Jaune awoke to the sight of a cute blonde haired girl sleeping softly next to him. And also, perhaps more notably, she was not wearing any clothes. At all. He could clearly see her cleavage, and from what he could peak at, she was wearing nothing else either.
This led Jaune to two immediate questions, the first of which was 'who is that?', and the second of which was 'why am I in my parents bed?'. For you, the reader, both of these questions are fairly mundane, but for Jaune he was wracking his brain for why.
Until of course, he remembered that he had summoned her using an ancient cookbook he had found under his backpack. Because that was a believable reason. As if anybody would believe him if he were to mention that.
Saber slowly awoke of her own accord, rubbing her eyes, yawning, doing her wakeup stretch, and then happening to notice Jaune next to her. She took it surprisingly well, all things considered. She opened her mouth to say something, and then remembered what she had done with said mouth. Lewd, terrible things, that even her sister might raise an eyebrow at. She felt… overbrimming with mana. And semen, given that she could still feel some of Jaune's trickling out her pussy.
"Wa…ssup my homie?" Saber said, in an attempt to use modern day lingo. Or at least what she believed to be modern day lingo, whether or not this would pass as a valid greeting definitely depended on where you lived. It was also, more importantly, absolutely nothing even close to what she had sounded like the day before. Because apparently they had fucked for over 14 hours straight.
"Saber? Are you feeling okay?" Jaune asked, genuinely concerned.
"Fo shizzle. Indubitably. I… can't talk like this anymore, and I feel I must reveal my true name to you." She confessed. "I am King Arthur Pendragon."
She waited for the other shoe to drop. She cracked open one eye, and saw Jaune's confused face. "Um… okay?"
"Do you not know who I am? Most people do." Saber said, suddenly embarrassed. "I am a hero of legend, called to you from the throne… no? Camelot? Surely you've heard the name Camelot? Britain?"
"Uh… no? Can't say I've heard any of those names." Jaune confessed, a little uncomfortable.
"Oh. Well then. That is… noteworthy. Hmm. Well, then I should give you a brief overview of who I am." Artoria said, clearing her throat. "My real name is Artoria, as I was forced into the role of King as a man under the name Arthur. Does that… bring to mind any legends? Stories of yore?"
"Nope." Jaune answered.
"'The once and future king' perhaps? One of my other titles?"
"I… nope, sorry."
"Well… long story short I was killed by a traitor of my knights, Camelot and Britain fell, and I was forever bound to the throne of heroes. Does that make sense?"
"I… I guess?" Jaune offered.
"Oh, and the traitor was my son." Artoria clarified, as if this detail was irrelevant.
"I'm sorry to hear that?"
Jaune wasn't sure how to comfort someone about the circumstances of their own death. It felt weird to say anything at all, to someone who had apparently died and was effectively a ghost.
A ghost with a tight pussy, but still.
"Their mother was my sister, Morgan Le Fay. Have you perhaps heard of her? She is… a character." Saber mused.
"I haven't, sorry. But wait. Your son who killed you… if you were the mother… what? Wouldn't that make you the father?"
"Yes, I am the father." Artoria said with a nod.
"But, you're- I mean I know nowadays you can't really say this but- are you trans or something?"
"'Trans'? I am, as you can see, a woman, if not a particularly feminine one."
Jaune crossed his arms at her attempting to say such things again and she corrected herself.
"I am a feminine female, or so I am told." She said, annoyed. "But I am not understanding your confusion. I am the father of my son, and my sister was the mother." Artoria said with the certainty of someone who had never been questioned on this detail.
"But… you're… a girl." Jaune said, extremely uncomfortable and regretting his question dearly.
"I am of the female sex, perhaps regrettably both for my country, my father, and I. What of it?"
"How did you impregnate your sister without a dick?" Jaune asked, simply unwilling to dance around the question any further.
"Ah…" Artoria nodded and smiled at that. "Courtesy of my court magician, I was allowed a chance to experience the pleasures of a man, and on a night where I was seduced by my sister-"
"I get the picture." Jaune interrupted, somewhat lying but not willing to go any further.
"If you say as much. Say, that's a rather splendid sword there." Artoria said, her attention being drawn to the simple sword hanging above the mantle across from the bed. "May I?"
Jaune gestured for her to go ahead, and she removed it from its place, swinging it around with the air of someone who had wielded swords for centuries and could do so as second nature.
"Well balanced… Decent length… this will work." Artoria said, examining its edge closely.
Without warning it was tumbling through the air at Jaune. Using reflexes he didn't know he had, he managed to catch it by the hilt.
"Excellent. Come to meet me outside after you consider yourself ready."
Without any more pomp or explanation, Artoria was gone. Though Jaune could swear that he could hear the clink of armor as she walked. He quickly dressed himself and found her outside near the shed where he had first summoned her. Artoria was dressed in what Jaune could only describe as a battle dress. Covered from neck to toe in armor that looked far too bulky for her build, but clearly had no trouble moving in from her movements as she swung what looked like… thin air? This was confusing to Jaune because he swore that he could just barely make something out like a sword in her hand, and could even hear something slicing through the air as she moved her arms.
"Ah, Jaune. You have the sword?" Artoria asked, glancing over at him.
"Yeah… are you doing practice swings or something? I've never seen someone do it without a sword, though."
Artoria smiled genuinely. "But I am swinging a sword! This is just my noble phantasm, Invisible Air!" She said, dispelling the effect and displaying Excalibur in all its glory. "It conceals my blade, so that none may know my true name!"
"...but why do you care if someone knows your name?" Jaune asked, confused.
"Because! If an enemy master were to know my name, history, or weapon, then they would know my strengths and weaknesses, but if I were to conceal my blade…" She said, hiding it with air once again. "Then I am simply a warrior with an invisible blade."
"That's really cool, but um… I don't think anybody knows who you are here."
"Or… It's a gap in your knowledge, master. Surely someone in this time and place knows of me." Artoria said, more holding onto hope that she hadn't fallen into obscurity than out of actual concern of her true identity being found out.
"Maybe." Jaune said with a measure of doubt. "But why did you bring me outside? Did you want to see where I summoned you?"
"In due time, but I wished to test your mettle. If an enemy master and servant were to come, I need to know your level of skill to best protect you." Saber said, holding her invisible blade out in front of her.
"I mean I swung it around a few times with my dad, but that was it." Jaune said, suddenly slightly concerned for his well being. Sparring was not something that he had kind memories of.
"Then I shall have to see for myself!"
"You… could stand to improve considerably." Saber said, leaning between disappointment and shock at the fact that her master could be at that level of incompetence. Jaune was fighting for his fucking life, and on the ground, panting.
"I… I can see that, thanks."
"I do wonder about your lineage, however. I seem to recall seeing that sword before… hmmm… do you know of a man named 'Caesar'?" Artoria asked, lowering her sword as a sign for Jaune to finally pick himself up.
"Never heard of him."
"Interesting. I believe that blade either is the one he wielded or is modeled after it. He named it, 'Croacea Mors', 'the yellow death'. This blade, while fine, does not appear to inherit any of his powers. Nor do you, in fact. Hmm."
Saber looked away for a moment, contemplating. She needed to train her master to at least be able to fend off simple attacks, and while he was incompetent at the moment, she could already tell with improvement he could be an impressive warrior. But he also seemed to know nothing of the holy grail war, and hadn't seen to know what enemy masters or servants were in general. Was he the 'wild card' of the war? If so, how was he able to summon her?
This excellent and important line of questioning from Saber was interrupted by a loud growl, one that caused Jaune's eyes to open wide and look for Grimm hiding in the woods. His sword at the ready, he looked for the cause, only to realize the source of the growl as Artoria held her stomach.
"Is… there perhaps some food we could have?"
A few minutes later they were digging into some leftover food his mom had kindly prepared for him.
"This food is quite good. I would like to give my thanks to the chef when they have a moment. I've never seen such use of potatoes…"
"My mom's a pretty good cook. She won't be back for a while, though, so you'd have to wait. And… I'll probably be leaving in a few days anyway."
Saber stopped scooping up mashed potatoes at the mention of leaving. "...why? This place, while not fortified intensely, has a prime location in this forest, with easy to defend cliffs and has the benefit of secrecy. Why would we move and risk alerting enemy masters?"
"I don't think there's any enemy masters, Artoria. I've never even heard of that. I was planning on going to school. One for hunters."
Artoria raised an eyebrow at that. "Hunting is not a skill that requires schooling. I could show you, if you like. I once knew a man that hunted exclusively swallows, although they're not a good source of food. Not enough meat and annoying to hunt, unless you are able to bend space and time."
Jaune had no idea hunting swallows was so intense and made a mental note to ask about that later. But for the moment… "Not that sort of hunting. Hunting monsters. Grimm, beings that feed off the negativity of humanity and in general want to kill and eat us. Big… black… you don't know them?"
"I have never heard of such a thing." Artoria confessed, finishing off the plate of mashed potatoes and moving onto more meat. "But I will take your word that they are dangerous foes. And you wish to learn to slay them? Why not have me as your teacher?"
"...because that was the first time you'd heard of them? You're obviously a really good swordsman– swordswoman, sorry."
"No offense taken." Artoria said mid chew.
"...But I'm looking to get a hunter license and show my family that I can carry the Arc name. That I'm not… deadweight."
"An admirable goal. I don't quite understand why you wish to pass up simply being my protege, but if that's what you wish, master, I shall help you as best I can." Saber said with an air of finality, but a random thought occurred to her. "You have sisters, correct?"
"Yeah. I have seven, one older, six younger."
"I have only one sister, and an older one. Conniving and too smart for her own good. Even now, I don't think she ever truly meant me harm but was… misunderstood. Simply remember that blood runs thicker than water, and to value your family. Your pressure to prove yourself may be your downfall, as I would well know."
Jaune understood that she was speaking about her own experiences. It was probably a factor in her death as well.
"But for the moment, I wish to retire to bed. Come along."
Jaune glanced at a clock. It was still only 8 PM. "Isn't it kind of early…?"
"Yes, but I must be rested, and you must be within close proximity if I'm to prevent you from ambush. Therefore, come with me to bed."
Jaune, unsurprisingly, did not complain as Saber led him to bed. Especially given the change of even more sex, but was disappointed by the fact that they'd really only been active for a few hours of the day after fucking long into the night and waking up past noon.
He got excited as he slid into bed with Artoria. She was wearing cute silk pajamas that hugged her curves nicely and gave her a fluffy look.
"Fret not, master. I will protect you. Upon my name as Artoria Pendragon, you will be safe from all- zzzzzzzzz"
She was already sleeping before she even finished. Jaune gazed at her cute, sleeping face for a moment before realizing that not only was he not getting any, but that he was still horny and had matters to attend to, as any young man of his age did when sleeping with someone not related by blood of the opposite sex that also happened to be fairly beauitful.
So he slunk out of bed as quietly as he could. Moving only with slow, long motions. Pulling himself from out of the bed inch by inch. Sitting up off the bed not quickly as to upset the balance, but slowly to let the bed readjust to the lost weight. He looked back at Saber to see her still softly sleeping and breathed a sigh of relief.
Jaune had plenty of practice sneaking out of bed back when all six sisters had lived at the house, and they'd have to share. Those were… dark times for a young male. Dark times, not unlike the ones he faced right at that moment. He shivered at the memory and continued onwards, making certain to have his Scroll on him.
That also meant he'd spent many a long night in the bathroom, doing the best he could do to rub one out and not draw the ire of his sisters or parents. It would've been almost nostalgic, except it wasn't.
He was basically alone and had the privilege of using the couch, something that he was going to take full advantage of as he readied his box of tissues, Scroll, and headphones. It didn't take long for him to find an appropriate site to do the deed and get doing. About five minutes into the session he swore he heard a noise and stopped dead in his rub, glancing around. It hadn't been from upstairs and couldn't be Artoria. Maybe it was an animal outside? Their house was far away enough from anything important that intruders were more of a bad joke than an actual threat the family considered. They locked their doors regardless, but the point was still there.
Jaune had to make the delicate and important decision on whether to ignore what was probably nothing, or to ruin the current session and go investigate. The horny part of his brain, which was not an insignificant amount (about 30% if we're being really generous), told him that it was almost certainly nothing and that it was just the wood in the house adjusting or some other such perfectly normal occurrence. He chose to listen to this part of the brain, and ignore the other parts that were either panicking, thinking about what he should eat for a late night snack, or debating whether or not Saber would look good in a bunny girl outfit.
After much thought and deliberation, he did, in fact, conclude that Saber would look pretty good in a bunny girl outfit. He was also getting close to his other conclusion, really working it as he watched a guy get a footjob from a girl in black thigh highs. He wasn't normally into such things, but he was feeling adventurous, and the girl was fairly attractive too. He fantasized himself getting the footjob, closing his eyes as he went harder and harder. Imagining the feeling of the nylon and skin off his member, stroking it. He was getting so close that he could practically touch it-
"Eh? Where's father?" A gruff female voice asked him, shattering any chance he had of cumming and forcing him to pull his pants up quickly. "I know he's here. I can smell him." The girl said, sniffing the air. She got closer to Jaune, sniffing his chest before meeting him face to face. "You smell like him. Where is he? Answer quickly." She said, holding an oddly thick blade next to his neck. One that anybody else but him would be able to recognize as Clarent, the treacherous blade of Camelot.
He? Jaune thought, utterly confused. There were no males in the house other than him, since Artoria was of course a girl and didn't have anywhere near a penis. Jaune would know, given that he had sex with her… several times.
Except that now that he thought about it, Artoria had mentioned being a 'father' to someone. Someone that had betrayed and killed her. And while Jaune hadn't interacted with the intruder all that much, they did look sort of like someone who would be okay with revenge. Not that he had a particular amount of experience in that regard, but…
"Is your father Artoria?"
Her eyes blazed at the casual mention of her father. "Don't speak his name casually, pig! He's King Arthur!"
Jaune had never felt so close to death as he did right then. He could practically see the reaper, scythe and all, ready to take him. Although in his delusion, he didn't expect the reaper to be a cute red headed girl. This vision quickly passed as he focused on the girl in front of him, and more specifically the blade still at his neck and ever looming.
"King Arthur is upstairs!" Jaune said, trying to shout the blade away from him. He was cowardly, but he had a plan. While Mordred was going up the stairs, he'd call out for Saber and run the fuck away. Hopefully it would be good enough for him to at least survive, but he wasn't optimistic about his chances. He had to try, though. Even if it meant his own life. He wouldn't sacrifice someone else for a mistake that he made, no matter how stupid.
Her green eyes almost red from her glare, she lowered the blade slowly from his neck and Jaune let out a breath he didn't know he was holding.
"Good. But eh… why's your dick out?" She asked, flipping the mood on its head. Jaune wasn't entirely sure, but he thought he could see her blushing at the sight of his dick. He hadn't been able to hold onto his pants with his hands in the air, so he was just sort of free balling in the empty air.
"I was uh… Doing something."
"You were jerking it?" She grinned.
"I uh… yes?" Jaune answered, really more questioning. This was not a line of reasoning that he thought she would go down, or anybody for that matter if he was being honest.
"Hmm. Father can wait." She said, kicking Jaune back onto the couch. She glanced over at his Scroll that was still playing the footjob porn and grinned. "Eh…? What kind of depraved shit is this?"
Jaune was going to die of embarrassment. He just wanted to have a nice wank, and that was about to get him raped by an (albeit very hot) intruder, someone who had murdered Artoria and might do the same to him if she got bored. He was paying the price and its taxes.
"Answer me." She ordered with another glare.
"Footjobs! I dunno, I just felt like looking it up, I guess…?" Jaune offered. His libido wasn't exactly logical, and the dick wanted what the dick wanted.
"Ah, gotcha. We're doing that." She said, grinning evilly.
"Why?!" Jaune asked, providing a perfectly valid, sane question. One that made a lot of sense, given that there was little to no buildup for the intruder to really be having sex with him. He wanted to at least know why he was going to get raped, if he couldn't prevent it.
"I told you, I can smell father on ya. You had sex with him." She whispered, close to his ear. "So you're going to judge which of us is better! And you better remember my name is Mordred!"
It doesn't matter what happens, I have to say she's better if I want to live. Jaune thought as Mordred looked at his Scroll, examining the scene. Unable to do anything other than go with the flow with her sword sitting right next to her, Jaune was forced to wait while Mordred took in everything she could from the actress on screen, absorbing it at superhuman levels.
"I don't really get it but… I bet that father's never done this for you." Mordred said, tripping off her shoes, and wiggling her toes. Her legs and feet were covered in black nylon thigh high socks, ones that perfectly showed off her toned legs, and also looked incredibly good on her in general. It also didn't really make sense to have in battle armor, but who's taking score?
Jaune did have to admit he had a fear boner, but that meant part of it was pretty hot. That, he really couldn't deny. Which meant that his dick was harder than ever. Mordred glanced at his dick casually, like a cat in a way that was stalking prey.
"Hmm. Move here." She ordered, pointing to a spot on the couch and Jaune complied, sitting exactly where she directed.
"Good boy. Now let yourself be amazed by my skill over father! Bwahaha!"
Jaune briefly thought about the fact that Mordred had actually, out loud, said 'bwahaha', and the fact that he'd never actually heard anyone ever say that before. But he pondered on this only briefly before her tight covered feet pressed against his hot member. Jaune was surprised by the texture, it felt even better than he'd imagined it to be. The texture and her skin worked perfectly against his dick, stroking it in ways he didn't think-
Jaune groaned and not in pleasure when he felt her other foot on his balls, practically smushing them. He had to cup them, and try not to cry too hard as he mentally and physically recovered from Mordred's blunder.
"What are you doing that for?! I was following the woman in the video exactly! Wasn't I?" Mordred appeared to think about it for a moment before shrugging. "I'm sure father has fucked up even worse. Now spread 'em, pig." Mordred ordered, using her feet to deftly knock away the hands covering his crotch. Using both of her feet, she massaged and stroked his shaft with the side of her feet. Pulling up and down on his dick. While it was easy for her to do, Jaune was… underwhelmed to say the least.
It wasn't that it didn't feel good, but it wasn't particularly stimulating. It was like getting a really, really slow handjob. But one that wasn't warm and didn't cover your dick. But when he noticed Mordred looking pissed (probably because he wasn't reacting), he made an O face and moaned.
"Wow Mordred, that feels so good." Jaune lied, trying his best to get into it. He now knew exactly how women who fake moaned in bed felt, and it felt terrible. He was sure that Mordred would catch onto his terrible acting and call him out for it. He might even be dead for his misconduct, but at least he had tried.
But… Mordred's face lit up. "Eh?! You're that easily impressed? I haven't even gotten to the good part." She said, moving her feet and stroking his dick with the insides and flats of her feet. Jaune had to admit that it felt substantially better, but her rhythm was terrible. It was almost like they had polar opposite timings. Every time that he thought Mordred might go faster or slower, she did the exact wrong thing. Even with her amazing feet on him, it felt… kinda meh.
"Wow… amazing…" Jaune said half heartedly. "Your feet feel so good… King Arthur could never do this for me."
"Ha! I told you. Now sit there and take it. Cum for me, pig. Cum!"
Jaune wasn't really anywhere near cumming, but he tried his damndest to get into it. Bucking his hips up into Mordred's feet as they slid over his cock, moaning to get himself in the mood. And it did at least somewhat work, he could feel himself getting closer. Nearly to the point he'd been when he'd been trying to do it alone, not 20 minutes before. Jaune grunted, trying to resist the urge to use Mordred's feet to get his dick off as precum spilled out his tip.
Mordred didn't go any faster, but she did go harder on his dick. But it had the exact wrong effect, and Jaune felt almost like his dick was being tortured as he tried to best to cum while Mordred almost actively stopped him.
"Cumming, Mordred!" He warned her. His balls churned, getting ready to pump semen out. And his dick exploded in the open air, pumping string after string of white, sticky, warm, semen out of him. His hips bucked as the stream lessened, Jaune biting his lip as he finally began to finish, his balls done for the moment. He looked over to see where the cum had landed and saw that it was almost exclusively on Mordred. She looked horrified by the stuff covering her, all of her skin caked in a thin layer of Jaune's semen.
He did have to admit that it looked pretty hot, if a little disgusting to see a girl completely drenched in his semen. Jaune did not, however, expect for Mordred to lick a finger clean of his seed and swirl it around in her mouth like she was tasting wine. After a moment of swirling, Mordred swallowed.
"This tastes great, pig. I'll need you to provide more for me." Mordred announced, licking his semen off her palms like a cat. Jaune got rock hard almost immediately as he watched Mordred clean herself, he just couldn't help it. He may not have consented at first, but even with her mediocre to bad technique, she was too hot not to get hard at. "Already hard, pig? Good." Mordred said, crawling over to him after painstakingly cleaning most of the semen off her pearly white skin.
There's something primal to men about watching a woman walk on all four towards them, and Jaune felt that primal flair then. Perhaps it was the look, or the way her ass moved. Or maybe it was the tiny but delicious looking cleavage he could see through her tube top. Either way, he was excited.
"I want to drink more of your semen, so sit still." Mordred ordered, grasping her hand with his cock and holding it like you would a cow udder. An experience that surprisingly, Mordred actually had with milking. An experience which she was also unfortunately about to put to good use, much to Jaune's eventual chagrin.
She used long, hard and continuous pumps on Jaune's dick, her hand lubricated mostly by her pre. It was more like Mordred was milking an animal than having loving sex or giving a handjob, but unlike with her footjob Jaune was actively getting into it. He didn't have to fake anything.
"Your hands feel really good, Mordred." Jaune said, telling the complete and whole truth.
"Of course. They do." She responded, looking proud as she massaged his staff like a pro, ringing it this way and that. Jaune just let her do it, his arms draped over the back of the couch as she did her thing. Her soft, surprisingly delicate hands felt amazing on him. They actually were better than Artoria's, at least in terms of technique. But Artoria's blowjob had felt utterly amazing, even compared to this.
Which gave Jaune an idea.
"Mordred, just uh… wanted to let you know that Artoria didn't use her mouth on my dick."
Pride flared in Mordred, seeing an opening that Jaune presented freely for her to use. "Of course! I was about to do that next. But um…" Mordred looked away, embarrassed. "...how do I do that?"
"Just put your lips on my dick." Jaune instructed. "As in the head, right here."
"Hmm…" Mordred said, watching intently. "Like this?" She asked, kissing his dick with her soft lips. While it did look hot, it didn't feel all that amazing.
"No, I mean like around it. Like a popsicle."
"A popsicle…? Oh!"
Mordred wrapped her lips around Jaune's cock, forcing a hiss out of him. "Yeah, like that." Jaune said, gripping the couch cushion. "Now bob your head up and down. Back and forth. Yeah, like that."
Mordred said something with her mouth filled by his dick, probably something about how great she was and how much better she was than her father.
"You're doing great. Now try to use your tongue as you do it. Lick the head and shaft." Jaune groaned. "Juuuust like that."
Now this, this was a dream blowjob. Mordred was putting together all the techniques he told her (which, if he was honest, really only knew from porn videos), but it was paying off. But there was something missing. He realized it after a moment of watching her work.
"One last thing, you need to keep eye contact."
Mordred's mouth popped off his cock, a trail of saliva still connecting her lips to his shaft. "You want me to keep eye contact with you pig?!"
Jaune refrained from pointing out that she was currently sucking his dick, and that it was probably several steps lower to do that than to keep eye contact with a pig.
"That's how you get the most semen out. Artoria didn't do it." He added, almost automatically at this point.
"Hmph. Fine." Mordred said, lowering her mouth back down on his cock, maintaining eye contact as she slurped and licked around his shaft, doing her best to follow his instructions and to get more of his cum into her mouth and stomach. Not that she would have to wait long. Even though Jaune had just came, her skills with her mouth were good enough that he was having to stave off cumming rather than stave it on like a few minutes ago. This was the good shit, Jaune could get used to this.
It was even better to watch her try and take his cock farther down his cock, and feel and watch her choke and spit on his dick as she did. Her eyes rolled up whenever she took it a little too far for her current limit. It was delightful.
"I'm cumming!" Jaune told Mordred. "A-and one last thing you need to know." He told her, his hands reaching for her head. "Artoria didn't let me do this."
He assumed that would give him free reign to do whatever he wanted, and so he fucked her tiny, warm, and wet hole of a mouth. It was like fucking a pussy as he held onto her hair and face fucked her into oblivion. He could feel her complaining, squirming choking around his dick, but that only made him harder.
And when he was about to blow he thrust one last time into her mouth and down her throat, his balls against her chin as they ramped up semen production. Jaune knew he was about to cum and his grip tightened, making her mouth airtight. He came, feeling his balls twitch and pull up as they sent semen down his shaft like water down a firehose. Jaune's legs shuddered as he flooded Mordred's mouth, throat, and stomach with his semen.
He closed his eyes and did his best to soak in the feeling. Hearing her gulp down load after load of his semen was delightful, especially since it was payback for how she had treated him earlier. He pulled his dick out of her mouth, watching as a trail of semen mixed with saliva connected her lips and his dick together. Mordred was stuck in a haze, bobbing back and forth like a drunk.
Which she sort of was at that moment. She just happened to be cum drunk on Jaune's semen.
"That was… Thank you for teaching me." Mordred said, oddly meek. "Was it as good as father's?" She asked, vulnerable.
"It was better." Jaune answered honestly. Jaune couldn't help but mirror her smile when she heard his words. She looked genuinely happy at that. It was a nice shared moment between the two of them. Once intruder and fapper, now… still intruder and fapper. Just now on slightly better terms for the both of them.
He caught Mordred as she swayed and nearly fell. She was even lighter than she looked, which helped when he put her gently on the bed. Mordred looked almost innocent, lying there asleep. And remarkably like her father, now that he thought about it. Both of them had an intensity while awake that they lost in the realm of dreams, and that was endearing, in a way.
His heart almost broke when he saw her pull her thumb up to his mouth and suck on it. He'd heard from his sisters that sucking your thumb while sleeping was usually a sign that you weren't loved enough as a kid by either parent. And Jaune, while not knowing the entirety of Arthurian canon, had to wonder just what had led Mordred to killing her father. Why she'd done it. She clearly treasured her father, but also had a weird sort of rivalry with Artoria too. Mordred also maintained a level of respect for Artoria, and didn't allow anyone but herself to bad mouth her father. It was a bizarre family dynamic and one he didn't think he'd fully understand even if he were to ask Artoria about it.
But unfortunately for Mordred, Jaune's dick was still hard. And he didn't feel like going to the bathroom to rub yet another one out. This time… he was going for the payback route. Was it a little rapey? Perhaps. But he'd done more questionable things, and it wasn't any better than what she had done to him, right? This was perfectly acceptable for a teenage boy to do.
Moving Mordred's thumb out of her mouth, Jaune replaced it with the tip of his cock. He groaned in pleasure when she sucked on it with the same tenderness she had with her thumb. Like her mouth was trying to subconsciously milk him of semen. Slowly, tenderly. And Jaune had time, so he let that continue. Sliding in and out of her mouth slowly as not to wake her, allowing her to suck at her own pace.
This was definitely different than just flat out face fucking, or when she was using her tongue and sucking technique. This was more of a loving style, if he had to give it a name. He didn't buck against her mouth, instead sliding gently in and out of her tiny mouth, watching as she slept soundly even as he used one of her holes.
And that was honestly part of the best part. It was like using an onahole, a living doll as he slid in and out of her. One that was breathing and warm. One that, he reminded himself, had just raped him after breaking into his house.
So fuck her! Damn the consequences! Jaune took hold of her head and started face fucking her even harder. Except that there was no choking or gasping this time, and her gag reflex was far more forgiving. It was just a tight, warm hole all the way down. One that had no resistance against his dick.
"Fuuuuuuck." He said as he slammed in and out of her tight mouth, watching as her lips moved with his dick. She still wasn't even close to awake from what he could tell. And so he went even further, straddling her face on the couch and fucking her head into the couch. His hips rammed into her as he held onto the back of the couch with his hands. It was a totally different feeling than ramming a pussy, but at the same time not all that different with how it contracted around his dick.
"I'm cumming. Take it, bitch." He announced to the sleeping Mordred, feeling happy that he'd called her a bitch, even if she couldn't hear it. His balls were already working overtime on the night shift, but they delivered once again. Jaune sighed with content as his dick pumped semen directly into Mordred's stomach, past her throat and gullet. It was a wonderful feeling, it truly was.
When he pulled out, a few spurts landed on her face, causing her face to twitch. Jaune feared for his life for the second time that night, before Mordred quickly went back to a restful and deep sleep. He breathed a sigh of relief instead of contentment this time, before getting off the couch and standing before Mordred again.
Something… was still missing. His gaze fell over her tube top. Her chest wasn't particularly well endowed, but it could be good enough. Jaune straddled her chest, rubbing his dick still slick with his precum on her toned abs before bringing it up to her chest. He experimentally stuck it in the space between her breasts and tube top, feeling Mordred's fleshy canyon envelop him with the cloth on the top of his dick. It felt… okay. But the real value was when he slid all the way through and his dick was at the perfect spacing next to Mordred's mouth. Brushing up against it. And if he pushed a little further…
Jaune hissed when Mordred licked and sucked his dick of her own accord, reveling in the pleasure before he pulled himself back. He could definitely, 100% make this work. He slid in and out of her breasts, pushing them together with his hands to make them tighter as he fucked the makeshift whole. The dick of his tip occasionally brushing against her mouth was divine, as was the hot flesh on his shaft.
But he felt… a need. To go further beyond. Perhaps even beyond ultra. And so he pulled at Mordred's nipples, watching as they hardened through the cloth. It didn't wake her, but he could feel her body shake and twitch beneath them. They must have been sensitive, especially when he was pulling on them hard, through the cloth like that. Jaune grinned as he felt Mordred's hot and bothered breath on his dick from her body reacting to his ministrations. It really was like using a sex toy. A really fun one at that.
Jaune didn't spend much longer before blowing his load all over Mordred's chest and face. She'd have plenty to eat for breakfast when she woke up, that was for sure. Jaune was just happy to do it. It felt almost like he was marking her as his, and it was… addicting.
He pulled his dick still dripping cum out of her tube top and dragged across her stomach, staining it with his semen. There were only two holes left to use, but he knew which one he was going for. It was the one that Artoria actually hadn't let him use yet, not that they'd… really had time if he was honest. They'd known each other for like a day, but still. Any hole was a goal, as they said. And Jaune was kicking for a field goal, or something. I don't play soccer.
Pushing Mordred's legs back, he shifted into position and prepared to do something that he'd still only seen in videos on pornhub. He'd always dreamed of doing this position, especially to a girl's ass. So this was a dream come true. Jaune held onto the inside of Mordred's tan, luscious legs as he grinded his dick against her ass, watching as it puckered against his probing. Not that it would be an issue. He had time and patience.
He could feel her entire body tense and react when he pressed his dick against her asshole. Like everything was on red alert. He watched her face, and listened to her breathing, but he was still in the green. And so he continued, pushing onward into Mordred's virgin ass where no man had been before, centimeter by centimeter, inch by inch. Just getting the tip of his cock in, the head, was a battle. But one that he was willing to fight. And once that he'd done that… he was surprised to feel almost no resistance past that. Just the inner walls of her ass. Soft and velvety. Not really contracting against him, but definitely pleasurable. It was just the beginning of her ass that had any real constriction. With that knowledge in mind he held her down and slowly but surely slid deeper and farther into the tightest hole he'd ever been in.
Jaune had no idea how Mordred wasn't awake by this point, but he wasn't going to complain. This was definitely better than her mouth or feet, it wasn't even close. He wasn't sure if it was better than Artoria's pussy, but it was definitely up there. It wasn't until he hilted inside her, his balls resting against her ass, that he slowly, tenderly began to pull his dick back out and could feel her insides complaining. Her asshole puckering as it tried to prevent him from leaving. Not that he would've in a million years, even with a sword to his neck. Pulling out was almost better than shoving it in, and he took great pleasure as he began to rock back and forth inside her, stretching her insides.
This was definitely a home run if he was still on the soccer analogy, and had achieved a strike. Her insides just felt too good. The combination of silky smooth, with her entrance being an airtight seal on his dick was amazing. It was almost as good just to watch her body react to him. She even squirted on him, her pussy twitching and her ass clenching around his cock from the pleasure her body was feeling.
This… this was the life. Now that her ass was stretched a bit, he began to pound her faster. Harder. What was once almost impossible to slide in was now getting easier. Her ass was beginning to take the shape of his cock, like her body was designed for his pleasure. His balls tightened as they slapped against Mordred's tight butt. He was getting ready to blow, and he knew exactly how he wanted to do it.
Pulling up Mordred's hips to meet his own so that his dick was at a downward angle, he pounded further inside her than ever before. Even just that elicited another squirt from her pussy that landed on her face, her body clearly loving Jaune's dick. And it was a two way street. Jaune's dick was rock hard inside Mordred, and finally, deciding it was time, he plunged into her ass as far as he could go, almost past her womb, and came. He grunted as semen rushed through the tight entrance to her asshole, almost blocked by the tightness. But the stream persevered and pushed through, flooding Mordred's ass with his warm, virile seed.
He felt like he could cum forever as he held onto Mordred, his dick lodged into her ass, her breath still even but far more sensitive than they'd been before. Gallons of Jaune's semen filled her, to the point that her stomach was distended from his work. And when he managed to finally pull out of her sphincter, a rush of cum came out, the white stuff spurting on the couch as Mordred's ass puckered, trying to keep it all in.
Jaune wiped his cock on Mordred's stomach, and used her mouth to clean the rest of his cock before he stumbled upstairs and passed out next to Artoria.
A/N: Hope you enjoyed! In the first chapter I tried to make it so that Artoria was more formal because she hadn't been around Jaune, but I don't think it worked out well. I changed her speech to be more normal, but still slightly formal. If it worked better or worse, feel free to let me know.
I also am… not entirely sure if I dialogue well for Mordred, so any feedback in that direction would be appreciated as well. Reminder that this is the first time I've written for Fate.
Onto reviews:
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Lastly, I will almost always leave guest comments even if they're not positive about the story, but if the only thing they say is 'fucking terrible', I'm going to remove it.
But thank you all for reading!
