Made War First

Given how he'd been through multiple wars, some started by him, nearly deadly training, a good number of tavern fights and a fight with the very lady he was courting, Mordred was pretty confidant that nothing could scare him away from this night. The first night with Fran. They'd slept in the same bed, in the same room, been on many missions with Guako together but they never had sex with each other before.

In fact Mordred was pretty sure neither of them had ever had sex at all. Fran seemed to have had bad luck with any type of love when she was alive and Mordred never perused such things in the first place. The idea of it didn't appeal to him at all until his relationship with Fran started to blossom.

Neither of them saw it coming, in fact almost no one did, not Mordred's fellow knights that's for sure. Although when it started to happen they, especially his brothers and sister all offered to give him advice that he absolutely did not want to hear and boy was he regretting it now.

What was he supposed to do? The two have kissed, they've cuddled, they've let hands and mouths wonder, groping and feeling each other over their clothes but never naked in front of each other. Was he supposed to wait for Fran to strip or do it for her? Did Fran want him to take the lead or not? How would he even know? There's supposed to be signals according to the small bit of information that he heard from everyone but what the fuck were those signals?!

"Uhm."

"Shit!" Mordred jumped from his spot on the bed, completely falling over the other side, feet dangling over the edge. "When-when'd you sneak in here?!" This was a very bad way to start, he at least knew that much.

"Uh. Unm." Fran, cute as always, ran over to Mordred's side and helped him up, keeping one hand on his back, in case he injured his head and was feeling lightheaded. It was a miracle to many how Mordred could understand Fran so well when she spoke so little.

Mordred didn't really know how he could either, but he felt like he knew exactly what she was saying. "I'm okay. I was lost in thought that's all." When Fran gave him a concerned look Mordred scratched his cheek, a faint blush on his face, "You know I just... wanna make sure you have a good time with me tonight and all."

Just as Mordred seemed to be able to discern what Fran said, Fran could read past Mordred's cocky façade. She reached out and cupped his cheeks, thumbs smoothing over them before she pulled the knight into a gentle kiss. This wasn't something that he was alone in, she was nervous too, she knew exactly how he felt.

Without their lips parting Mordred placed his hands on Fran's waist, hoisting her up and spinning her around, laying her on the soft bed. The impact was what initially made their lips pull apart but they fell back together just as fast, Fran quick to dive back and hold her lover closer around his shoulders. "Uh."

"This... okay?" Mordred asked as his trembling hands bunched up the fabric of Fran's dress a little to make more room for himself between her legs. Under her bangs he could still see the rapid way in which she blinked, drawing her lip between her teeth as a gut reaction to not make noise, "No. I want to hear you." Mordred gently took hold of Fran's chin and tugged, causing her to release her bite, "I want to hear what you tell me Fran."

He wanted to hear her talk.

She'd always appreciated that. It was cute to him, the noises she would make and it made her happy that someone so handsome found her cute. Fran really lucked out on her choice of partner this time.

"Mordred." His name sounded so cute, so lovely coming from her. She could tell him anything and he'd fawn over it, she could just make those cute noises and Mordred would be the happiest knight to have ever lived. Because on his hands was something he never thought he would have: true love. It seemed like a fairy tale to him, just another lie the people told themselves. Who knew that he'd know it after death? There was no denying it because well, it was staring him in the face.

"I'm here love." He dove down again, guided by Fran's arms around his shoulders and resumed their make out session. A growl escaped him as he felt one of Fran's hands making its way through his hair, slowly undoing his signature ponytail. "Fuck, that feels good. I love feeling your hands on me."

It scared him too but his horny brain could overcome that. Besides he could tell that Fran was nervous as well, so he had to take the lead here.

Sounded like a good plan. Too bad it crumbled as soon as he heard Fran moan when his leg made contact with her underwear. She was wet. Because of him. She was horny. Because of him. It was Mordred's duty to take care of her, to make her feel good, to make her-

"Damn it!" The blonde yanked himself away from Fran's embrace, regretting it right away when a look of hurt flashed across the Berserker's face. "No, hold on! I wanna keep going! I think?! Agh, why is this so fucking hard?" He sat on the bed cross-legged and pouting, his arms crossed over his chest.

"Uhm. M-eh." Fran touched his cheek and the night pulled his lip between his teeth in shame.

"I'm nervous okay? I don't wanna mess this up Fran. I messed up everything else, I couldn't do anything right, I-" His rant wa stopped when Fran pulled him into an embrace, his head to her chest, her arms cradling his head, humming and mumbling to calm him down, "I know, but still, I want to make this good for you. You deserve it." Fran pulled him closer, "And I do too."

The couple ended up cuddling and sleeping for the rest of the night. But even with Fran insisting that she wasn't disappointed Mordred still felt like a failure.

By god he would salvage this by any means necessary. Even if it meant talking to the one person who he really, really didn't want to talk to about his love and sex life. His father, the King, Artoria Pendragon.

"Well I must say, I didn't expect you to come and talk to me." Artoria didn't show it on her face but she was very curious about what her son wanted from her. When Mordred approached he exchanged, very loudly that he needed to talk to her. Mordred tried to look as dismissive as possible at first, one legs popped up on his knee, an arm thrown over the back of the chair and a scowl on her face for intimidation. Safe to say that Artoria wasn't intimidated at all.

"Believe me Father, I'd rather not talk to you about my romance and sex life either." That came out just as blunt as Mordred intended but not without its fair share of stunned silence from Artoria or Mordred's furious blush. He cleared his throat before explaining, "As you know, I've been dating Fran for a while now. Last night we.. well we tried to... but I got scared. I really like her and if I screw it up, I know she won't leave me but I want to make her happy. So... what do I do?"

Artoria blinked at her son, thinking about his words carefully. She was never a good parent, or even what one could call a parent at all apart from the purely biological standpoint. This could be her chance to make things at least a little bit right. However there was a problem. "If you're looking for advice on how to please women I'm afraid I'm a very poor source of that information. Sex was never something that interested me past producing an heir, I didn't have the time for it either. My other knights would be much more helpful to you." While night helpful at least she was honest.

Mordred leaned forward, a panicked look on his face, "I can't talk to my brothers about this! I don't want to know who they've been with and what they've done! That's so gross! Besides they'd tease me, I know it! I need advice, real advice Father."

There are other servants she could send Mordred too, or Merlin... no, wait, absolutely not Merlin. "I... don't know how to help. I've had only one sexual encounter in my life and, well, you know how that went." Artoria showcased a rare display of hurt and shame, her hands fisting into her dress and her lip pulled between her teeth.

"No actually. Mother never spoke of how I was made, only the reason for it. I mean... I know how but... I want Fran to want me as much as I want her." So he was aware after all. It was one of the very few moments in Artoria's life where she was completely vulnerable and due to Morgan's magic she can barely remember it. Which is probably for the best.

"Then you're already doing it right. Why not talk to Fran? Ask her about her own preferences. I've learned that clear communication is key to any relationship. I'm sure she'll be understanding." It wasn't much but it was the best advice that she could offer.

Mordred pressed his lips together, not fully satisfied with the advice but couldn't deny that it was useful either. "Okay. But if she laughs at me I really will kill you this time."

No he won't.

Okay, try number two, this time he would get it right. He even went out of his way to read all romantic books he could. They spoke of being a gentleman, chivalry, flowers and setting the mood and... he didn't do any of it. Fran liked him like how he was, stubborn and brash and loud. All Mordred needed to do was be himself.

Unfortunately he was once again a nervous mess when Fran walked into the room and kissed his cheek. "Uhmm." She giggled as the knight blushed.

"I'm okay, for real this time. I talked to someone and I think I can do this with you tonight." Mordred took Fran by the hand and after kissing it walked her to the bed, "Let's try it like this." Mordred sat down first, Fran easing onto his lap. He glanced past her one more time to make sure that the door was locked. "Okay so... last time, kissing felt really good." It sounded almost like a question, him trying to see if she enjoyed the act as much as he.

Fran's soft lips descended upon his rougher ones, her smile easing his worry. Like before she wanted to be as close to him as possible so the Berserker took off her glove, and in the process of taking the other off was stopped by Mordred who have her a pointed look, a little nibble to her ring finger and then slowly bit down on the glove, pulling it off with his teeth.

He could feel Fran shaking on his lap, a little boost of confidence to him, much needed confidence in the face of his almost paranoid heartbeat.

Next, the pretty dress. "I think your dress is pretty." Mordred was never the one to wear such clothing but he liked them on other people. Especially this specific one, "Looks a little bit like a wedding dress." he commented out loud without realizing. So engrossed in exposing the pretty pale skin underneath he didn't realize how pink Fran's cheeks got from his comment.

Fran wanted a wedding one day for sure, "Wedding." She sighed as the dress left her body. Mordred was almost swallowed up by the white material but it his his own blush well, now that he realized the implications.

"Oh no, this is pretty but I don't think you should wear it for a wedding. I'm royalty, I can buy you a new one just for that special day." Just keep with it, keep with the bravado and give her the smirk Mordred knew drew Fran crazy. It wasn't like he was opposed to these things but... "Uh... um... your underwear is..." It was pure white, a strapless bra holding Fran's breasts from spilling while her panties patterned, with a strap running down her strong, soft things and connecting to the almost see-through stockings. "Praise the Goddesses for humanity living so long to make these." Mordred was almost drooling at this point, eyes roaming all over his lovers body.

"Umh." Fran shifted in Mordred's lap, her eyes hiding behind her bangs.

"Right! I should take things off too! Can I get up, it'll only take a second." Mordred didn't have that much clothes, he loved to show off his abs, and knew Fran loved seeing them too. He didn't want to tease, part of him felt like there was no time because at any moment his nerves could get the best of him again. "I like these more, for myself anyway." Another thing to be grateful for, boxer shorts and sport bras. Much more comfortable then other forms of underwear.

Fran smiled at him and like last time pulled Mordred close. Only this time Mordred kept himself on his knees, hips hovering just above Fran's thigh. "I'll take this off, okay?" His hands gestured towards the bra, their shaking getting worse as he got the okay. He tried once. Twice. On the third try he growled, "How the fuck do you get this off?!"

His anger was adorably funny to Fran who laughed as she guided Mordred's hands to the bra clasp on the front. As soon as it clicked her boobs were in Mordred's sight, in his reach.

"So soft. How can someone be so soft?" In both his lives he'd never touched something as soft and perfect for his hands. Fran mewled as his fingers pressed around her nipples, "I really like your boobs. You're so cute Fran, so fucking cute." Unable to resist Mordred licked at the side of one and let his tongue travel up to a hard nipple, "Excited to see me?" There was no time for Fran to laugh at that, the next sound that left her mouth was a long moan the sensations of Mordred sucking on her nipple and cupping her pussy happened at once. "I like those sounds."

Mordred didn't know if what he was doing was correct, he let his hand and fingers explore aimlessly, touching, scratching, pushing and massaging until he got the noises he wanted. The problem was that all of Fran's noises were the sounds he wanted to hear. It didn't help that Fran encouraged him by cradling his head closer, his hair spilling behind him under Fran's fingers.

"You're not being fair you know." Mordred smirked as he tapped his finger against Fran's wet entrance, "Here I am, making you feel good and you won't even bend your leg up so I can ride your thigh?"

"Oh. Hmhm!" She didn't need to be asked twice.

"Good girl." Mordred kissed her once, then leaned back to take the rest of the clothes off, "Hey... promise not to look down too much. I'm still a little... you know." The truth was Mordred didn't know how to feel about himself sometimes. He wanted to feel good along with Fran but the one time when Fran kissed down his abs he froze. This could be a good compromise.

Fran could understand, very well actually, she too had issues with her body sometimes. But Mordred was always there for her, so she would respect his wishes too. She looked up and waited for Mordred to take his clothes off and dim the lights in the room, but not so dark that they couldn't see each other.

"Okay. I'll go slow, let me know how it feels." Mordred wasn't hesitant in many things but this was beyond scary. He got past one knuckle and stopped. It was warm. He couldn't help but sink in all the way, into that wanting heat. "Wow."

"Wow." It was an unfamiliar feeling for them both, being connected to someone else like this, "Mmn." But as Mordred withdrew his finger and slid it back in Fran grew more accustomed to it, the pressure and the stretch and the pain turning to pleasure every each in and out. There was still the matter of Mordred however, so carefully Fran slid her hands down to cup Mordred's ass cheeks and guided him to her thigh. He was wet too, hips twitching at the contact.

"Baby, you feel so fucking good. Can I go faster?" Fran nodded frantically, mouth opening wider, moans echoing all around the two lovers, "I never knew anything could feel so nice. You might just be my new Grail. Or my new wish." The knight rolled his hips in time with his hand movements, feeling himself teetering towards the edge.

As Fran's breath quickened she felt the heat inside her building, it was unlike any she ever felt, it was scary, but she knew she was safe, she had her knight here to protect her. So she knew that when she fell over the edge Mordred would catch her. "Now." She whimpered out, her grip on Mordred's ass intense and maybe leaving some scratch marks afterwards.

"Now? You're close aren't you? I think I am too." Mordred leaned in close, his breath tickling Fran's lips, "Let's do it together."

The rush of pleasure that happened next shocked both of them, their moans barely silenced by each other's lips. What were once clumsy thrusts now turned into a frenzy that drew more and more pleasure from Fran. Completely unintentionally Mordred curled his finger upwards and Fran screamed in pleasure, startling the knight.

"Shit! Fran, are you okay?" Mordred pulled out, hands catching a shaking Fran by the shoulders. It took the Berserker a few moments to catch her breath. When she didn't say anything Mordred got worried, "Fran? Did I hurt you? I'm really sorr- mnh!" A passionate kiss washed away his fear, "What happened?"

Fran laughed and made the come here motion with her fingers, making Mordred puff out his chest with pride. He discovered something that made his girlfriend go crazy. Ha! He's probably the first one to know of this. His brothers and the other knights are gonna be so jealous that they don't have his skills. Mordred is clearly the best at everything he tries. Yup.

"Oh uhm, I think I made your thigh wet. I'll get us some towels to clean up okay. Then cuddle time." Cuddle time was Mordred's second favorite time. Fighting was his first. "Can I clean you here too?" Mordred approached with a fluffy towel, ran it up and down Fran's leg, cleaning up all his cum before he lightly tapped it between Fran's legs. She didn't expect to be so sensitive, her hips jumped a little every time he pressed the material against her pussy. "There, all clean."

Instead of being graceful and slipping into the bed next to Fran like a normal person would he decided to jump onto the bed, sending them both into a fit of giggled as he pulled his girlfriend close. "Uh." Fran mumbled, barely able to say anything from her laughter.

"I love you too." Mordred pressed his chin against the crown of Fran's head. The two lovers felt complete, truly complete, for the first time in both their lives. It was a feeling they never thought they'd achieve after the lives they lived before. It was fate that brought them together and their love that will keep them together.