Christmas with the Pendragon's

by Miguel16310

(NSFW) Morgan was a woman in love. Despite her cold demeanor and almost inexpresive behavior, her cold maiden heart beat with love and joy at the thought of making Ritsuka happy. That's why she was always thinking of new ways to please her beloved husband, and what better than Artoria and Mordred to aid her in giving him a perfect Christmas?

Merry christmas, everyone. This will be my last story for 2023. It has been a wonderful year, as always, I'll leave a warning with the kinks you'll find in this story.

Kinks: Female armpit hair. Female Pubic hair. Sweat. Breast milk. Nasty cum.

Fate/Grand Order.

Morgan's cuckquean adventures III.

One-shot.

"Christmas with the Pendragon's"

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-[Fragment 1: More important matters to attend to]-

December 13th.

Sluuuurp sluuurp sluuurp~ sluuurp~

It was a sunny day in Babylonia, like usual. That day once again, another small singularity was detected. Although the group of beasts starting to reproduce and wander across the land wasn't that worthy of requiring intervention from Novum Chaldea, Goredolf and Da Vinci would rather be safe than sorry, and of course, Sion, Nemo and Holmes agreed with it.

Chaldea had been quite busy these last few days thanks to the small preparations for the Christmas party they were going to make sooner or later, no one had any idea who would be the Santa of this year yet, Karna while having retired like all his predecessors was training himself just in case he had to pick up the mantle a second time.

Morgan let out a small sigh of delight as she gently caressed his head, Fujimaru looked up at his wife's face while part of his face was covered by a red tint, they had been fighting under the sun for a couple of hours, and right now, they were still trying to find the nest of the despicable creatures.

Le Fae however, thought it would be fitting for her lover to show his appreciation and reward them in a quick way before they continued, and luckily, the rest of her companions had agreed. Master forty-eight's nose pressed itself against the High Queen's clit, while his tongue kept devouring and playing with the woman's insides and her hair-covered labia majora.

He wouldn't have much time to continue however, when a couple of fingers caressed his head. Ishtar, who was sitting on Maana, looked back at him with her eyelids half-closed and a seductive smile.

"Ritsuka, worship me as well..."

Spoke the Archer. Yes, both her and Ereshkigal were summoned in a younger version of his mother's body, Rin Tohsaka. However, even if they were unable to permanently use their true selves, thanks to their respective skills "Blessing of Kur" and "Manifestation of Beauty" they were able to shortly transform their appearances to how they truly looked back when they were alive. All so he wouldn't feel so dirty whenever they wanted intimacy, something Fujimaru greatly appreciated.

"G-gomenasai..."

He excused himself, before going to attend the goddess of Venus, who spread her legs welcoming his affection with a smile. Feeling his mana coursing from his tongue right into her womb and her spirit core made her feel alive. Morgan's blue gaze turned around to look down at her husband, who's hands now were holding the Mesopotamian goddess's thighs and caressing them gently.

Right at her side were Mélusine, Baobhan Sith and Barghest, all of them having previously been licked by Ritsuka into orgasm. Ishtar had requested to be part of the team and, of course, motivated by her jealousy, her older sister wished to accompany them as well. Truth be told, even if Lancer had indeed wanted to be rewarded by Ritsuka after sending all these foul disgusting creatures into the depths of Kur, she was unable to undress herself in front of so many people, let alone receive oral sex from him in front of her compatriots.

That's why she decided to leave and try to scout for wherever the rest of the enemies went to after they ran, clearly terrified at the group's might.

"Truly... your sister behaves like a baby, Goddess of war."

Spoke Baobhan Sith, now looking down at her stupid shitty father's head, noticing how he almost instantly lost himself into the woman's folds. That was a cheap trick, using one of her skills to make Fujimaru ignore the rest of them for a while, but to each their own. A small "Hmph" escaped from the younger sister, as the deity rested her head against her right palm, her left kept caressing her boyfriend's hair, Ereshkigal had been influenced way too much by their vessel.

The same could be said for her... but...

If anything... they both agreed it was for the better.

"Ereshkigal's more pure and modest after fusing herself with this woman. It is quite ironic that our vessels turned out to be one of this child's parents, like a sick joke. Still... even if just temporary, looking at my face and hearing my voice for just a couple of minutes is a pleasure I like to indulge Ritsuka in."

Because it makes me feel like his wife, she thought with a small smile, not finishing the phrase because, of course, she knew better than to openly speak of her feelings in front of Fujimaru's ACTUAL wife. Barghest however, turned away from the scene, wiping away some sweat from her forehead as she concentrated on her queen's face. While Le Fae was indeed watching Ritsuka indulge himself into the flesh of another woman like she normally used to...

Gawain knew her Queen long enough to notice she was absent. Almost two seconds ahead of her, Baobhan spoke up.

"Mother? are you ok?"

The vampire girl asked, and the Lostbelt counterpart of the Lady of the lake turned around to face her child. The grey-skinned Archer, Mélusine and Saber looked back at their ruler. Morgan's hand gently caressed her chin as a silent reply, yes. She was perfectly fine, but she wasn't putting her mind into the situation at hand, ever since they stopped so Ritsuka could eat them out.

The black-haired noticed it. His worried expression finally made her talk, as he gently muttered her name with a worried tone that triggered something kind inside the woman's cold, death heart.

"Morgan?"

The white-haired servant gently waved her head, before smiling towards her better-half.

"It is nothing you nor my knights should worry about my husband, I am perfectly fine. Continue until you're satisfied. This sun is convenient to coat our bodies in the sweat you cherish so much... in fact... "

Morgan quickly changed her position, giving her one and only a perfect view of her big, fat and sweaty ass-cheeks while she was on all fours. A small sound of approval escaped Mélusine's mouth as she quickly imitated her queen, followed by her compatriots. Ishtar was the last one to follow, accommodating herself in Maana.

They gave Ritsuka full access to their pussies and their buttholes in case he wanted to give them a Rimjob. Something he definitely would end up doing indeed. His teeth sank into the left buttcheek of Venus's goddess, as his fingers started to caress her and Morgan's folds. Le Fae's mind however, wandered off once again.

Yes, she was enjoying this small moment of peace with her husband and the rest of her Britain... but as the Absolute ruler she was, her mind was focused on other topic, slightly unrelated to the man who was now indulging himself into her flesh and body.

Christmas... huh...

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-[Fragment 2: Quite the unexpected alliance]-

December 15th

The Knight of Treachery rested her head against the wall of her room as her gaze was fixated on her trusty partner, Clarent. The electric, silver sword was thrown into the air once again, as it spinned around before falling right back into it's master's hands. The blonde lady grabbed the blade by the hilt with ease, before repeating the process just like she had been doing for the last couple of hours as a way to pass the time.

Wonder if Berserker of Black is free...

There wasn't much that Saber of Red loved doing other than beating the shit out of her enemies, but she would be lying if she said she wasn't excited for the Christmas party. Yesterday, Skadi ended up throwing the entire facility into a small chaos after she turned Saint Martha into a younger version of herself, granting her the title of Santa Claus this year.

Not only that, but she also turned every single ingredient in the basement into living creatures. That's how Martha would celebrate Christmas this year, in the only way she knew how to: by giving them the best dinner they could hope for... and she was anxiously waiting for it. Perhaps she and Caenis were to blame for this situation, from a certain point of view, they were the reason as to why Martha was so tired in the first place, and why Skadi found her.

Yeah, ever since Caenis got her own swimsuit, they had been beating the heck out of each other just for fun, but guilt had taken over the green-eyed knight. Maybe she should go and ask Ritsuka to give her a piece of his time and help him gather all the crap Martha would need for whatever the heck she was doing?

Just because that asshole Percival beat her to the punch didn't mean she couldn't-

TOC TOC TOC~

Mordred's fingers closed themselves on Clarent's hilt as it fell into her palm one last time. Artoria's child raised her eyebrow, who could it be? Perhaps the Black saint finally decided to pick up her swords and try to do anything worthy with them? sure, Mordred knew nothing about how Katanas worked, but she was a proud knight of the round table.

The art of the blade was still her forte.

"Who the fuck is-... it... "

A chill ran down her spine the moment the door opened. Standing right in front of her, clad in her black robes like always, with the veil above her eyes connected to her crown, the one and only ruler of Faerie Britain stood right in front of her child from Proper Human history. Mordred's face lost all her colors when her eyes clashed against Morgan Le Fae's.

"Ha... Ha-ue... "

She spoke. Yes, this may not be the version of her mother that raised her in Camelot, but nevertheless, Tonelico had fused herself with her counterpart from Proper Human History that Beryl Gut summoned back when she was still alive, gaining all the knowledge and memories in the process. This, of course, included her.

So by all means, this was her mother indeed, just... a way less wicked and more calm version of her. But that didn't mean they had interacted at all beforehand.

The High Queen didn't move an inch. Instead, her eyes went up and down, carefully analyzing and scrutinizing her shape and the outfit she wore. For some reason, this startled and ashamed the knight of rebellion equally, thus she choose to close the red jacket in a fruitless effort to hide her prominent bust.

That jacket was designed for her "Former" body back when she was recently summoned, but ever since that shitty goofy-ass master of hers took her heart, and she knew of his love for big boobs, she ended up changing her saint graph to fit his tastes. This didn't meant that Mordred Pendragon updated her wardrobe of course, because that was the point.

This adult-like assets that were almost a carbon copy of the Lion King's, being squeezed by her third ascension's red top and barely covered by both her jacket and the white shirt... they drove Ritsuka nuts.

And it made her happy, to see how much he craved her... or used to, at least.

Still, even if this was her mother, Mordred wasn't going to be intimidated in the slightest, so she decided to break the silence herself.

"Is there anything you-"

"My son. Walk with me."

The tone she used, surprisingly, made her feel like a child. The way the first two words came out of her blue lips felt so heavy. So... royal-like. Mordred hadn't been summoned to Faerie Camelot, unlike Tristan who died fighting against Barghest and Gawain alongside Lancelot who aided Mashu some time later.

But from what she was told, the Lostbelt counterpart of her Mother was an absolute monster. A Tyrant who ruled over creatures as despicable as the Fae for over two-thousand years and who almost managed to kill them all, if it wasn't because of a woman named Aurora and "Spriggan" guy or some shit.

Regardless, the blonde ended up accepting the small request, following the queen of the Fae shortly after. Silently, Mordred was taking note of everything she knew and remembered of her own Mother, and comparing it with this woman, something as simple as they way they walked, the tone in her voice, the movement of her legs and arms, and the way she held that staff...

The Rhongomyniad.

The spear that killed her at the battle of Camlann.

Everything was exactly like she remembered... but at the same time, the aura that surrounded her, it was so... peaceful. Cold, peaceful and relaxed, it seemed alien to her. What kind of life had this Morgan went through? was it because of Master that she ended up this way? the night of their marriage, she had been part of the guests.

When she saw Morgan arriving with such a smiling, bright face, she couldn't believe it. Back when she was alive, her mother never smiled. Not even once. All she did was-

"My Son. From what my husband has told me, you told him about your feelings shortly after the incident in America, is that correct?"

She spoke, without turning back to look at her. Saber scoffed as her mind took her back to her and Ritsuka's first night of passion. Mordred had never considered herself to be a "woman", much like Artoria. She was the Knight of rebellion, the one who killed King Arthur and caused the fall of Camelot, she lived her life as a man by the blade, and died by the blade never being acknowledged by her father nor as a woman by history.

But Ritsuka made her feel like one, something she couldn't quite understand even now, so many years later. Something inside him triggered her inner maiden-like persona... that's why... that summer where she was forced to wear a swimsuit for the first time, her heart finally took over and it made her mutter those damn words that even today made her feel ashamed.

"Master. I love you."

It didn't took much for her to give herself to him in that stupid island. Mashu teached him a lot of things and so did the rest of the women of his, back then, small little harem. Gosh, she hated remembering the fact how that ended up; they were found in the middle of it by Kyrielight and Tamamo... and the rest was history.

Things were never the same after that.

She felt the urge to stay by his side, to protect him, to love him and show affection in ways she had never thought possible. But that was what being a maiden in love meant, and seven years later, Mordred grew accustomed to it. She was both Lady Mordred for Ritsuka Fujimaru, one of his many lovers, and Sir Mordred the Knight of rebellion.

"Yes, Haha-ue... that's correct..."

Her legs finally stopped. Morgan turned around to look down at her child from Pan-human history with a stern look, yet she didn't seemed that afraid. A part of Mordred got puzzled by both the question and the reaction, her mother was clearly angry, but why and how? if the rumors were true, she saw almost on a daily basis how other women kissed Ritsuka even after their marriage, in front of her, so her relationship with Master shouldn't be-

"Then answer me something, son of mine. If you indeed are one of my husband's oldest concubines, why have you not come to me to request time with him?"

Out of all the things that could've come out of Morgan's mouth, this wasn't one Mordred was expecting. A drop of sweat fell from her left cheek as a feeling of awkwardness crawled through her back. This was the reason as to why she hadn't visited Ritsuka's chamber ever since Berserker got summoned into Chaldea and essentially, took over it.

It was obvious, really.

How could she barge into her Mother and Master's chamber, and say she wanted to go out in a date with him? even with Morgan in her spiritual form, she would be watching them 24/7. This, of course, also included Mana transfers... and no matter how much she loved Ritsuka, the idea of sharing bed with him while her mother watched...

It was just so... disrespectful and sinful.

"Huh?"

The hand of the Queen caressing her cheek interrupted her. Morgan's lips curved into a small smile as her crown disappeared into blue particles, giving the Knight of the Round Table full access to her face and ocean-like pupils. A way of saying she wanted to be heard from the bottom of her heart.

A subtle yet effective way to say she was being serious.

"Mordred. My dear child from Proper-Human History... do not think poorly of your nature as a woman. Nor think poorly of allowing me to see your way of loving my husband. As a member of Chaldea, and as one of his oldest, trustiest, and most loving allies, you are my Britain. You may be the Knight of Treachery, however, I can tell even without the need of my Faerie eyes... that this path you've chosen as a way to respect my relationship with him, is not something that brings you joy."

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She ended up at a loss for words. Was it that obvious?... no. No, it wasn't. It was just that Morgan, this Morgan, wasn't the same. Her mother never, ever cared about her truly. The Morgan Le Fae that was born into this world was a wicked woman who succumbed into insanity thanks to her resentment and the personalities of "Vivian", "Morgan Le Fae" and "Morgan Pendragon" all clashing against one another every single day of her life.

Her mother was a monster, Mordred, Gawain, Agravain and Gareth knew that all too well.

But this woman... she was...

"Haha-ue..."

Muttered the blonde, as Berserker gently nodded before grabbing her hand. This was the love and words only this version of her could gift her. After all, she had lived way more than her counterpart, a life full of pain, regret, that ultimately ended up in failure. This was a second chance not only for her, but for every heroic spirit in Chaldea, and she wouldn't allow Mordred to reject her own happiness simply because she lacked resolve.

Before she could even say something else, her view got covered in blue particles, and then she was somewhere else. Morgan had used her teleportation spell to speed up the process. They couldn't waste more time.

"Oh?... what is the meaning of this, Morgan?"

She would recognize that voice anywhere. Just as the High Queen turned away, the gallant figure of the Lion King herself got revealed in it's full glory. Mordred turned around to face the Lancer incarnation of her Father, who had previously arrived to Morgan's throne room just as she requested, one minute before.

All three members of the "Pendragon household" were reunited by order of the "Matriarch", the family that never was, nor would it ever be, even here.

"Chichi-ue... ?"

Artoria slightly bowed her head as a greeting, blushing the Saber. She had long since decided to never interact with the Saber counterpart of her father, but her other incarnations were an entirely different matter. Her resentment would never wither away, she just learned to live with it, but same could be said for her admiration towards the King of Knights, no matter the world she came from, nor how she looked. Mordred always would admire, hate and love her father equally even as a heroic spirit.

The High Queen looked at the two members of her family in Proper Human History, her and Artoria had a similar expression right now, one of seriousness. The mood quickly changed into a heavy one, yes... her and Artoria weren't enemies anymore, but it was no secret that Morgan wasn't a fan of watching her pathetic baby sister kiss and breed with her husband whenever she requested it.

It angered her, but seeing Ritsuka's happy, smiling face calmed her. What a joke of a situation.

Regardless... her love... no, their love for Ritsuka Fujimaru far surpassed any feeling of hate or animosity that could've been between the two. And Artoria was Morgan's Britain now as well.

"Artoria, my son. I trust you both know My husband is currently working endlessly alongside Saint Martha and the Ruler of Scandinavia gathering supplies for this Christmas."

Lancer nodded at her sister's question, and so did Saber. Good, this simplified and made things way easier for her, thus, Tonelico smiled. Ritsuka would have his stomach full by the end of the party on December 25th, which meant one thing... as a Queen, Morgan knew that everyone deserved a reward whenever they worked towards a goal.

Let alone something as altruistic as making an unforgettable party.

"I have a proposition regarding him, and I would like for you two to lend me your ears for a short amount of time... "

Just as she said that, a small table alongside three chairs appeared. Artoria sat in front of her older sister, and Mordred followed her Father shortly after.

It was a good thing no one followed them nor had any means of invading her royal chambers. After all, the last thing they needed was for Minamoto no Raikou, Hassan of Serenity and Kiyohime to learn what they were up to.

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-[Fragment 3: Camelot strikes back]-

December 24th

"Good night, Mashu"

A smile appeared on Rtsuka's face as he closed his eyes, feeling the hands of his beloved Kouhai caressing his face. Master forty-eight was being held by the woman he loved the most, as her eyelids also closed, soon enough their mouths melted into a loving kiss. Just a simple goodbye kiss between the two, under Morgan's gaze... he just couldn't leave without giving Kyrielight some affection.

She would be the second one to greet him tomorrow morning.

Their tongues danced slowly inside their mouths as her big breasts pressed themselves against his chest, the master felt his mana leaving out his body and going into his kouhai's, as small strings of saliva fell from the sides of his mouth. Mashu, unconsciously, was very dominant due to her being slightly taller than her beloved, something he enjoyed greatly.

But all things came to an end. Especially good ones. Eventually they ran out of air, and she let him go. Her purple gaze filled with a sad expression, she couldn't wait for her wedding, once he finally put a ring in her finger, she would be allowed to move into his bedroom and sleep by his side, and Morgan's for that matter.

"Good night Senpai... I'll see you tomorrow. Good Night, Morgan-san."

Spoke Shielder, giving her one and only a kiss on his cheek. The master saw his girlfriend leave him alone right in front of his door, before he looked up at his beloved wife. The Winter queen smiled back at him as she pulled him to her side, introducing the password that his wife had changed shortly after their arrival from the Enma-tei.

Originally, it was the date he came into Chaldea.

Nowadays, it was the date he married her.

"Your efforts are worthy of praise, husband of mine. I've tasted many delicacies, but the ingredients and dishes your fellow companions and Saint Martha came up with have left me overjoyed."

Hearing her praise him made the man smile. Ritsuka smiled wholeheartedly, nodding three times in quick succession. His favorite part though was the cake... he still couldn't believe the fact that he milked a damn Sphinx with his bare hands and killed a Demon God Pillar... made of cake ingredients.

"Thank you, Morgan. For everything... being with me, accepting me... and loving me."

Was his only reply, while his fingers, already intertwined with hers, squeezed her palm even harder. Berserker felt her cheeks blush and her cold, merciless heart beating up, filled to the brim with her love for him. Despite being an adult, she loved the fact that he was slightly shorter by her, it made him way cuter and also, the fact that she could hold his body and make him rest on her cleavage always turned her on... most likely, Galahad felt the same.

"It is nothing you should thank me for, my husband. My destiny and yours are intertwined for eternity, wherever your soul goes, I shall go there as well. However... I think that after all your efforts in making a celebration worthy of your heroic spirits, you deserve a reward... "

His eyes lighted up with excitement as she finished talking. The door closed as Le Fae's outfit disappeared, leaving her naked body. Ritsuka observed his lover's beautiful figure from behind, the smell of peaches he had already grown attached to invaded his nostrils, sending into him a sense of security, safety, and home-like.

The woman walked him into the bathroom, lovey-dovey cuddling in the shower? maybe with some love-making? Oh, he was all in for it. Morgan's face, however, was covered in shadows generated by her hair. The Faerie's hips went from side to side, making sure her ass-cheeks clapped against one-another to turn on her beloved as much as possible. She took her sweet time in crossing their room, all so they both could enjoy themselves in their own way.

While Morgan adored the feeling of Ritsuka's gaze on her body, that he craved her with such desperation and primal hunger in his eyes, making her feel special and unique... her husband absolutely adored looking up at her pristine, porcelain-like body. Every part of her being, from the longest of her beautiful white-blueish hairs, to the sole of her feet, drove him insane.

Stheno had a Noble Phantasm that could make anyone fall in love with her... ? yeah, sure...

Morgan didn't need such thing. Her appearance was more than enough.

"And I'm sure you'll enjoy what I, your wife, have prepared for you."

When she finally turned on the lights, he couldn't believe what his eyes looked into. His whirlpool bathtub was already filled to the brim with warm water, yet inside it were two faces Fujimaru never thought he'd see working together. Right in the middle of it all, the Knight of Betrayal herself rested her head in the Lion King's cleavage, wearing nothing but two Santa-like hats. Mordred's face contorted slightly into an expression of shame, seeing both her Mother and boyfriend arrive.

Artoria's hand, however, moved gently on the Son's back, reassuring her while a red tint spread across her cheeks. Oh, how long she had yearned to spent time with him again... perhaps this counterpart of her older sister wasn't that bad.

"O-Ohayo... Master... "

"Ritsuka, merry Christmas."

Greeted both the King and his son, as the object of their desire walked right in front of them. Morgan quickly rose her hand, turning on four candles she had previously placed to illuminate the place, before she pressed the switch to turn off the light once again, this in turn giving the room a more seductive and kinky feeling, since he could barely see anything, yet still was perfectly able to stare into Lancer and Saber's reddened faces.

What... was this?

The moment he turned around to look at his better half, he realized she had summoned a hat of her own, although hers was blue. Le Fae smiled softly while she knelt down, starting to unbutton his pants, while their eyes never broke direct contact. His command seals shone brightly, almost as much as his face.

"Why... why are you all-"

"We've joined forces temporarily in order to thank you for all the hard work you've put into making this Christmas special for everyone here, in Chaldea."

Spoke the Faerie, pulling down his pants and underwear before casting his shoes, shirt and socks away with just a snap of his fingers, leaving him entirely naked. His small member while being hard, remained in it's cute form, making Artoria laugh. Her older sister gave his shaft a gentle kiss as a way to greet him, before walking him into the water where her Sister and their child waited.

Mordred and Artoria, of course, quickly tucked their master into their breasts, making his head rest right in the middle of the king's left breast and the knight's right, forcing them to put their arms behind each other's back, allowing Morgan to press her body against his own. Feeling her hard nipples rubbing themselves against his skin made him tremble.

It felt like a dream, he had always wished for a night with the three, but he was smart enough to know it would be impossible. Just a fantasy, nothing more... until today, that is.

"Master... it's been a... long time since we've been like this... "

Feeling his hair under her chin as she gently rubbed herself against his body made her smile. Fujimaru looked up to his knight, his face filled with uncertainty. The last time he and Mordred ever had quality time together was around one week before Morgan got summoned, and while she had been part of his team in recent expeditions, it had been so long that he thought that perhaps, her feelings for him died off.

He couldn't be more wrong.

That flame just burn even brighter.

"Yeah. I had thought you... that maybe you didn't-"

His voice got cut short the moment her lips fell on his. Mordred's arms squeezed his body, as a "Ohhh?~" in a playful tone escaped Morgan's mouth. Artoria simply chuckled at the view, the king's left hand following down his chest, caressing his muscles lovingly. Fujimaru blushed when the strawberry-flavored saliva of the Knight of Betrayal started to stain his tongue.

When was the last time Mordred kissed him?

Slurp... sluuurp~

Her tongue twirled around his own, feeling how both of her parents kept cuddling him, the raven-haired male let out a muffled moan. Mordred Pendragon's way of kissing was dominant and rough, just like her mother. Their mouth split for a brief second so she could catch air, but not long enough for him to speak, before he realized, she was back at it again.

This time, slower and more passionately.

Altough Artoria ended up changing her caring expression into one of jalousy.

"Mordred. Do not let your feelings take hold of you so early. Ritsuka's stamina and mana are for all of us to share."

She spoke, still with kindness present in her voice. Despite her rebellious nature, she knew her Father was right, so she relented, allowing his lungs to finally fill themselves with oxygen. Ritsuka looked straight into Saber of red's eyes, his lips having been tainted with the red lipstick Artoria carefully applied to her while they waited for him and Morgan to arrive.

A bright red, similar to that of her clothes, but not as bright as the blush they both had. Even if she wasn't the best at expressing her feelings, she still tried her best, like always.

"Master. Please... never think something like that again. My heart and my blade are yours, forever."

Le Fae nodded at her son's statement, before her lips kissed her husband's neck, leaving one of her classic marks on it. Ritsuka looked down at his lover's face at the same time Lancer and her child's hands finally found Ritsuka's genitalia. They both gently took a hold of his balls, noticing how large and full they were.

Of course he was pent-up... he hadn't been able to indulge himself into the pleasures of flesh ever since preparations for the party started. He hadn't ejaculated in over ten days straight.

"Indeed, my husband. My son, Artoria and I have prepared this small gift for you, and you alone. Please, bestow your love unto us for as long as you want, and let us, the Pendragon Household, to love you in return."

If the plan was to turn him on while also make him fall in love with all three of them again, she was beyond successful. Artoria, however, also had thought of something both romantic and kinky that would certainly put her beloved into the mood they wanted him to be. Despite being the Lion King, Lancer, unlike her offspring and older sister, always loved to be dominated by him.

This meant... that she knew exactly what buttons she should press.

"Yes, Ritsuka. You're free to violate each of us tonight as lovingly or as roughly as you want... what's more... please, stain and sully our bloodline with your nasty, dirty and stinky seed... we'll gladly take everything. you. have."

It didn't took more than three seconds for him to completely lose his mind after that. The first thing he did was kiss Artoria, right after she finished her sentence. The king gladly received the small tribute her lover granted her, allowing her child and sister to accommodate themselves so they could be the first ones in giving his cock the attention it deserved.

He was going to do it... he was going to desecrate the sacred, royal bloodline of King Arthur himself... !

"H-hmngh... !~"

His voice came out muffled as the tongue of Camelot's ruler got into his own. Artoria's entire being tasted and smelled like vanilla, her breasts pressed themselves against his head. He had missed her so much, so dearly, yet even while she was sucking the mana out of him, he never stopped paying attention to his wife and the green-eyed knight.

Mordred and Morgan were looking straight at his cock, while their hands carefully yet gently massaged his balls.

"His... seed... even if it's inside his balls... there's so much I can even smell it from here... "

Saber struggled to speak her mind out. This was her first intercourse with Ritsuka in a long time, so she was totally unaware of the fact that her mother had altered the smell of his gametes. The Faerie of paradise smiled proudly at her son's statement and the fact that, unlike Baobhan Sith, she wasn't reacting negatively to the stench.

If anything, by the way she was moving her hips from left to right, just like a dog... she was turned on by it.

"Come, Mordred. Allow me to witness your technique in sucking my husband's cock. I'm sure that you'll know a thing or two after so many years."

The fact that she wasn't wrong was what made it worse, but it was already too late. Stinky or not, Ritsuka's cum was delicious, simply because it was his. The child of King Arthur nodded as she opened her mouth, allowing her tongue to come out, starting not from the base but rather, from the tip, using it to peel down his foreskin, luckily, the water made her job way easier.

Sluuurp sluuurp sluuuurp~

She treated it like an ice cream. The woman's tongue kept twirling and spinning around the male's flesh, under her mother's gaze. Le Fae, attracted by the vast quantities of mana she felt inside her lover's testicles, joined in trying to please his cock while carefully starting to play with his right testicle, Mordred's eyelids closed slightly as she felt her heart speeding up.

This feeling... this joy that was invading her soul and spreading across her body, her face...

"H-hnmmmngh!~"

Hearing him moan even as her Father kept kissing him with all her might, this was what she was missing. Mordred's eyes reflected Ritsuka's pleasure-filled face as he felt his foreskin being pulled down, his small, cute penis twitched, demanding more from both of them, of course. A good knight always obeyed her master's will.

And Mordred was a good knight indeed.

Her mouth quickly caught and started to suck on the small shaft, giving it all the care and love she could muster. Her body longed for him to reach his full potential already, the bastard... it took a long time, but her throat grew accustomed to his size, that was something Morgan immediately noted when, unlike Baobhan who struggled at giving Fujimaru a blowjob, at the cost of her throat aching the entire process, her Son from Proper Human History didn't care.

Lady Mordred the silent lowered her mouth, her lips touching and kissing her master's pelvis, allowing his cock to reach the deepest parts of her throat so it could enjoy itself and grow as much as it wanted.

Mashu's master moaned against Artoria's lips, as she quickly broke the kiss so he could scream the knight's name. Mordred looked up to her master, who's mouth was shut, this time by one of Artoria's fleshy nipples, now the only ones who could speak were her Mother and Father respectively, gosh... the expression of... pride in their faces was everything she could ask for, something she had only dreamt of.

"Good, Mordred. Very good. Keep going. Ritsuka's enjoying himself quite a lot, you see?"

Of course I don't, Chichi-ue you idiot...

The fact that both of Artoria's breasts were big enough to impede her a clear view of their master's face annoyed her. A small vein popped into her forehead, clearly angry at how Pendragon caressed his chest and spoiled him with her milk. Whatever... this was just starting, and the night was-

SLAP~

"HMNGH~"

A small spank on one of her ass-cheeks made her moan, the muscles in her throat reacted accordingly, taken by surprise, they squeezed Fujimaru's cock hardly and strongly making him scream in delight into the King's nipple, as a smile appeared on her face. Morgan now had a stern look on her face, a small ammonization for her lack of action.

They could talk all they wanted later. They had work to do.

The tongue of the Winter queen kept moving itself, soaking Ritsuka's testicles and Mordred's fingers with her saliva, as her nose constantly rubbed itself against his scrotum. His jewels, she noticed, were throbbing and covered in veins, it wasn't healthy for someone like her consort to hold on for so long, quite the contrary.

Her husband was meant to fill to the brim any women he wanted, her included, at any given time. The fact that he managed to suppress his desires all in order to bring joy to others was a statement of the type of man he was, and Morgan couldn't be more proud.

Sluuuurp sluuurp chup chuuup chuuup~

"My poor and beloved husband... look how pent-up you are... it must've been hard for you, wasn't it... ? to suppress your urges for so long, your desire to be loved and love back by those who's heart you've already taken... but fear not. As your wife, I shall take care of all your wishes and cravings..."

Spoke the white-haired beauty, before opening her mouth and taking one of his balls inside it. A shiver ran down Fujimaru's spine as his lips pressed themselves against Artoria's nipple, making her moan and sigh longly. He was just like a little brat, how adorable. Mordred's head kept moving itself up and down, the vein in her forehead having disappeared alongside her rage, perhaps her father had blocked her view to Master's face...

But she had the bigger prize down her throat right now.

CHUUP CHUUUP SLUUUUURP~

She could feel it. Her mind was slipping away as her hips kept going from left to right, trying to calm down the fire that plagued the insides of her womb. His tip and the rest of his manliness rubbed themselves against her throat, she struggled to move but she kept going regardless. Despite how long it had been, she could never forget how big it was.

That cock owned her after all.

Master... master... master... you fucking imbecile piece of shit...

Despite how harsh her thoughts were, her face was one of pure ecstasy. Mordred's lips extended themselves across Forty-eight's shaft as her head went up, before it went down again so quickly her nose hit his pelvis. Her pussy soaked in her juices twitched in desperation as she felt how his glans hit the back of her throat, as if it was trying to get inside her stomach.

Her stupid, cute big-dicked of a master that behaved so manly in the battlefield yet so kindly behind the walls of Chaldea... her stupid, imbecile, adorable master that fucked the crap out of her and made her his exclusive knight of betrayal... tears streamed down her cheeks the moment she realized how his arm moved; ending up right on her face, caressing her long, beautiful golden-like mane.

I've missed you so much... you asshole...

That's why she had to make the most of this blowjob. It was their reunion after all. Artoria, however, had a small change of plans when she felt how her impulses started to take control of her body, and the fact that the faces her family members were making had an effect on her. The King of knights gently pulled the Chaldean's head away from her boob, noticing how his mouth was covered in her milk.

How cute...

"Ritsuka. I think someone like you deserves something else. Allow me to offer you a plate fit for a king."

Mashu's senpai tilted his head in confusion, before Artoria finally joined her Son and Sister. The Lion King stood up, her legs at each side of his head, before she let her body rest right above his own, thus giving Ritsuka full access to one of Chaldea's biggest, fattest asses; hers. His eyes lighted up as his mouth opened in shock, finally witnessing the King's golden mane. His tongue trembled at the sight of Artoria's pussy, coated in hair, honey and sweats.

Pendragon however, now was face to face with her offspring and sister, who hadn't stopped in the slightest, quite the contrary. Mordred motivated herself to suck him off even harder now that she was being watched by her father, who had a gentle smile on her face. To share a night of passion with Ritsuka and Mordred was something that crossed her mind once or twice, yes. But she never acted nor suggested it trying to avoid possible troubles or awkward moments.

Turns out, they wasted so much time.

"Mordred. Did Morgan never teach you to share?"

She spoke, and a groan escaped the knight's throat as she finally let go off their master's cock. Morgan did the same with his balls, already covered in her blue lipstick, her territory marked. Ritsuka's dick was painted red, but it hadn't ejaculated yet. He needed way more than just a deep-throat to release himself.

And they all knew Ritsuka enough to know what he wanted.

"Come, my family. Let us show my husband what happens when we stand together."

All three of them grabbed their breasts, before carefully enveloping his cock into them. Ritsuka screamed as he felt how his member penetrated three cleavages in a row; Morgan took care of his base, Artoria the middle, and lastly, Mordred covered his tip completely. A tower of boobs big enough to surpass even someone as gifted as Fujimaru Ritsuka, Chaldea's master forty-eight.

Artoria smiled lovingly, Morgan did so subtly, and Mordred smirked as she frowned.

They definitely had to repeat this, perhaps once a week, or twice, maybe thrice.

"So? Master? what do you think of the Pendragon Household now, huh?~"

Spoke Saber of Red, Artoria waved her hips up and down to tease the black-haired one, her sweet fluids tainted his face as he tried to breathe. Morgan didn't lose time however, as she started to move her breasts up and down, squeezing him as tightly as she could, followed shortly after by her younger sister and their offspring.

Their lover, of course, let out another scream and a moan as his head rested against the bathtub, trying to process the pleasure he was being subjected to. A tower of breasts... he had never, ever experienced such thing. It was something only a trio of battle-masters like Artoria, Morgan and Mordred could think of.

"A-ahhhh! p-please... not so... roughly... !"

He yelled, but this had quite the opposite effect. Morgan rose her left eyebrow in confusion, feeling and seeing how both her husband's testicles and shaft twitched and throbbed in excitement, yet still rebelling against her. This was unacceptable, Ritsuka knew that she didn't tolerated insubordination of any type, she had killed and tortured hundreds of Faeries for far less than this.

"My Husband. You'll cum soon enough if you know what's good for you. You have no right to beg for mercy or consideration from any of us considering you enjoy breaking women into submission mentally, physically and emotionally, and what's more, the fact that you enjoy so much to cheat on me, your wife, on a daily basis."

She spoke, sternly, his mouth being shut by Artoria finally pressing down her hairy folds against his mouth. Ritsuka's tongue started to move wildly almost instantly, seeking to taste more of the vanilla-flavored honey the Lion King had to offer. Her ass-cheeks sent him into a world of darkness as they landed on his closed eyes, now unable to see anything, just feel how his mana was being sucked out of him slowly by the three most influential figures of the Arthurian legends.

Unlike her sister, however, the king herself was way more comprehensive and loving.

"Don't be like that, Morgan. Master is a young man who was forced to grow up too much, way too quickly. And the levels of beauty in the vast majority of Chaldean single women is something that very few could resist. It is normal for him to crave and desire us on so many levels... but I admit, we went overboard with him over the last few years."

Le Fae's face contorted into a slightly angry expression as she started to lick and suck what little of his cock she could see, forced to sink her face right into Artoria's sweaty cleavage, the younger did the same with Mordred's, her being the only one who was able to take his on his tip, or what little bit she could find that is.

All their hands moved differently, their tits pressed against his flesh with different types of pressure, each of them had their own way to deal with him.

Fujimaru's tongue and lips pressed themselves against the King's hairy folds, enjoying the sweet taste and fragrance of her flesh and fluids invading his mouth and nose. His tongue desperately tried to lick and devour Artoria's insides, making her moan as well even if her head was right inside Lady Mordred's chest.

If there was something Ritsuka exceeded at, was the art of cunnilingus. He had plenty of time to practice over the years, and many who were willing to serve as his test dummies.

Oh, how much he loved to lick Artoria. Ritsuka's hands went to the woman's ass-cheeks, squeezing them and pressing them down on his face as well just as Mordred's tongue bullied the tip of his genitalia. The Knight of Betrayal moved her massive tits she inherited from both of her parents, slightly increasing the difficulty of Artoria's labor.

That was until they felt how the frequency in which his balls throbbed increased. He was finally reaching his limit, to which they all stopped.

"Chichi-ue... Haha-ue... Master is-"

"Indeed he is, my son."

Spoke the High Queen with a joyful expression, before she started to kiss Ritsuka's cock after removing her breasts off it. Artoria followed shortly after, she still wasn't closer to cumming yet, but she knew Ritsuka enough to know he'll want to eat them out one by one when the time came. Mordred let out a sigh of joy as she joined the Lion King and High Queen in licking the puny human's dick.

No matter how much he wanted to keep devouring Artoria's womanhood, he couldn't fight back. His hips thrusted upwards, as if trying to fuck the air, making the trio smile yet they didn't stop. Their tongues moved even harder, faster. Mordred allowed her father to suck on Ritsuka's tip, Artoria wasn't greedy like her child or sister however, so while her lips did suck his cherry for a little bit, she quickly took it out to allow Morgan to take a turn.

And of course, she silently accepted. Ritsuka's cock was coated in red and green lipstick by this point, she had barely left any mark on it, that wouldn't do, that wouldn't do at all. Motivated by a fiery determination growing and burning inside her soul, the High queen did the total opposite of her Sister and Son from Proper human history.

She took the entirety of Ritsuka's shaft inside her throat, and proceeded to squeeze it, quickly going up and down as a way to assert her dominance and show her superiority. Ritsuka Fujimaru was her husband, hers and hers alone. Under Mordred's surprised face at the speed her Mother was moving her head, and Artoria's warm expression, Morgan Le Fae sucked the soul out of her husband's dick.

SLUUURP CHUUUP CHUUUUP CHUUUP~

She departed jsut in time for him to cum. All three of them grabbed his meat last time, taking advantage of the saliva and the water to masturbate him, six hands were more than enough to cover his entire length, up and down, up and down. It was as hard as a steel beam, yet hot as lava. Finally, it came out.

SPLUUUUUUUUUUURT~ SPLUUUUURT~ SPLUUUUURT~

Three thick lines of sperm erupted from his tip. Morgan opened her mouth, Artoria closed her eyes with a smile, and Mordred put her hands under her chin to catch as much as she could. The smell... it was absolutely disgusting, yet the flavor was just as sweet and addicting as she remembered. The King's nose moved itself gently, feeling for the first time the scent her sister bestowed unto their lover's mana, while it wasn't her cup of tea... she had to admit... it did made him seem more manly.

"Impressive, my husband... seems like holding so much cum for so long had a negative impact on your Mana... the smell is even worst than the one you marked me and my knights with back at the Enma-tei..."

She spoke, gently taking some of the substance with her fingers before licking it, she immediately found resistance in trying to drink it, the jelly-like thickness mixed up with how sticky it was made it difficult for her to swallow it, but she persevered. Artoria did the same, while their child just feed herself on what her hands managed to catch.

They really needed to drink more of it.

"My head is all dizzy... f-fuck... Haha-ue... what did you do... ?"

Saber asked, making Morgan laugh slightly. That was just the type of reaction she wanted her to have. It felt as if that cum was trying to contaminate her spirit and saint graph. She felt the urge to mate with her master, to receive more and more of it, endlessly. For eternity, the urge to hold him in her arms, to squeeze him and protect him to death... to obey his every command and fulfill his every wish.

Just what the fuck did her mother do to Ritsuka's cum... ?

"I'll give it to you, Morgan... your ideas are indeed worthy of praise."

Complimented her younger sister, making Le Fae's chest come out with pride. Artoria removed her hip from Ritsuka's face, they all took note of the adorable look he had, and probably he struggled to breathe with her pussy on his mouth. Mordred took his chest, her father took his right arm, and Morgan his left one.

His cock was still hard, even if now it was completely covered in red, green and blue.

"Say... Master. What do you want now?"

Asked Saber, rubbing her face against his muscles with a slight smile. Just as his arms were being sucked by the King and Queen's cleavages, all three of them however kept jerking him off very slowly. Both sisters kissed and marked their territory in a silent war; while Morgan was kissing Ritsuka's left side of his face, Artoria did the same with his right.

All while he kept panting, trying to relax himself and take back his composure.

"Come on, Ritsuka... speak your mind. Whether it is our minds, our souls, our hearts, or our bodies, they all belong to you. We'll fulfill your every request, my love."

And then she kissed his forehead, before his tired, yet lustful gaze lost itself into the blue and green seas that were the eyes of Morgan, Mordred and Artoria. The later who kept covering his face with their colored kisses, Fujimaru's mind was overwhelmed by the smell of fruits coming from their bodies. He could barely see anything in that darkness, but it only turned him on even more thanks to the candles.

They were going to kill him, for fucks sake, yet he wanted more. He wanted to kiss them more, to breed them, to hug them, to lick them, to fuck them, his mind could only think of Mordred, Artoria and Morgan just the way they wanted him to. He had forgotten entirely about his role as master of Chaldea, or that there was a world outside that room.

"I want... I want... I want to fuck Artoria and Morgan's armpits... "

He begged, and they both looked at each other with a smile. Le Fae quickly snapped her fingers, summoning a small bottle of lotion in her hand. Both sisters carefully applied some of it into said zone, before their bodies were side by side, allowing for Ritsuka to witness a small hole where he could stick his cock into.

Such a shameful view... yet one he loved all the same.

"There we go... Husband's exclusive hairy-armpit cocksleeve is ready. Perhaps you could consider this "New Camelot"... ?~"

Spoke the witch in a playful tone, making her sister chuckle slightly at the reaction, for Ritsuka's cock ended up twitching at the view. The man walked until he was behind each of them, and ended up thrusting his cock right in the middle of it. The sweat-covered skin and the blonde and silver hairs massaged and caressed his flesh, making him moan.

The only one who wasn't getting attention was Mordred, however... that would change.

"Mordred. While Morgan and I are busy, it doesn't mean you can join. Come, give Ritsuka a blowjob while he's busy invading New Camelot."

What... ? give master a blowjob... while his cock came in and out of Mother and Father's armpits... ? The Knight looked up at both of their faces, Artoria was smiling in an inviting way, while the Faerie nodded in agreement. Ritsuka however kept sighing and moaning as he moved his hips. Enjoying the feeling of their hair and skin rubbing themselves on his dick, with each thrust, it felt as if he lost more and more of his stamina. Of course he would, even something as this was draining his mana.

Mordred's face looked up to her master's face, and the expression of joy he was making... and then she cursed.

"Stupid depraved son of a bitch..."

Eventually, she gave in. The blonde slowly crawled towards the armpits of both of her parents, taking a good look at the human's dick. It was completely covered in their sweat now, yet it seemed to be throbbing even more than when they gave him a blowjob. Mordred closed her eyes, as her hands sank into Artoria and Morgan's breasts, before she finally took in Ritsuka's cock into her mouth.

Just as she did so, he thrusted into her, hitting the back of her throat.

"A-ahhh! M-Mordred!... "

Feeling her starting to suck on his dick while also seeing her mouth and face stuck to both, Artoria and Morgan's armpits, made him feel like a bull. He could see it, Mordred's reddened, angry expression as her mouth went backwards only to sank itself right back into them, Fujimaru started to pant heavily.

SLUUURP CHUUUP CHUUUUP~

"Look at him go... as your mother, I am proud of the lover you've become, Mordred. My husband seems to be in bliss indeed."

Spoke the Faerie of the lake, giving her son a quick pat on her head as she saw her mouth going back into sucking the blue-eyed man's dick, now using her tongue around it to weaken him. Saber took note of how it seemed to have even thicker veins than before, was he that fucking pent-up or was he that turned on by seeing how his face sank into Mother and Father's armpits?

Artoria's face had a happy expression as she looked up, pressing her armpit against Morgan's even harder so they could squeeze Ritsuka even more, he was thrusting his hips so desperately, they could feel his balls hitting the back of their bodies with such strength that it even made "slap" sounds.

He seemed as if he was in pain, was it that hard to hold back his urges to cum?

"Ritsuka, please stop holding back. It's not healthy. Especially for a cock as big as yours. You've been holding it in for so many days now..."

SLUUUUUUURP SLUUUUURP CHUUUUP~

Mordred's muffled voice escaped her mouth as she moved her head from left to right, before Ritsuka pulled his hips backwards in order to feel more of "New Camelot's" hair. The tone Artoria spoke him with was so loving and maternal that it wasn't that strange for him to picture her as a housewife. Fuck, fuck, Mordred's throat seemed to know what he was thinking, so it squeezed him even harder.

For the Knight of Betrayal, this was also hard... literally.

This imbecile... this bastard imbecile of a master... his semen... it fucking stinks... !

Even just the pre-cum and the leftovers from his previous ejaculation were enough to sent her mind into a drunken state. What a sick joke of a situation... she was being treated like a woman, like a cheap whore, forced to suck on a man's dick while she sank her entire face into her mother and her father's hairy armpits while this cute, stupid idiot of a Master she had prepared himself to unload a massive amount of his revolting, nasty, thick and dirty mana into her stomach...

All while her heart begged for her to keep going and satisfy him.

What did her life turned into?

"G-GAAGH! M-MORDRED! ARTORIA! MORGAN!"

He shouted, just as the three members of the Pendragon bloodline acted in unison. Morgan and Artoria squeezed his cock as hard as they could, while Ritsuka thrusted completely, feeling the hair and skin pressing themselves on his shaft one last time before it got sheathed into the deepest parts of Mordred's throat.

SPLUUUUUURT~ SPLUUUUUURT~ SPLUUUUUUUUURT~

Somehow, his second load was even stronger than the first one. Under Morgan and Artoria's gaze they saw how Fujimaru's cock throbbed as it unloaded thick ropes of cum right into their child's mouth. The Knight of betrayal's face changed from one of anger into an expression of ecstasy, yet even if the blonde tried to fight back against the big quantity of sperm that was being sent into her... yet it was too much.

"M- hmgnht... !"

"Oh my..."

Too much indeed, for it even started to come out of her nostrils, yet Ritsuka kept cumming. After a good while, when he finally stopped, his body almost sank into the water if it wasn't for Le Fae and her sister catching him right on time. Saber was still struggling with swallowing all the semen that still remained inside her mouth.

She almost felt like he drowned her in his seed, and now no matter what she couldn't stop smelling it because of it invading her nose.

Just how pent-up were his balls... ?

"I think it's time for us to take an actual shower and continue in bed. Husband certainly requires an advantage if he is to keep fighting in this war."

Both her sister and son ended up agreeing to the Queen's advice. Ritsuka's body rested against Morgan's cold skin, as her arms lovingly held him in place, all so he could rest while Artoria and Mordred coated their bodies in soap. Soon enough, both women rubbed themselves against his skin, going up and down while he let out sighs of relief.

The way their boobs pressed against his skin, how their fingers squeezed and caressed every place they could find. Mordred's face was painted red, but her eyes were filled with love and care, a view he had forgotten after so long. Artoria didn't lose her chance to force him into her cleavage, to which her sister did the same.

Two pairs of breasts, one on his face, the other one on the back of his head, while they waved from left to right, moving them gently, trying to overwhelm him.

By the time they were done, Morgan carried her husband as if he was a princess, carefully placing him in the middle of their royal bed. A long, tired sigh escaped his throat as he looked into their faces, a bottle of glass filled with the mixture of her milk and golden apple juice got summoned, just like back then.

He drank in silence, feeling how his energies returned to his body, and then he was horny again.

"So, master... which one of us you'll do first?"

A very good question indeed. They all lined up in a doggy-style position, Mordred in the middle, Morgan at her left, and Artoria at her right. All of them wanting the same thing, yet him not knowing who should come up next. Morgan was his wife, so she should be his priority... but it was also true that Artoria didn't get her chance to cum back when they were in the bathroom. Yet... the one who most likely wanted him the most, was the heir to the throne.

He wanted Mordred as well.

An idea popped into his mind. One that would please all three of them, rather than having them wait one by one for their turn.

"U-Um... I want to do you, Mordred. But I was thinking... c-could you sit on my face... ? I want Morgan and Artoria to give me... "

His voice died at that moment, out of shame. Ritsuka wasn't strange to asking pervert things out of his lovers, he had an extremely impressive libido whenever he was in control. Ever since Morgan started managing his harem, he "regained" some sense of dominance and freedom within Chaldea and over his women, as bad as it sounded, rather than them having their way with him 24/7 now, his confidence also got boosted up in the process.

What's more, this was a special occasion.

But that's why... the way they were looking at him...

"Yes, my husband?"

"Speak your heart out, Ritsuka."

They both asked that before their faces got closer to his. Fujimaru blushed the moment their lips resumed their battle, of course. Even if they had indeed washed him before, the lipstick Morgan, Artoria and Mordred used was magical. The marks would last for a while, so indeed, while his body just came out of the shower, perfectly clean and with the sweet fragrance of soap surrounding it, his genitalia and face remained painted by the trio.

The King Arthur rubbed her nose against her beloved's face, just as the tongue of her sister licked his ear. All while their son gave him a paizuri, wanting to wake up his cock again. Mordred's breasts pressed themselves gently against Master forty-eight's shaft, before a shower of kisses attacked it.

The blue-eyed woman's tongue invaded the insides of his ear, before the user of Rhongomyniad took his lips in a gentle kiss, pressing her tongue against his own.

"Hmmm~... we'll squeeze the answer out of you if it comes to it, Ritsuka... what is it your heart wishes for me and Morgan to do?... say it."

She insisted, grabbing his chin. Even in the darkness of his room, tormented by the Witch's tongue going into his ear canal, and the breasts of the knight of betrayal that indulged and drowned a big part of his length in a sea of sweaty, strawberry-scented flesh, he could see those green, royal eyes filled with love, and the heart-shaped pupils at the bottom of them.

Artoria rubbed her nose against his own, as long and heavy sighs escaped him. He had dug his grave... but if they truly wanted to please him, then... it was ok, right?

"I want... I want a pussy sandwich... p-please... ?"

The insecurity in his voice was absolutely adorable, as if a child was begging for forgiveness after saying or doing something they shouldn't have. Pendragon and her sister laughed slightly, while Lady Mordred finally let go off the master's member. So he wanted to feel their hairy folds caressing his dick while he ate out their child, huh?

That could be interesting.

"But of course, my dear. Come, Artoria... let's show my husband our noble phantasm~"

A departing kiss from the King was all he got, as Saber got closer to him. Ritsuka rested his head against the pillow, before feeling how the ass-cheeks of Mordred covered both of his eyes, her pussy landing right in front of his mouth, letting out a moan. The delicious honey and smell invaded him just the way he wanted it to. Watching his cock twitch in delight was another cute reaction that made their heart beat in excitement.

Morgan carefully sat on the right side of his hip, while the younger took the left side. It was almost as if they were trying to scissor each other, altough with him in the middle of it, preventing their womanhoods from making contact. A shiver ran down his spine upon feeling the soaked pubic hair of both sisters rubbing him from each side, alongside their labia minora.

"Let's synch, Artoria... one, two, three."

And it finally started. Mordred let out a moan when she felt how her master's tongue started to caress her folds, slowly going up until it found her clit, starting to press it. Le Fae's hip moved up slowly alongside her sister, soaking Ritsuka's lipstick-covered cock with their honey, before both of them went down, until their butts clashed against his own.

It was still so hot and lively, all thanks to her special beverage.

Sluuurp~ sluurp~

"F-fuck... Master... calm down... My pussy isn't going nowhere!"

Yelled out the Knight of Londinium, before she twerked her ass as a way to turn him on even more. Her gaze fixated on his shaft, and how both hips from the white and golden-haired maidens went up and down at the exact same time, there was plenty of space for them to do so. Le Fae let out a sigh of pleasure whenever she felt how her flesh dragged itself across Ritsuka's cock.

Her husband's manhood was certainly impressive and amazing, then again? everything about him was perfect. She loved him so much, so deeply and so dearly.

"H-hhhpmh~... M...gan... Atodia~"

He spoke, before resuming his oral session. His tongue dragged itself across Mordred Pendragon's flesh, before it got inside it, making her moan. Her body had forgotten how to fight back against pleasure, so it was sensitive due to the lack of it despite not having had an orgasm yet. The blue-eyed man didn't lose time, and immediately started to lick her insides.

Even his voice as he tried to say Father and Mother's names made her feel good.

SLUUUURP SLUUUURP SLUUUURP~

His fingers squeezed and massaged the knight's fat ass as his hips thrusted upwards, sending waves of pleasure straight into both ruler's wombs. Artoria smiled with a blush on her eyes, speeding up without any prior warning whatsoever, to which it forced Morgan to adapt herself in an effort to resume their combined attack.

Ritsuka was moving himself as if he was trying to fuck them, even if he knew he couldn't get inside any of them right now.

"Artoria... I would appreciate if you told me whenever you'll increase your speed."

She spoke, having an angry tone, pressing down her hips even more, causing for his member to push itself even harder against King Arthur's folds, in turn, the younger sister imitated her, now they were squeezing him even harder. Mordred's father however just had a smile on her face, a nice contrast with Morgan's clear anger.

"I apologize, Morgan... but I can't help it... it's so hot, it feels as if it's burning me up..."

SLUUUURP SLUUUURP SLUUUURP~

To see the gallant and elegant Lion King, the oldest counterpart of the King of Knights, doing such a womanly expression while letting her urges and feelings consume her completely was a sight to behold, truth be told. Morgan still remembered, angrily, the night before Ritsuka finally made her his woman and stained her with his seed. That day Artoria booked him starting from five PM until the rest of the day, much to her and many other women's fury.

And while it was true that her stupid sister indeed didn't teased nor annoyed her like Lady Lancelot did, seeing how her sister's tongue raped and extracted her husband's mana right in front of her eyes was something that she disliked from the bottom of her heart. To see Ritsuka moaning in bliss as Artoria twerked on his face, drained his mouth dry and feed him with her milk to reinvigorate him so he kept cumming...

The way she rode him on their bed, the way they talked and muttered to each other those cursed words "I love you"... that's what irritated Tonelico the most. She was superior to any living being in proper human history, the only one, the _only one_ able to make her feel any sense of humility, inferiority and defeat was Ritsuka himself.

"A-ahhhh~ M-master... f-fuck! I told you to calm the fuck down!"

Mordred's voice, despite trying to sound angry, came sounding like a whine. Even if she was doing her best to try and hold down her urges to cum, Ritsuka still remembered her pussy's weak spots, the main reason being that she shared many in common with both of her parents. A clear example was that she enjoyed for him to pry open the left side of her labia minora, just like Artoria, yet she liked for him to lick him slowly just like Morgan.

A sigh of pleasure escaped the Winter witch's mouth as her cold, hairy folds started to throb. Now she focused more on pleasing herself as well, rubbing and pressing her clit against her lover's member, still doing her best to keep her composure down. She was royalty, she couldn't let her lust get the better of her, not when the point of this was to obey her husband's every order. She would have to teach him a lesson on the night of December 26th, but that was for the future.

By the look of it, all of them were getting closer at the same time.

"Try to hold it in, son of mine... it seems like there's an opportunity for us to reach climax together."

A smile spread across Pendragon's face, as she winked back at her sister... the little-... fine. Morgan quickly discarded any sense of darkness that was starting to infect her mood, and nodded. Both of them snapped their fingers in unison, surprisingly, Ritsuka's muffled voice escaped loud enough even while his mouth was full of Mordred's womanhood.

Their genitals started to shone; while Morgan's pussy was covered in blue, Artoria's was covered in a gold light, quite similar to that of Rhongomyniad itself, as they started to rub themselves against him even harder and faster. Up and down, up and down, while the bed started to squeak, mainly due to the speed they were using.

The one who ended up speaking, was the King herself.

"Do you like this, Ritsuka?~ we told you, this is our new noble phantasm~"

Mordred closed her eyelids as her twerking continued. Her hands ended up falling on the master's chest. Her mind could picture her beloved master's tongue moving itself so wildly inside of her it was maddening. Mordred's body was accustomed to intense training, hours and hours of battling, sparring, and of course, pain. It was ironic that she was summoned in her so called prime back before she acquired any of the scars she won during her life.

But pleasure... that was something she always struggled with.

"H-hold on, Master... let me... ungh~"

SNAP~

ZAAAP ZAAAP ZAAAP~

"H-HMNGPHT?!"

Hearing him scream as a ticklish, explosive feeling filled his mouth was everything to Saber of red. Her mana burst, mainly focused on electricity, had covered her womanhood in a similar way both of her parents did just now. Red electricity weak enough to not hurt Ritsuka in the slightest, but strong enough for it to send constant waves of pleasure all the same through his entire mouth as he licked her.

The smile of pride that appeared on Morgan's face seeing her child from Pan-human history imitate them both with such ease made Saber blush. With three "magic filled" pussies attacking him from all sides, it was obvious he wouldn't last much longer. Fujimaru did his best to try and hold down his sperm inside himself as much as he could, but the feeling of Morgan's cold flesh and fluids, Artoria's warmness and Mordred's electricity spreading itself through his tongue...

He was done for.

SPLUUUUUUURT~

He came just one second before them, but it was irrelevant in the grand scheme of things. While not strong nor big enough to make them scream, the three women came all the same. The long and smelly thick ropes of semen landed perfectly on their hips, just as Mordred flooded their master's mouth with her strawberry flavored honey, the smell almost seemed to made them cum even harder. Morgan was the one who ended up, as expected, dividing the mana across all of them, with three small spheres.

Magic was useful indeed.

"There's still one last plate to taste before the main course, my dear."

Artoria took control of the situation when she saw her master's face, Ritsuka struggled to breathe after having been suffocated for so long. It was better to leave him be now. The blonde slowly crawled to the edge of the bed, facing the sofa where Morgan usually sat to oversee the breeding sessions her husband had on a nightly basis, followed soon after by the white-blue haired Faerie, and their child.

The three Pendragons lined up their rears towards their master, in a defenseless position, perfect for breeding...

And eating.

SLAP~

"Come, husband of mine. We've baked these cakes just for you."

Neither her sister nor her son complained when both of her hands spanked their asses. The sight of Father and Son's asses trembling when the mother spanked them made his eyes twitch. The king, the queen, and the knight... who to pick? all of them looked delicious, and the fruit-scent coming from their bodies was attractive as well.

Morgan's peach-flavored winter ass... Mordred's strawberry-flavored cake... or Artoria's vanilla-flavored royal anus... ?

"Oh!~... Ritsuka... you're such a saint~"

Mordred would be lying if she said she wasn't jealous after seeing the pleasure-filled expression her father made when master's face sank between her ass-cheeks. Morgan rested her head against her closed fist, as she rose an eyebrow, taking note of the way Artoria moved her tongue. Of course she would be feeling that way, her husband was the best at eating asses in the entirety of Proper-human history.

No matter how much Rhongomyniad empowered her ass, Ritsuka would devour her all the same.

SLUUURP SLUUURP SLUUUURP~

He was just as hasty as ever when it came to licking. Faces, breasts, butts, feet, pussies, as long as he had to put his tongue to work, he couldn't wait a single moment, no. Ritsuka's tongue quickly attacked Lion King's butthole, following the delicious donut's shape while he inhaled the scent coming from her skin and the sweat surrounding him.

Artoria's butthole was quite delicious and fleshy enough for him to tease and bully with extreme ease. The Lion King's voice came out, joyful the moment her flesh was caressed and loved by the mouth of her beloved partner, as his hands now squeezed her ass-cheeks, she didn't lose any time at all. Just like how Mordred did minutes ago, she started to twerk, making the flesh tremble and caress him from all sides.

Plap plap plap plap~

Obviously, it felt great to them both. A small nice reward from her to him for his effort in worshipping her royal rear. Fujimaru's command spells shone even brighter than before as the mana flowed into Artoria, alongside his saliva, slowly going into the deepest parts of her butt, just as Ritsuka intended to, he was giving her rectum a nice, delicious taste.

"Ritsuka... Ritsuka... !... you're making me... cum too soon!"

In response to his licking, her butt twerked even harder. Fujimaru's head was completely engulfed by Pendragon's rear, while her soaked, golden-haired genitalia made a mess on his mess just like a waterfall. The black-haired master was merciful however, merciful enough to attack her hungry pussy with his right hand, penetrating it with just the index finger alone, barely enough to satisfy a woman in love like Artoria Pendragon Lancer.

No, not even that.

He was messing up with her on purpose, just like he did with Morgan. He was making her starve for affection so she would be even more desperate when it finally came her time to be penetrated and filled with mana. How could her cute, adorable master be so cruel?, Artoria's hands squeezed the mattress, her voice now more of a panting than anything else.

And then it finally happened.

Ritsuka stuck three fingers inside of her, just as his tongue went as far as it could go into her anus. The Lion King shouted as she finally came, right in front of her Son and sister's eyes. King Arthur Pendragon, one of the most powerful beings in the entire history of the world, ruler of Camelot, had fallen... defeated by having her ass devoured by a peasant from Japan.

"Sasuga wa ga Ott-oh?!~"

The winter witch couldn't even finish praising her husband properly when he came to eat her out next. Mordred gained an expression of shock when she saw the big smile that appeared on her mother's reddened face. Ritsuka "Le Fae" didn't wasted any time in pleasantries, he was hungry. He was fucking hungry, and right now, after having finished his first plate, he wanted some peach-flavored ass.

SLAP~ SLAP~ SLAP~

Hearing and feeling him slapping her ass-cheeks made her sigh. Morgan loved to be desired by Ritsuka just as much as he loved whenever she embraced him. Fujimaru's tongue soon enough found it's prize; the faerie of paradise's peach doughnut. His nose took a long breath, as he enjoyed the feeling of her sweat and flesh surrounding him.

That smell... that delicious, exquisite smell that he loved so much. It felt as if Morgan had completely broken him and rebuilt him into the man she liked, even if she always told him "Make me the kind of women you'll like to be with" from time to time. Fujimaru's mouth kissed itself with his wife's anus, moving his lips slowly and lovingly while his cock twitched almost at the same time as the faerie's labia minora.

Another set of spankings, and then she started twerking on his shoulders like her younger sister did. Berserker's eyes shone in the darkness, filled with love upon feeling the passionate French-kissing her husband was subjecting her ass to. Before his tongue went up, and then down, over, and over again in small brushstrokes.

"Ah~... husband of mine... my precious and small, beloved husband... please, eat until you're satisfied..."

Spoke the Witch, looking back and feeling the warm head of her one and only between her buttcheeks. Fujimaru, with his eyes closed, felt as if he was in the middle of a winter storm. That was how cold his wife's body was, but it was amazing. Soon enough he obeyed her command, she wanted him to be satisfied, yes? then master forty-eight would indeed satiate his stomach and heart with that delicious peach of hers.

SLUUUUUUUUUUUURP~

Finally he got in. His tongue invaded Faerie Camelot "through the back door", sending a shiver down Morgan's spine. Unlike her sister, she was doing her best to try and keep her cool. But the heart-shaped pupils at the bottom of her eyes were all the proof both Mordred and her Father needed to know...

Haha-ue was in bliss.

Ritsuka's cock throbbed in excitement when his tongue felt how Morgan's butthole twitched every second, joyful at being licked and loved by her husband once again. The woman's nipples were leaking her royal milk due to her excitement at the same time her honeypot did, soon enough, her hips went from left to right.

She was getting closer, her cold womb was burning in desire, desperate for him to come inside her at once. Tonelico closed her palms on the mattress, the human's mouth was completely stuck to her butt, as if it was another mouth. His lips moved slowly, yet his tongue was being wild and unforgiving.

And then he did it. He moved his head from left to right so roughly, wanting to feel the cold, smooth, jelly-like flesh of her rear trembling around him even more. That was what pushed Morgan to the climax, to which she closed her eyes, opening her mouth with a long and heavy sigh. She indeed had managed to supress her voice.

SQUIIIIIIIIIIIIRT~

There was only one cake left. Mashu's senpai finally took his head off from his wife's ass, not before kissing and biting her left cheek. He loved how cold Morgan's body was, so unique and beautiful. One kiss, two kisses, three kisses, and then a couple of bites to feel her delicious flesh on the inside of his mouth. One lick, two licks, and he kept going until Mordred's feet gently touched him.

Yes, yes, he would love her now.

"I will... punish you... stupid master... "

The knight of betrayal, however, let her jealousy take a hold of her judgment. When the human's head got engulfed by her ass-cheeks, right as Ritsuka's tongue licked Mordred's butt, once again she activated her Mana burst. The small shocks of electricity invaded his mouth as his tongue repeated the same notion with her butthole. Now having tasted both Morgan and Artoria's asses, he noticed how Mordred's was a mix of the two.

A doughnut-shaped butthole just like Morgan's, yet fleshier just like Artoria's. A delicious, strawberry flavored and scented electric donut. The Chaldean's fingers closed themselves on the knight's ass as his head went deeper and deeper while the blonde's butthole twitched. The woman's expression contorted into one of pleasure while she sighed.

Seeing how Haha-ue and Chichi-ue looked at her with such intensity made the blush on her face even darker.

What kind of disgraceful expression could he be making right now?

Sluuuurp sluuuuurp sluuuuuuurp~

"F-fuck!... Master you... fucking son of a bitch!"

For some reason, at that very moment Ishtar felt angry and Ereshkigal felt like sobbing. The heir to King Arthur's throne hit the bed as hard as she could, almost breaking the white wood behind it before his head kept messing with her ass. The blue-eyed human was taking his sweet time in sniffing her butt and devouring it, while also moving his tongue with such intensity it seemed as if he tried to melt her brain with it.

Just how much shit did Scathach and Mashu taught him? what kind of magic crap did he had in him to be this good at pleasuring women?

The red electricity surrounding Mordred's butthole and the ticklish feeling spreading through his entire mouth was turning him on to no end. If there was something he liked about summer was how much she sweated whenever she wore her armor. And right now, it seemed as if her body was obeying his desires.

That sweet smell, that electric exquisite taste...

Chuuuuuu~

"E-eeeeek!"

He couldn't hold himself back from French-kissing her butthole. The cute, adorable sound that escaped Mordred Pendragon's mouth made Artoria chuckle slightly, how adorable. One of Fujimaru's hands went straight for the woman's clit, finding it poking out even among all that beautiful hair covering her labia, before starting to pull it.

The child of Morgan Le Fae knew nothing of elegancy or manners, so her voice started to come out, completely devoured by pleasure, as much as she hated it to be seen by her parents. Morgan and her sister had a similar type of smile, one that she could read perfectly. They thought she was cute, her, the knight of betrayal, the fucking reason as to why Camelot fell.

They thought she was fucking cute.

All because of the way Ritsuka was dominating her by licking her ass so thoroughly. That thought was what pushed Mordred to the edge, as she finally came with such strength it seemed as if she was a sprinkler, even if she was a squirter instead. Her mother's husband soon enough repeated the same action, taking his head out of her ass...

Only for him to start to lick her thighs, much to her shame.

Morgan and Artoria, however, noticed the quantity of veins present on his testicles. He clearly was going through a lot of pain, just to pleasure himself and themselves at the same time, but he was reaching his limit. Ritsuka needed to cum as soon as possible. Ritsuka wished to keep cleaning his knight, however, he stopped when his body got covered in a blueish aura.

Morgan rose one of her fingers, pointing it at him.

"That is enough, my dear and beloved husband. You seem to be unable to keep holding it in, and I will not allow this kind of insubordination to continue. Today is a night where we service you, not the other way around, and my orders are absolute."

She spoke, before his body gently landed right on the middle of the bed. The three Pendragons crawled towards their master, Morgan at his right, Artoria at his left, and finally, Mordred in the middle. While the white/blue-haired servant was the one who wanted the most to be filled with his mana, Mordred had to go first for the sole reason that it had been too long.

Her insides missed Fujimaru the most, and they knew it.

"M-Mordred... ? you'll go first?"

He asked, still slightly shocked. Usually she wasn't this assertive unless she was on her Rider spirit origin. But that's what love did to a maiden's heart. No words came out of her red lips, instead, those heart-shaped pupils of hers looked at him from the dark while her legs went around his hip, and her arms rested on his shoulders.

She was going to take advantage of this position and use her Riding skill on him.

"Just... just stay still and shut up or I'll punch your fucking face into next Christmas!"

Soon enough, he couldn't even see her eyes anymore, for her breasts rested on his face. Her nipples were in pain, wanting to be milked by his loving, warm lips. Artoria and Morgan's hands went to help their child; while Le Fae's right hand was caressing her husband's veiny, pent-up balls, Artoria's left hand was stroking Ritsuka's dick, pointing it towards Mordred's entrance.

Truth be told, the later was nervous. She gave him this spirit origin's hymen a long, long time ago after he came back from America. But her body hadn't been fucked in so many days that her insides were probably going to be overwhelmed by his thickness and size. Uther's daughters placed their left and right hands on Mordred's hip, they were gonna lower it themselves so she could be impaled by Ritsuka.

"Don't be scared, son of mine... just let my husband's semen corrupt you until the point of no return. Offer your soul to him tonight, alongside everything "Mordred" is."

Artoria nodded at the statement made by her sister, before she licked her lipstick covered lips, she couldn't wait her turn.

"Make sure to squeeze lots of Ritsuka's stinky and smelly semen with your pussy, alright Mordred?~ and do enjoy yourself... you've loved him with your entire soul already for a long time, isn't that right?"

Neither of them allowed the Bastard child of King Arthur to reply. Because they dropped her hip on his shaft with such strength that it bulged on her belly. Mordred Pendragon died with the Rhongomyniad going through her stomach and coming out of her back in the battle of Camlann, yet even so... nothing compared to Ritsuka's dick.

The first time he fucked her at that fucking island she almost passed out despite her nature as a heroic spirit. It was so warm, so loving, so gentle, he was so cute and adorable, yet he treated her as if she was the most precious thing ever. He held her in his arms, he rubbed his face against hers, he made her feel like a fucking woman, the thing she hated the most.

He made her love the fact that she was born as one.

And now... that exact same sensation... it returned.

"G-GAAAAAAAAGH! F-FUUUUCK!"

Her voice came out so loudly that, if it wasn't because of Ritsuka's room being soundproof already, she most likely would've woken up almost half of the Wandering Sea's population. Mordred's hands squeezed her master's shoulders as saliva slowly descended from her mouth. Ritsuka's lips themselves closed down on her breast, as he slowly started to drain her needy left nipple.

Morgan and Artoria waited for a moment, each of them taking a good look at their child's pleasure-filled face, it had contorted into an insane expression as she slowly tried to remember and adjust herself to the flesh-made log invading the deepest parts of her belly. It was fucking bulging, she could feel it, she could see it. That massive thing, she could clearly see it in her belly, feel her womb react to it.

Her walls squeezed and closed themselves around it, tightening up to such degree her mind seemed to click, remembering it's shape.

Of course... of course she would remember it... after all...

"You... YOU MADE ME YOUR BITCH YEARS AGO, YOU BASTARD!"

She yelled, finally snapping at him, unable to see him smile. Instead, the only reply she got was him lovingly licking her nipple, the man's heart started to beat up in excitement at the feeling of the warm milk descending down his throat, her words may be hard, but she loved him. If not, she wouldn't have changed the position of her hands; from his shoulders to holding his head, pushing it towards her cleavage so he felt her entire flesh.

If he loved her tits so much, then he better lick the crap out of her. Ritsuka's tongue moved in circles around Pendragon's areola, before they pulled the nipple back in. Once, twice, just like a baby. Morgan and Artoria took a hold of Mordred's hip, pulling it upwards, noticing how soaked their love's shaft ended up, absolutely covered in the Knight's fluids. King Arthur's hand went straight for Fujimaru's member, starting to jerk him off right as her son's hips went up.

Morgan kept massaging his balls, stimulating them so they produced more and more cum.

And then Mordred screamed again when her parents impaled her on master's manhood once again, without any warning whatsoever. That's what made her scream loudly again when she felt his tip touching the entrance to her womb. Her body reacted accordingly to the pleasure and joy her saint graph felt, using Mana burst.

The red electricity that covered Saber's body infected Berserker and Lancer as well.

Z-ZAAAP ZAP ZAP~

"H-hm... ~... I see... so this power represents your emotions, my son?"

The angrier she got, the stronger and more erratic her electricity was. That's why the red lightning covering Mordred's body right now wasn't hurting any of them at all right now. The voice that answered the queen's question came out with a maddening tone, as Fujimaru was moving his hips up and down himself this time.

His pelvis went up, hitting the deepest parts of Mordred's insides, before quickly coming out, not wasting any time at all. The woman felt his teeth carefully playing with her hardened nipple yet not bitting her at all, before his tongue pressed itself down on it. "Glup, glup, glup~" the sound of him drinking from her was killing her sanity.

The man's cock shoved itself back into her womanhood once again. Tears started to fall down the Knight's cheeks.

"UHOOOOGH~ FUCK! FUCK! FUUUUCK! HAHA-UE~ CHICHI-UEHHHH~"

Both of their eyes shone in the dark when their son mentioned them. Mordred indeed had been Ritsuka's property a long time ago. He did it, he had tamed the heart of the Knight of Rebellion that afternoon in that godforsaken uninhabited island. She was entirely his to do as he pleased, but Ritsuka wasn't that type of man who liked to break things for his own amusement.

No.

Chu~

Mordred's voice died when master's lips clashed against hers. A loving, sweet kiss that would melt her brain for sure, but she fought back. Her tongue licked his while his balls kept hitting her ass, she rode him all the same, her hip going down on it's own without the need of assistance, wanting to feel, wanting to be loved, wanting for her rebellion to be put down by him. The person she loved the most.

Ritsuka Fujimaru Emiya Tohsaka was a man who took care of his possessions, those that stood by his side, those that loved him, fought with him, protected him, those that made him feel like life was worth living despite it's hardships and struggles, it's ups and downs. Mordred had been there for him since the early days of the Grand order.

And as his tongue licked hers while her hip slammed itself back into him... how her ass clapped over and over again with each movement, and the bed soon gave in, he wanted nothing else in the world other than make her happy, for her to remain by his side for eternity, just like all the others.

"H-HMMMMMMMMMMNGHHHHHT~"

The red light soon died out when she finally came. Mordred felt her body being recharged with mana just like her womb. Her bloated stomach, filled with the disgusting, sweet and nasty sperm of her master sent her consciousness straight into Avalon. The most adorable part of it all was the way her arms ended up; closed around Ritsuka's neck, not wanting for him to separate himself from her.

Morgan herself moved away the body of her son, freeing her husband for Artoria to ride. But she had other plans. The Lion King sat herself on his hip indeed, rubbing her soaked, hairy folds against the man's erection, but she was doing the reverse cowgirl. A perfect position for Ritsuka to dominate her by holding her legs, but also having full access to her royal armpits.

"Ritsuka... my beloved master... please... I know I have no right of ask this out of you in front of your significant other... "

Feeling how her arm gently pulled his face towards her armpit made him look up. The King smiled at her peasant's surprised expression. Morgan squinted her eyes at the view, she recognized that position perfectly. That was the position where she revealed to Ritsuka she had been letting her armpit hair grow, during their wedding night where they became one.

That, mixed up with the last part of that phrase, could only mean one thing.

Artoria... you... !

And she was right. Because those green, heart-shaped eyes of hers gently looked down at the human's face, while her hand caressed his shoulder, motivating him to lick that place he loved to worship so much as he fucked her to his heart's content. The ruler of Camelot had fallen for him a long time ago.

"I want you to violate me as if I was your wife... I beg of you... satiate my heart, I can't stand this longing for you anymore... "

The Faerie of paradise's eyes shone as she tightened up her fist. Using her Faerie eyes to try and for any sort of darkness in her sister's soul. Any sort of dark emotion that gave her away, but there was nothing. Artoria Pendragon, King of Knights, her heart would always remain the same. The ideal king who ruled camelot in Proper Human History, in exchange of her humanity and any sort of selfishness or human feeling she could've had.

This had a domino effect in her servant counterpart, with no kingdom to rule, there was no reason for the blonde to not be an enslave to her emotions anymore.

Artoria genuinely, truly loved Ritsuka from the bottom of her heart, to the point it hurt her... just like Morgan did. Neither of them could live without him anymore, and they knew it.

"I-Is it... is it ok, Morgan? "

Him asking for her approval was both unexpected and expected at the same time, yet she appreciated it all the same. The High Queen caressed her chin for a brief moment, both thinking and trying to calm herself down. No matter her feelings towards her sister, she had to discard them all... sure it wouldn't happen in one go, but overtime she would have to, all for his sake. For her husband's sake, and even for Artoria's sake.

A long and heavy sigh escaped the Faerie's mouth, before she looked up at her sister and husband with a small smile.

"But of course, my husband. My dear Ritsuka... it is only natural for me to fulfill all your wishes and requests... "

Despite this being Artoria's moment, Morgan took her chance to gently caress his face. Master Forty-eight opened his mouth slightly shocked at the gesture, just as his wife got closer to him, their foreheads touched themselves, as he felt how she pulled him into that beautiful blizzard of a soul, holding him in her arms so she could protect him in her cleavage.

She always would give her husband the best.

Chu~

Husband and wife kissed each other lovingly for a brief moment. Ritsuka's fingers intertwined themselves with Morgan's for a brief moment as Artoria's hip finally went down, impaling herself on her master's length. The Faerie's cold tongue twirled around his, before she finally split. She couldn't nor would interfere in the love-making session between her one and only, and her sister. Her role was to observe, after all.

The green-eyed king let out a moan of delight when she both felt and saw the bulge appearing in her body. Ritsuka's manhood spread open her walls, entering the deepest parts of her body, and hitting the entrance to her womb. Morgan departed from her husband's mouth shortly after, taking some distance so Fujimaru could fuck her sister in any way he wanted.

"Ummmmngh~ Ritsuka... my darling~"

Feeling his tongue starting to lick her left armpit with such passion sent shivers down her spine. The man's hips went down, taking half his member out of the king's insides, before he plunged himself back in, Pendragon let out another scream. Even if her nipples weren't being attended to, her milk started to come out inevitably.

Oh, what a shameful, embarrassing view she must be right now.

The once proud ruler of Camelot, the ideal king at that, turned into nothing but a woman in love who's only desire was to remain by the side of the man she loved the most. The only man she had ever loved, that is. Artoria's eyes went upwards when his hands grabbed her legs, spreading them so he could reach even deeper.

PLAF PLAF PLAF PLAF PLAF~

All while his tongue licked that golden place she carefully grew for him and him alone. His nose moved so wildly it seemed like a dog, yet it made Artoria smile in bliss, closing her eyelids as well. Morgan's expression was incomprehensible, thanks to her stoicism, yet she didn't stop using her Faerie eyes the entire time, she was taking a good luck not only at her husband fucking her stupid baby sister the way he fucked her, but also at their emotions.

The connection, the mana flowing from him into hers, the bond.

Master's tongue went up, coursing through the valley of golden hair, enjoying the smell and taste of her sweat. She felt her darling's cock twitching inside of her while his balls hit her butt again, his fingers closed themselves on her thighs even harder. Now, instead of penetrating her, he started to move his hips from left to right.

"Ahh!~ ahhhh!~ Darling... darling... Ritsuka... ! hmngh~"

Even her moans were turning him on. Even in such position, she tried to satisfy him even more, she wanted him to stain her. To dirty her and corrupt her. What kind of women did he liked? she and many others wondered the same. His lips grabbed part of the hair and then pulled, making her scream in a mix of pleasure, and a little bit of pain.

He stopped moving himself entirely, allowing her lungs to grasp for air, before he resumed his penetration, now even slower yet still reaching in so deeply. Artoria expected her lover to reach her womb, but he didn't. He stopped himself right underneath, before he pulled out and in once again.

Her expression of love changed into one of desperation.

"P-please... d-darling... don't tease me like that!"

Begged the king of Camelot, but even if that's what she wanted, she knew he wouldn't obey her. Ritsuka smiled slightly before he kept licking and devouring her armpit, now moving his hip in gentle, small thrusts that didn't reached deeply into Artoria's womb yet were enough to keep pleasuring her.

But not completely.

He was messing with her, toying with her. The blonde let out a long whine at this, how could her beloved hubby be so cruel?, Lancer opened her eyes as she looked straight into Morgan's blue gaze, who had a elegant yet sadistic expression on her face. This wasn't how Ritsuka fucked her of course, she was his Queen, his ruler. She may spoil him, but she would never allow him to bully her in such way.

That's the difference between them. Ritsuka couldn't dominate Morgan, she just allowed him to do with her as he pleased, but she didn't submit to him, not like how Artoria was doing right now.

"R-Ritsuka... ! P-please!"

She begged, as Fujimaru's hips kept going in and out slowly, yet there was so much of him outside of her pussy. Her womb ached, the rest of her insides burned in desperation. Master forty-eight stopped his movements entirely, which somehow made it even worse for her. He looked up to his "sister-in-law" with a small smile, an innocent one, a kind one... yet one that was driving her insane.

"Please what, Artoria?... I'm doing what you asked, we're making love the way I would make love to my Wife... if she let me, that is."

He was torturing her. The King of Knights let out another scream, trying to move herself this time, but Fujimaru pulled away. Seeing and feeling how his member was being taken away from her body made her lose her sanity, no, no, she couldn't allow him, she couldn't allow this. Lancer shook her head from left to right, turning her gaze to his head.

If he wanted her to beg for his love, then she would. She would indeed, she would, she would.

"P-PLEASE! PLEASE FUCK ME! W-what do you want?! I'll give you anything, master! my love! my darling, my Ritsuka! just- just don't leave me!"

She swore, and Morgan licked her lips slowly at the sight of her sister being "on her knees" metaphorically all so she could keep fucking her beloved, perfect husband. Unbeknownst to them, Mordred had already woken up, opening her eyelids slightly at the sound of her Father being drowned in such despair.

The human took advantage of it, he wanted for her to say it. To say that she loved and wanted him, no more no less.

"Beg me, Artoria... tell me how much do you want me and what do you-"

"PLEASE FUCK THE SHIT OUT OF ME, MASTER! I WANT YOUR NASTY, REVOLTING, STINKY AND STICKY JELLY-THICK SEMEN IN THE DEEPEST PARTS OF MY WO-OOOHHHHHHHHHHHH~"

It surprisingly worked even better than he was expecting, so he gave her what she wanted. Ritsuka Fujimaru thrusted his hips, his entire member going back into Artoria Pendragon's pussy in just one go, touching the entrance to her sacred womb as the bulge appeared on her belly once again. Her heart-shaped pupils seemed to beat when he did pulled out again, only to shove himself back in.

This super perverted king of knights, his slutty of a Santa Lancer that wore that depraved Bunny-like swimsuit back in Las Vegas... he was gonna fuck the shit out of her.

PLAF PLAF PLAF PLAF PLAF PLAF~

Artoria's voice changed completely, unable to even speak comprehensively anymore, just like Mordred did. Like father, like son, after all... Ritsuka's command seals shone brightly as the Patriarch of the Pendragon household was being treated like a cheap whore, how could she be so stupid, how could she be so blind?

As Ritsuka's tongue kept enjoying the feast in her armpit, she realized the more his cock clashed, hit and raped her womb endlessly, that he loved sluts.

Pervert sluts, loving sluts, caring sluts, sex-addicted sluts, lovey-dovey whores he could treat as cumdumpsters yet who's loyalty was unmatched.

"OHHHH~ OHHHHHHH! DARLING! DARLING! FUCK ME HARDER! HARDER! RITSUKAAAHHHHH!~"

All the pride she could've had in her lifetime shattered and rebuilt itself into undying love for that man. That man who struggled and suffered so much, that man who had lost everything, his life, his family, his peace, his world, yet still kept going, determined to take back everything destiny took from him yet never losing that kindness and sweetness in his gaze.

That man who was fucking her brains out.

CHOMP~

When she felt his teeth biting her shoulder she let out another scream. Ritsuka's hips stuck to hers once again before he pulled out his entire cock, quickly rubbing it on Artoria's hairy folds and her clit, and then he shoved it back in fully in one go, resuming his movements. His mouth started to leave a trail of hickeys on her skin, marking her as his whore, his love, his and his alone.

Was... was this how he fucked Mashu? how he fucked Nero and any others who didn't dominate him like Scathach and Morgan?

Her breasts were moving just as wildly as the lower part of his body. Artoria kept screaming even harder at the top of her lungs, her Santa hat almost fell from her head if it wasn't because Morgan put it back in it's place with her magic, she couldn't fight back, she couldn't hold it in anymore, she wanted to cum, she wanted to cum so badly.

Semen, his semen, his seed, his revolting, nasty seed, she wanted him to stain her so badly, it seemed her spirit origin would crumble if it wasn't satisfied.

"CUM INSIDE ME! PLEASE! PLEASE! PLEASEPLEASEPLEASEPLEASE PLEAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH~"

SPLUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUURT~

SQUISHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH~

He granted her wish en masse once he penetrated her one last time, while his teeth stuck themselves to her neck. The peasant closed his eyes as Artoria screamed so loudly her voice seemed to reach the heavens, but her soul did so instead. Her mouth contorted into a smile upon feeling how much he was cumming.

So long... it had been so long since his semen invaded her womb, yet she made him cum so much.

One minute, two minutes... three, four... he kept cumming for five minutes. When he was finally done, his cock was limp. Ritsuka pulled out of the King of Knight's insides, his sperm starting to leak out instantly. Artoria's body fell at one side of the bed, completely out of commission, just like him, but he knew this wasn't the end yet.

There was still the final boss.

"Husband. Drink."

She spoke, quickly resting his head on her thighs in a gentle lap pillow. Fujimaru closed his eyes as he felt the delicious elixir going down his throat, the peach-flavored milk of his wife mixed up with the Golden apple juice was something he couldn't never get bored of. Morgan's fingers gently caressed her one and only's hair as she saw and hear him gulp down her potion. Her face had changed into one of stoicism, like usual, despite her caring behavior.

After he finished, a long sigh escaped his lips, his erection returned, and his desire for sleep faded away. Le Fae's face found his own soon enough, their lips melted into a sweet, loving kiss just as she positioned her body above his own, making sure his cock ended up right between her ass-cheeks for a little bit.

"Hmmm~"

Of course he stood no chance from the very beginning. Berserker's hands grabbed his head as her tongue twirled around his own, the raven-haired human felt shivers going down his spine while his significant other twerked slightly, crushing his manhood between her cold, freezing, soft and sweaty flesh.

He could feel it, his mana was being stripped away from him the more Morgan's tongue pushed his own back into his throat, not allowing him any chance of counterattacking, yet even so... he caressed his Santa's back. The High Queen separated their mouths by a couple of centimeters, just so she could lick his tongue outside of it.

His saliva was so exquisite, she could never get enough of it.

"Get ready my beloved husband; I'll make sure you remember who you belong to. "

She muttered, her face having a red tint, despite her gaze being one full of love. Master forty-eight nodded, no matter where he looked, all he could see was Morgan. Morgan, Morgan, his wife, the woman he married, the woman that defeated him, the woman that stole his heart, the woman that stole his harem from him, the woman who conquered Chaldea from the inside.

The woman who loved him to death.

Her hips went up slowly. Despite her pussy being completely soaked and desperate for him to be inside of her already, she would punish him for having left her as the last. Ritsuka moaned when the sensation of her ass-cheeks crushing and rubbing themselves on his cock as it slowly got out. When it finally did, the next thing he felt, was her folds being just above his tip.

Finally, she went down. Two became one as the physical connection was established, his manhood going inside the faerie's sacred body, as her right arm went behind his neck, pulling his head towards her own for another kiss. The blue-eyed man could barely hold back his joy, his warmness contrasted perfectly with Le Fae's cold insides.

It was then that he noticed it... she was tighter than usual.

Most likely because of the lack of sex. Her body also craved him, how lovely.

"H-hmmm~... hush... bnd... ~"

She muttered, licking his tongue once again while her head pushed his own against the pillow. Her lover's eyelids opened up slightly, meeting her joyful, heart-shaped pupils. Unable to contain his desires, he started to caress her ass-cheeks, good. She would allow him to worship his Queen like a good subject.

Her walls tightened around his cock as she went up, making him moan alongside her.

F-fuck... she's going to kill me... !

There was no mercy to be found here. Neither Mordred nor Artoria would save him from his lover's cold embrace. The Faerie of paradise lowered her hips once more, this time even faster, before she rubbed them from left to right, dragging his shaft with her, she was going clockwise. Once, twice, thrice, and then she stopped to resume her movements.

Plaf~ plaf~ plaf~ plaf~

Every time she went down, her fat, royal ass clapped, sounding alongside their hips. Berserker's mouth departed from her summoner, having a slight smile, his breathing was heavy. Oh, what a joy. Seeing her better half completely engulfed by her insides, by the pleasure she could offer, unable to do anything... it was one of her greatest pleasures.

Ritsuka moaned in such a cute, adorable way, his expression of despair as the sweat fell from his skin, his lungs grasping for air.

"Good, my husband. Struggle more. Offer me your cute, adorable expressions as I drain your mana."

"Mor... gan!"

He screamed back, and she laughed. Her right hand went towards his face, starting to gently caress it while her hips increased their speed. The Magus closed his mouth, trying to hold his voice down, but he couldn't. Another scream escaped him when he felt her; she tightened up her insides at will, of course she did. She had already stated there would never be a rebellion in her Britain, nor from him neither any of the other harem members.

If she wanted to hear him moan, she would.

"A-ahhhh! Aghhhh! M-Morgan! MORGAN!"

If she was her Proper human history self, she would've laughed at the sight. But they weren't anything alike, sharing only name, memories and physical appearance, their souls were entirely different. The Lostbelt Queen upon seeing her love scream and call for her with such despair stopped her movements, allowing him to rest for a little bit, their foreheads clashed. The massive bulge in her belly, his cock, poking and rubbing itself against the entrance to her womb, made her feel ticklish.

He panted, yet her cold, caring fingers caressed his chin. Her thumbs pressed themselves against his cheeks, caressing them.

"Shhh... shhh... there there, my husband, there there... feel me... adore me... worship me... offer yourself to me... "

All he could do was nod as tears fell down his eyes. But they weren't of fear, but rather love. The Wife gently rubbed her nose against his, in a sweet and loving eskimo kiss that transformed itself into a French one, resuming her riding shortly after. Perhaps the remnants of the naive faerie that she once was, "Tonelico", still lingered in the cruel, cold tempest her soul was.

Perhaps those remnants were the reason as to why she was able to fall in love with him in the first place, and why she knew just how fragile he truly was, and why she felt the urge to protect him from everything and anything.

Morgan and Ritsuka kissed each other passionately, while his voice now came in form of muffled moans. Her weight and her strength combined with the size of her butt were proving to be a deathly combination in bed right now, while his cock finally started to throb. The albino closed her eyes, now wanting to feel him emotionally as he grew closer and closer to his end, she would reach hers soon enough as well.

Sluuurp~ sluuurp~

The battle dance between their tongues continued as the Queen kept riding her consort. Le Fae made sure Fujimaru had no window nor any opportunity of counterattacking. He could do nothing but caress and kiss her back as she kept sucking him dry. Until it finally happened. Her hip fell on his one last time as their lips merged into one, the tip of his member poked inside her womb.

"H-hmmm~"

And his arms embraced her, his winter, his wife, his other half, as her hands did the same with his head. The warm feeling of the manly seed invading the deepest parts of her body, yet she took it all. Her royal insides welcomed his peasant seed as her hands caressed that beautiful hair of his, moving her blue lips while the strings of saliva fell from his chin.

What a waste, she thought.

Finally, the kiss broke. Ritsuka, clearly exhausted, looked at his wife, now slowly turning around so he could be above her and rest on her cleavage. The valley exclusive for his head, where he had fallen asleep many times. The Winter Faerie softly wiped away the leftover tears from his eyes, before giving him another kiss, this time on his forehead.

"Have you enjoyed my Christmas gift, beloved husband?"

She asked, holding his chin with the thumb and index finger of her left hand, while the right one had it's way with his hair and nape. A blush appeared on the master's face as he nodded, Mordred and Artoria silently crawled towards the married couple, the younger sister on the right, the child of them on their left.

Of course, of course he did.

It felt as if their emotional connection deepened, and it made them both happy. Perhaps this foursome had been for the best, because he couldn't feel any hostility from Berserker towards Lancer. Maybe one day they could indeed laugh and enjoy their time in Chaldea as sisters, even if it was just wishful thinking.

Morgan, however, had one final trick up her sleeve.

"Good... now it's time to start the final phase."

Clap clap~

Two small gentle claps just as the final master of humanity rose his eyebrow, not understanding at first. What he didn't expected however was to see the door to their headquarters opening up; from the hallway, the head of Artoria Pendragon Santa Alter appeared, wearing nothing but her cape and her dark-blue hat.

"S-Santa Artoria?"

Rider had a smirk on her face, her lips being covered by a black lipstick she applied to herself some hours ago. Oh, how much she had missed her beloved reindeer. Even if seeing in the arms of her sister, Mordred and one of her multiple counterparts was a real pain in the ass, in the grand scheme of things it wasn't anything worth caring about.

"Greetings, my dear reindeer."

"TONAKAI-SAN! MERRY CHRISTMAS!"

Morgan's arms squeezed his body tightly when the voice of Jeanne Alter Santa Lily came next, the little Lancer jumped into action, she had discarded her headgear while still having the white cape, her black tights, her bra had also been left behind, allowing for him to take a good look at her breasts.

He already realized what was happening by the time Altera followed shortly after, her having walked in barefooted, with only her white gloves covering her hands.

"Ho-ho-hoh~ Santa the third is here as well, Fluffy Master"

Spoke the dark-skinned archer, although with a red tint on her face. Even if their one and only would've liked to talk, the unmistakable "Olé" shut him up. Altera, Lily and Artoria turned around as the Aztec goddess entered in dancing to her heart content. Mordred's face changed into one of surprise to one of embarrassment, this was supposed to be "sexy" yet here came in that stupid, airheaded ruler ruining the entire mood... or so it seemed.

The way her breasts moved from left to right as she carefully jumped and landed right next to Altera seemed to have turned on their master.

"Hola, my beloved master!~ Santa has missed you, mucho mucho!"

The last one who entered was Florence Nightingale, who only wore both her red coat, although it was open, barely showing part of her breasts and her genitalia, there was not a single trace of any other clothing piece. The nurse gently coughed into her fist, before looking up at her favorite, most cherished patient.

"Considering the amount of energy you'll spent tonight... and the lack of sanitary conditions the room will be left in, I decided to join in and gift you a free-of-charge treatment tonight as a gift, Master."

All the female Santas from the previous years were there, just as the door finally closed down. Ritsuka turned around to face is wife, who looked back at him. Unable to see anything except their eyes as their footsteps grew closer and closer to the bed, the master felt a shiver down his spine. It would be him, just one man...

Against nine women.

Morgan's hands gently caressed his face one last time, while the blizzard of Faerie Britain slowly started to consume him once again.

"My dear and beloved husband... do not fear, nor fret. As my consort, and the person I love the most, you deserve the best, and only the best. The best tits, the best asses, the most fertile wombs, the tightest wombs, the best bed, the sluttiest women across all ages... and the best love anyone could ever give to you..."

The Queen of Faerie Britain got closer to Ritsuka one last time, preparing herself to give him another kiss as Artoria Lancer and Mordred guided the Santa squad into bed, so they could begin. Fujimaru looked straight into the blue gaze of his lover, as her pupils seemed to drag him into a endless winter, one colder than the Artic, yet as loving as the sun during a summer afternoon.

"I will always give you all that, and more... for I am your wife."

And then their lips clashed, once again.

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-[Epilogue: To the future and further beyond]-

December 26th

Just like always, Chaldea was filled with cheers, joy, and of course... heroics spirits going from point A to point B. Sion Eltnam Sokaris drank a little bit from her mug, filled with hot chocolate as her, Da Vinci, Holmes and Goredolf looked straight into the screen in front of them; on it, a diagram about what they were planning for the New years party.

The blonde man nodded with a smile on his face, pleased with the work of his subordinates, before he gently pat the purple-haired woman's head, making her flush and feel slightly embarrassed.

"Good, good! Technical advisor, Administrative advisor, I think everything is set for us to have a WONDERFUL New Year party here at the wandering sea! maybe even the servants will be joyful as well, don't you think?"

Musik asked, turning around to face Sherlock, who grabbed his chin, caressing it slightly before he gave his pipe a long drag, the smoke escaped Ruler's lip while Da Vinci winked, proud of the party they had come up with. Yeah, Beni didn't allowed them to visit the Enma-tei this year, but that didn't meant they couldn't do something wonderful and beautiful for all of their friends and family in here.

"I think it's adequate indeed."

Rider, however, gave Ruler a smal pat on his back.

"Aw, come on Administrative advisor. Be Happy! perhaps Moriarty won't try anything bad this time... let's hope at least. If it isn't him, it will be BB."

That quickly sent shivers down Muniere's spine. Gosh, no. The last thing they needed was to deal with any of the AI's stupid schemes trying to bully and mess Ritsuka and the rest of Chaldea, again. He and Robin hood had more than enough with what she already did back in Luluhawa in 2018, god save them all.

Now that he thought about it...

"Say, has someone seen Ritsuka?"

Asked the human, fixing his glasses. Sion's index finger pressed itself, entering the security system. Nemo and the rest of the Series were still checking the Storm Boarder, each servant was following their own instructions, putting decorations everywhere. Nobunaga was causing mischief as her and Mysterious Heroine X tried to sell entrances to her "new year atsumori" concert alongside Chacha and Nobukatsu.

Then they saw him, in the Simulation room, running.

Fujimaru was wearing nothing but a black t-shirt and grey shorts, the climate having been adjusted into a beach, while Mashu, Leonidas and Spartacus ran alongside him. The black-haired master panted while sweat kept falling from every part of his body, trying to keep up with the speed of his girlfriend and friends.

"BWAHAHAHAHAHA! COME ON MASTER! REBEL AGAINST YOUR BODY! KEEP GOING! BREAK THE LIMITS OF OPRESSION!"

Screamed the gladiator, before hitting his pectorals with both of his hits. Of course he would be tired, he had two dumbbells on his ankles, yet he kept running. Leonidas screamed into the sky while raising his spear, motivated by his classic, Spartan-like determination. The pinkette however, did her best to remain at her lover's side.

"K-keep going Senpai! I have a bottle of golden apple juice and water if you're too tired!"

Screamed Kyrielight, before gently giving his right shoulder a squeeze. Rurika's younger brother nodded twice, he still could go on. His head however, turned to the side. Resting in a set of four Sun Loungers, the Faerie knights and his Wife waved back at him, Mélusine however had a face of pure desire.

Of course, as a dragon, she could smell perfectly his sweat, and it had already turned her on.

"Keep going, My husband. Your queen is pleased with your devotion."

Gently spoke the winter queen, while she applied some of her magic towards her, Barghest, Mélusine and of course, her beloved Baobhan Sith. The vampire lady applied some sunscreen to her skin, having a couple of shades covering her eyes. This small opportunity to enjoy the sun with her mother, her friends and that Small fry was something she couldn't waste after all.

"Go, go Master! do your best!"

Screamed the lord of Manchester, raising her fist into the sky. Tam Lin Lancelot threw him a kiss as her dragon tail waved from left to right. Fujimaru Ritsuka nodded at the women from Faerie Britain, as his shape slowly lost itself into the horizon, knowing they would see him again in a short while.

This was the perfect opportunity for Morgan to think of what type of Kimono she could wear for New Year, and what type of dessert he would like to eat.

A sigh escaped the High Queen's lips as she rested her head against the chair, closing her eyelids.

Chaldea and her life with Ritsuka... were truly the best.

The end.