, and had to continuously extract to maintain their physical forms.
Ironically, the human blood coursing through Merlin – a source of plenty of discrimination and scorn, even from she herself speaking to a mirror – was the very catalyst used to transform her into a perfect being. A perpetual-motion machine, an immortal lifeform who could subsist from anything she desired. In fact, in one of the futures Sirius told them about, Merlin was perfectly able to continue existing even after humanity had been incinerated and the world blanched into a uniform nothingness.
Yes, she would be supported by Avalon, but in a world where even the Reverse Side followed its counterpart into destruction, that itself was quite the amazing feat, if she could say so herself.
It's fortunate Morgan was currently occupied, or she would've smacked this Master of hers upside the head.
She quietly casted a protective Bounded Field around the small house – the very same Morgan had forgotten to put up – a bit farther from the centre of the 'action', since their combined magic energy had already permeated the outer walls. She'd given up on the house staying intact, since it was a simple structure she could rebuild anytime anyway. Originally, it was more for Altria's and Sirius's convenience anyway, since she and Morgan, being basically faeries, didn't need any shelter in the Reverse Side.
- Boom!
"And… just on cue."
Despite her dismissive thoughts earlier, she couldn't stop her eyelids twitching at the sight of splinters of wood and metal exploding everywhere, the foundation collapsing, and two near-identical bodies rutting against each other, sweating and panting.
"Ah, is Altria dead?"
Glossary Update!
I
Internal Od Systems
A generalized term across many cultures, of a 'map' for energy flow through the human body. There are two essential parts: the 'road' and 'junction', which are described with different words across languages following several esoteric teachings, most prominently 'chakra', 'prana', 'q', 'aether', etc. The durability, flexibility, and width of the 'road' determine how efficient one can regulate Od or absorb Mana, while the size of the 'junction' dictates how much Od one can safely produce and output.
Current Briton Thaumaturgical Foundation follows two schools of thoughts: the 'Magic Cores' for mortals, and 'Fairy Lines' for faeries. Regardless, they're typically centred along the body's line of bilateral symmetry, with the usual main 'junctions' located in the head, throat, thorax, and crotch, while the 'road' follows either the cardiovascular or neurological systemic pathways.