Three prompts this time, the last prompt has Spoilers for Ordeal Call II: Id, so reader beware.
Prompt: When stuck in a time loop as Shirou Emiya in Hollow Ataraxia, Angra Mainyu decided to have a little fun with the situation and use the looping time to take advantage of the opportunity to fuck all of the woman attracted to Shirou that Shirou was too stupid to take advantage of. Repeatedly using the lack of consequence to his advantage. He starts with Rin Tohsaka.
Tags: Rin Tohsaka/Angra Mainyu, Rin Tohsaka/Shirou Emiya (Sort-of), Dubcon, virgin, could be read as NTR, Blowjob, Anal, Sex, Sort of snuff? It's a time loop.
Angra Mainyu, the weakest avenger, was now trapped in the unassuming body of Shirou Emiya, He felt the weight of his newfound existence with every step. He was an interloper in this world, a mockery of a heroic spirit. Bound by the whims of fate, a master of pain in a realm of heroes and gods- he alone was a demon. His thoughts swirled like a tempest as he recalled the endless cycles of this war. All of those times being ripped apart by his own demons. The cold yet warm glare of the silver haired nun. But with every loop came new opportunities, and he had remembered the rare pleasure of some of the sins forced onto his back.
As he approached the Tohsaka mansion, the air grew thick with anticipation. The grandiose structure loomed over him, a silent sentinel to the secrets and desires that lay within. Rin Tohsaka, the dark-haired beauty who had captured the hearts of nearly every male in their school, was his prize for this cycle. Her perfect body and cute demeanor pushed him towards her, and he knew that in a short time, she would be his. She would be the first to fall, but not the last. He would take her sister next, and every other woman in the city after that, he had an eternity for it after all, and nobody would deny him his freedom.
The gates to the mansion stood open, an invitation to the shadows that lurked beyond. To one particular shadow. Him. With a smirk that never reached his eyes, Angra Mainyu, masquerading as Shirou, climbed the steps to the ornate doors of her mansion and loudly pounded his knuckles against the door frame, without any real care for his victim inside and what she might be doing.
Inside, Rin Tohsaka sat in her workshop. A ruby held in her lap as she channeled some of mana into it. Sweat matted on her forehead as she gently poured prana into it. A loud bang sounded repeatedly. Rin's eyes shot open in surprise and the ruby she had been holding exploded at the lapse in focus. She cursed and went to the main door to see what jerk ruined her project. She was going to use whoever did as a guinea pig!
When she opened the door, she was greeted by the sight of Shirou standing in the hallway, his eyes gleaming with something she had never seen before and could not identify. "Emiya?" she questioned. What are you doing here? It better be important after you ruined my latest experiment!"
Angra Mainyu felt a wry grin pull at his lips. He knew that she had feelings for the man he now wore the body of, and he would use that to his advantage. "Rin," he said, his voice strangely… off to Rin's ears. "I need to talk to you about something important."
Rin narrowed her eyes at him. "What is it?" she snapped at the odd behavior. "It better be important!"
He stepped closer, his eyes never leaving hers. "It's about us," he whispered, his hand reaching out to trace the curve of her cheek. "We've been dancing around each other for too long. I can't take it anymore."
Her heart hammered in her chest as she took a step back, her eyes searching his desperately, her mind a flurry of emotions. "What are you talking about, you idiot? We're just friends! I don't like you that way at all! Now get out!" she demanded, trying to flush all of her bad thoughts down as her face went as red as her sweater.
He stepped into the foyer, his hand reaching behind her to close the door with a soft click. "You know what I mean," he said, his voice colder than usual. "You've wanted this as much as I have."
Rin's cheeks flushed an even deeper deep shade of red as he restated his intentions. "That's not true!" she protested, her voice betraying her.
"Don't lie to yourself, Rin," he said, his hand sliding down to her neck, his thumb caressing her vein and the sound of her quickly accelerating pulse loud in both of their ears. "I've seen the way you look at me. And I love you too."
Rin's eyes widened in shock. It was true, she had felt something for Shirou on some level, but she had always pushed it away, thinking it was just a fleeting infatuation, it wouldn't work between them anyways so there wasn't a point in considering it. But the way he was acting, the hunger he looked at her with, so raw and primal, it made her feel...hot. Her body responded against her will, her nipples hardening and her breath coming in shallow gasps.
"But we can't," she whispered, trying to regain her composure. "We're... we're just friends. Nothing more. Stop being stupid, leave, and I'll forget you ever said something so dumb. You can't just say things like that out of nowhere you jerk!"
"We're more than that," he murmured, stepping closer so that their bodies were almost touching. "Much more."
Without waiting for a response, he spun her around and pressed her against the door, his body trapping hers as her desire built up. His lips descended upon hers, and she felt his tongue push its way into her mouth, claiming her as his own. He didn't wait for her consent, he just took what he wanted and used it fully. She struggled for a moment, but the passion in his kiss was overwhelming, and she found herself kissing him back, her hands tangling in his hair desperately.
He pulled away, panting, and Rin's eyes snapped open, realizing what was happening. Shirou wore a slight smirk on his usually kind face. "No," she said, pushing against his chest. "This isn't right."
"This is what you want," he whispered, his hand sliding down to cup her breast. "You know it."
The touch was electric, sending a bolt of pleasure through her body that made her knees weak. But she had to resist. "Get out," she ordered, her voice trembling as she tried to force herself to stay calm and cool down the fire smoldering within her core. "Get out of my house and out of my life!."
"But you want this as much as I do," Shirou pointed out without moving a centimeter.
"At least take me on a date first! You're making me think you only want me for my body!" She blurted out and then slapped her palm over her mouth when she realized what she had just said.
"Why would I do that? We already have gotten to know each other, and I know I love you as you love me. I can cook you dinner later, but right now, we should be celebrating the new step in our relationship."
Rin's thoughts swirled in a tornado of confusion and lust. She couldn't deny that the way Shirou was touching her, the way he kissed her, felt incredible. It was like all the pent-up desire she had for him had been condensed into one irresistible force. She felt like she was melting under his touch, and yet she knew something was off. This wasn't the Shirou she knew, but she couldn't put her finger on what was different. Maybe Taiga had said something stupid again to make him think this was okay. She couldn't make sense of his strange behavior and the growing heat between her legs didn't help.
"But we're not together," she protested weakly, trying to cling to the last shreds of her resolve.
"We are now," he said, his hand sliding down to her waist. "You know it's true."
He leaned in for another kiss, and she couldn't help but respond. Her body was screaming for more, and her mind was too foggy to protest. She felt his hand move down to the hem of her skirt, and she knew she should stop him, but the warmth spreading through her made it difficult to think straight.
With a sudden burst of strength, she pushed him away. "Not like this," she said, her voice firm. "If we're going to do this, it has to be right."
His smile grew wicked. "I'll make it right," he promised, and before she could protest further, he had shoved her against the wall again. His hand slid under her skirt before she had time to process even the slight stinging on her back at his rough treatment.
"Shirou, stop!" she gasped, but he ignored her, his hand moving higher and higher until it reached the soft, wet heat between her legs.
"You're so wet for me," he murmured, his thumb circling her clit through her panties. "You want this as much as I do."
Rin moaned, unable to form coherent words in the swirl of unfamiliar sensations. Her body was on fire, begging for release, but she knew that this wasn't the way she wanted it to happen. She struggled against him, trying to break free from his grasp.
"No, not like this," she managed to choke out.
But Angra Mainyu was relentless. He could feel the power of her desire, the sweetness of her sin, and it only made him want her more. He had only experienced this pleasure second hand previously, and it was even more intoxicating than he had imagined. He pushed her skirt up above her waist, exposing her plain red panties. His other hand ripped her shirt up over her neck and threw it to the ground immediately. He tightly gripped her ass with one hand as he stared at her chest, exposed in its black bra that did not at all match her choice of undergarment.
"You're mine, Rin," he growled, his teeth grazing her neck. "Mine to take, mine to claim. Mine to fuck ."
The room spun around her as his fingers worked their way into her panties, teasing her slick folds. It was the first time she had anything but her own smaller fingers in there. Rin's body betrayed her, arching into his touch. "No, no, no," she murmured, but it was too late. Her legs gave out as she orgasmed on his hand, lost in a sea of pleasure. Her eyes rolled back in her head as she moaned. Shirou's arms wrapped around her back.
He lifted her easily, carrying her to the bed. He tossed her on the bed and leapt on top of her, tearing off her bra.. She watched with a mix of longing and apprehension as he stripped away his own clothes, revealing the toned, muscular body of the boy she had dreamed of for the last year. Naturally her eyes drifted down and her breath caught in her throat. He was huge. That wouldn't fit inside of her.
Rin swallowed nervously, her eyes scanning the room.
He stuck his long and very hard cock in her face. "Suck." He demanded.
Rin's eyes widened in shock and she sputtered. "What? No!" she protested, slapping his cock away. It bounced back from her blow and gently brushed her cheek.
Shirou let out a light moan and then smirked, the usual kindness in Shirou's eyes replaced by something darker, something primal. "You want it," he said, his voice low and commanding. "Don't lie to me."
Her cheeks burned with a mix of anger and embarrassment, but she couldn't deny the heat that was building between her legs. She had never thought Shirou would act like this, and it was making her feel oddly warm. She looked up at him, his gold eyes boring into hers, and she felt a strange thrill. Maybe this was what she needed, what she had been missing. She opened her mouth tentatively and took him in, feeling the heat and the hardness of him.
His cock was like nothing she had ever felt before. It was thick and long, filling her mouth completely. She gagged a bit at first, but he was gentle, guiding her head with his hand, showing her the rhythm that he liked. She could taste the precum leaking from the tip, and it only made her want more. Her own body responded, her pussy growing wetter and wetter as she sucked him off.
She pulled away and looked up into his eyes. "Is that good?" She asked nervously.
Shirou chuckled coldly, snapping her from reverie. "You are terrible at this Tohsaka. I guess you can't be perfect at everything after all. I'll have to do it myself for your first time." Without warning he grabbed her twintails in his fists and slammed her mouth down on his cock.
Rin choked and gagged as he held her there, the tip of his cock pressing against the back of her throat. He said something to her, but she couldn't focus on the derogatory words leaving the lips of Shirou. Rin's eyes watered and she could feel the panic rising in her chest, but she couldn't fight back. Something about his dominance was intoxicating, and she found herself wanting to please him despite her better judgment. He began to thrust, moving her head up and down with his hips, the sound of her gagging muffled by his length.
He was brutal, using her mouth like it was made for his pleasure alone. Her jaw ached and her throat burned with every thrust, but she couldn't bring herself to push him away. His eyes never left hers, watching her with a mix of pleasure and amusement as she struggled to take him all in. Rin's vision swam and she felt like she was going to pass out, but she didn't dare stop.
She heaved desperately for air. Shirou watched her with detached amusement, his gold eyes gleaming with a sadistic pleasure that was alien to his usual attitude. Something was very different about her boyfriend now. "Good girl," he murmured, leaning over and stroking her strained cheek with his thumb. "But we're not done yet." He grabbed her pigtails again and pushed her head back down without much warning, his cock sliding back into her mouth with ease.
The feeling of suffocation hurt less this time, instead it caused her to feel warm inside. Rin's hands clawed at her bedspread, her nails digging into the fabric and tearing holes in her expensive sheets as he began to slam his cock down her throat without a hint of mercy. Gluck! Gluck! Gluck! The sounds of her gagging echoed around her bedroom. Her throat was raw, her eyes watering, but she took it all, driven by a desperate need she couldn't understand to satisfy her new boyfriend.
Her vision blurred with each thrust, stars dancing before her eyes as she gagged and choked. The room grew hazy, the edges of her consciousness fading into a dark abyss that threatened to swallow her whole. Yet she continued to suck, driven by the strange mix of fear and arousal that coiled in her stomach.
Finally, with a grunt of pleasure, he pulled out of her mouth, his cock slick with her saliva. Rin gasped for air, her chest heaving. Sne tried to turn away from his golden stare, but he wouldn't let her, his grip on her hair too tight. He stroked her cheek one last time before releasing her hair. "Look at me," he ordered.
Her eyes snapped to his, and she watched as he stroked himself, his pre-cum dripping from the tip. Without a word, he painted her face with his cum, a hot, sticky mess that coated her cheeks, her nose, and her forehead. It was humiliating, and yet, she felt a strange thrill, a dark, twisted part of her that revealed in the degradation. She licked her lips, tasting the saltiness of his release, and felt a warmth spread through her that had nothing to do with embarrassment. Why had she done that? Why had she hated the taste but also not?
Rin blinked, her body trembling as she took in the sight of herself through her mirror, covered in Shirou's essence. It was gross, she knew it was, but there was something undeniably- VERY DENIABLY pleasurable about it. The way he looked at her, so possessive and hungry, made her feel like she was the only thing that mattered in the world. And even though he had just climaxed, she could see he was still hard, his cock standing at attention, demanding more.
"You like that, don't you?" he said, his voice a low growl. "You like being used like an old toy."
Her breath hitched in her throat. "N-no," she protested, but her voice was weak, her body unconvinced by her words.
"Your body says otherwise," he said, leaning in to sensually lick a drop of sweat from her neck. "You're so wet for me." His hand stroked at her clit once again, teasing the sensitive bud.
Rin's eyes went wide as he bent down, his mouth finding her pussy. He licked away her juices, tasting her desire, and she couldn't help but moan. His tongue was skilled, and she found herself arching into his touch, her hips bucking up against his face. He chuckled, his breath hot against her folds, and she knew she was lost.
"Please," she whispered, her voice barely above a whimper.
He didn't respond with words, instead, he rose to his feet and positioned his cock at her entrance. She barely had time to note his change in position, before he pushed in without warning. He was not gentle or slow in consideration of it being her first time. Rin screamed, her body tightening around him as he tore her hymen and kept going until he filled her completely. It hurt, more than she had ever imagined, but the pain was quickly overridden by a pleasure so intense it bordered on agony. She felt herself stretch around him, her walls clenching as he began to move, each stroke sending waves of ecstasy crashing through her body.
While both Shirou Emiya and Angra Mainyu may be as much of virgins as Rin Tohsaka, that was only true on a technical level. Angra Mainyu had carried the sins of an entire village onto himself- for all intents and purposes, every sin committed in that village was his own. While Angra Mainyu had never had sex, there were dozens of villagers who had raped girls and even guys of all ages, and as far as the world was concerned, Angra Mainyu himself had raped them when he paid the price of said sin. He was both a virgin and had multiple lifetimes of experience in primal sex with girls who did not reciprocate. He knew how to bring them pleasure on a practical level and how to make their bodies fight against their mind and submit. He knew how to break them completely.
"You're so tight," he groaned, his eyes never leaving hers. "Your body is so perfect. You are mine. My whore." Rin wanted to protest, but couldn't as sensation overwhelmed her mind.
He moved faster, his hips slamming into hers as he claimed her virginity. Rin's nails dug into the bed, her eyes squeezed shut as she felt herself climbing closer and closer to the edge. She had never felt anything like this before, and she didn't know if she could handle it.
Her orgasm hit her like a freight train, making her entire body convulse as she screamed out his name. It was like nothing she had ever felt before, a white-hot burst of pleasure that seemed to go on forever. And through it all, she could feel him, still moving inside her, his cock hitting that perfect spot that made her see stars.
When she came down from the high, she found herself looking into his eyes again, the gold orbs staring back at her with something she had never seen before. It was like he was consuming her very soul with his hungry gaze, and she couldn't look away.
"Again," he whispered, his still hard dick resting inside her as she recovered from her orgasm. Rin found herself nodding, unable to resist the command in his voice and the pleasure she was feeling. He thrust into her harder than ever and she came on the spot. Her breasts bounced with the force of his movements and a loud slap rang out around the room as his hips crashed into her pelvis. The next thrust was somehow even harder. She was going to have bruises after this.
Shirou continued to pound into her pussy with long and hard strokes of his fat cock. He grabbed her legs and forced them up to her shoulders. This time, it was slower for Rin, even if Shirou was fucking her harder and faster than before, the tension slowly building in her body. Each thrust brought her closer and closer, until she was begging for another release.
And when it came, it was like the world had shattered around her. Her body spasmed, her muscles clenching around him as she came again, her moans filling the room. She didn't know how it was possible, but this orgasm seemed to be more intense than the last. She could barely think anymore, so great was the pleasure Shirou brought her.
Finally, with a roar that seemed to echo through the hallowed halls of the Tohsaka mansion, Shirou reached his peak, filling Rin with his hot seed. She felt it fill her up, a strange sense of satisfaction welling in her heart. It was like he was marking her, claiming her as his own. And she liked it.
As he pulled out, Rin's body felt empty, her legs shaking as she tried to sit up. She reached for him, her arms wrapping around his waist. "Hold me," she murmured, needing the warmth of his embrace. She wanted to know that this was real, and that Shirou cared for her, that he wasn't using her. She wanted to be reminded that this wasn't a mistake.
But Shirou had other plans than reassuring her doubts. He smirked down at her, his eyes gleaming with a hunger that hadn't been sated. "We're not done yet," he said, his voice a dark promise.
Rin's eyes widened as she felt his hand move to her ass. "What do you mean?" she gasped.
"You still have one more hole to claim," he whispered, his finger sliding between her cheeks.
Panic shot through her, but she was too tired to fight. "What are you talking about?" she whimpered.
He leaned in close, his breath hot in her ear. "Your ass, Rin. It's mine too."
Her eyes went wide with shock. "No," she said firmly. "I won't do that. Don't even joke about it."
His smile grew wicked. "But you will," he said, his voice like velvet. "You just don't know it yet."
With that, he rolled her over, her stomach pressing into the bed. She felt his cock, still hard and slick with their combined juices, pressing against her asshole. "Please, no," she whispered, but it was too late.
With one hand, he held her in place by her hip, using strength beyond that of a human. Reinforcement maybe? His other hand grabbed his hardened cock and aligned it with her hole. For a brief thrust, it was just the tip stretching her, and it wasn't comfortable, but it was not the worst thing ever. And then, with a brutal thrust he entered her. The pain was unlike anything she had ever felt before, a white-hot agony that made her scream. She had a pain tolerance as a virtue of having magic circuits, but this was different, and Rin couldn't help but cry out. "It hurts!" She wailed. "Take it out!"
But Shirou didn't stop. Instead, his expression tightened, and he whispered something under his breath. Rin felt a strange sensation, as if the pain was being drawn out of her body, siphoned away like water through a drain. She looked back at him in astonishment, her eyes watering with pain, but the agony was already fading. "What did you do?" she gasped in awe. She could feel his penis inside of her bowels, but the pain no longer accompanied it, now she felt only the sensation of fullness and tightness. It felt good?
"Avalon," he grunted sharply. It was the name of a powerful noble phantasm that she knew Shirou possessed. Could it somehow absorb the pain of someone else? Or heal her while so quickly she doesn't feel the pain at all when she's being plowed by its owner. It didn't seem likely, but to her scrambled mind it seemed plausible enough to accept and succumb to the pleasure. And as the agony subsided, she felt something else take its place. A strange, intense pleasure that made her body quiver and her toes curl.
Shirou began to move, slow and deliberate at first, his cock sliding in and out of her ass. She glanced over her shoulder and saw him biting his lip, his facial features pulled taut. The feeling was indescribable, a mix of pain and pleasure that washed over her in waves. Each stroke seemed to hit a spot inside her that she didn't know existed, sending sparks of sensation through her body. She found herself pushing back into him, her body betraying her as it begged for more.
Her pussy was throbbing, begging for attention, but Shirou was relentless. He focused solely on her ass, his strokes growing longer and harder with each passing moment. With the absence of all pain, the pleasure in Rin grew, until she was bucking against him, her moans filling the room. She had never felt so alive, so alive and yet so used. She preferred this to having him inside of her vagina.
With each thrust, Rin felt herself getting closer to the edge. Her body was a tightly wound spring, ready to snap at any moment. And when she finally did, it was unlike anything she had ever experienced before. Her orgasm was explosive, her asshole clenching around his cock as she screamed his name. Her juices stained the bed sheets. He grunted, his own release building, his hips moving faster and faster.
And then he was spilling into her, filling her with his hot seed. The feeling was strange, but she found she loved it. It was like he was claiming every part of her, leaving no part of her untouched by his desire. She collapsed onto the bed, her body limp and trembling. He pulled out of her gently, his cock still hard and slick with lust.
As they basked on the bed together in the aftermath, Rin came to a disturbing revelation. Why had Shirou behaved so differently? It clearly wasn't lust of false bravado as she had initially tried to rationalize. "You are not really Shirou, are you?" She asked already knowing the answer, but desperately hoping she was wrong. She couldn't bear to look at him even as she questioned his very identity.
"So you did figure it out?" "Shirou" questioned with a raised eyebrow as he groped her breast roughly without a care to her words.
Rin darted up from the bed on unsteady legs and glared at him as the still naked girl plucked an emerald off the shelf as a lifeline. She held it in front of her chest and glared at the imposter. "Who are you and why would you do that to me!?" She demanded.
Angra Mainyu chuckled and stumbled out of the bed himself. His legs were as unstable as her own. He walked up to the backpedaling Rin. "It doesn't matter who I am, as for why, I just wanted to fuck your delicious body. Next time, I'll have someone else. Maybe Sakura."
"You're right it doesn't matter who you are, not with words like that, but you're insane if you think I'll let ever you touch her!" Rin threw the emerald in her hand at him. "Hurrikan auslösen!" she screamed and the emerald exploded in a gust of sharp winds, all directed at the Avenger.
Angra Mainyu made no effort to dodge the sharp winds that cut through his flesh and bone. He had no defense against them as he was blown across the room and into a bookcase. He collapsed on the ground, bleeding from a giant gash in his chest.
"I'm sorry Shirou," Rin apologized to the man she truly cared for, "but even if you are in there somewhere, I can't risk Sakura again by trying to save you."
Angra Mainyu smirked despite the fact that he was dying. "It's cute that you think you can protect her. I'll just get her in a future loop, even when I die here. Maybe I'll even take the two of you together in a future loop. See you again, next time that is, Rin Tohsaka, that was fun. Can't wait to take your virginity all over again later. There is nothing so sweet as a slut's first time." He laughed at her in defiance of his impending demise.
Rin watched in complete and utter delirium as the man wearing Shirou's skin died after saying such unintelligible bullshit. She covered her breasts with her arms, suddenly ashamed of her own debauchedness. "What the fuck-".
The universe would never record what she said next as the moment his life expired, the world reset itself back to the beginning of the Angra Mainyu opened his eyes in the familiar bed of Shirou Emiya he grinned to himself, a sinister grin looking very out of character on the face of Shirou Emiya. Rin had been incredible but he was aching for a new experience. The question was, who would he take next?
Prompt: "My horse is kind of lewd, so watch out for him. He likes women." Dobrynya had warned Ibuki about her dragon's lewd tendencies, but she hadn't been prepared for just how aggressive the dragon could be in his advances towards a partner he doesn't care so much about. And how wonderful his draconic cock was. She finds herself all too eager to let the dragon sate his lusts on her body.
Tags: Ibuki-Douji/Burko (Dobrynya Nikitich's Dragon), bestiality, consensual, horse sized cock
Ibuki strolled through the vibrant, foreign landscape of the Tunguska Sanctuary, an animal paradise, her long teal hair fluttering in the breeze. The purple-skinned oni had a simple task for the evening: catch their dinner. Ritsuka had granted her the opportunity on account of her begging, a delightful change from the usual routine, and she was eager to prove her worth. Besides, it looked like so much fun when Dobrynya had done it. Her current summoning had transformed her in many ways from her life as a terror to Japan, yet the thrill of the hunt remained untouched by time.
Her steps led her to the banks of a crystalline river, where the water danced with the setting sun's light. Fish of all sizes and colors darted beneath the surface, unaware of the predator that approached. As she knelt by the river's edge, her tail swished with excitement.. Ibuki's eyes lit up as she spotted a particularly plump fish in the water, a smile tugging at her lips as she imagined how her Master would react to seeing her return with such a catch. With a swift motion, she plunged her hand into the water, aiming to snatch the slippery creature from its home.
Burko, the horse cursed to be a dragon, watched with mild amusement from his perch on the riverbank. His white scales gleamed against the lush greenery, and his blue eyes twinkled with mischief. He was all too aware of his own desires, and the sight of Ibuki's bare legs and slightly damp top had his cock stirring beneath his underbelly. He was a lewd creature, his thoughts often wandering to the fairer sex, especially when in the presence of his master- which he usually was. The way Dobrynya's corset pushed out her ample breasts, and the ribbon that drew attention to them. Her constant lack of pants that gave him plenty of thigh to feast his gaze on. He wanted her, but she didn't want him, and apparently didn't want him to have anyone. He loved her all the same and enjoyed her as just eye candy and his Master. But she wasn't here now, Ibuki was a decent replacement for his attention though.
As Ibuki withdrew her hand, empty of any fish, she heard a low chuckle from behind her. Startled, she whipped around to find Burko's snout mere inches from her face. His massive cock, scaled and thick, protruded underneath him, she caught a glimpse of it when she looked down for just a second.
She gasped and remembered what Dobrynya had told her when warning Mash of how lewd her horse could be. She smacked him on the snout with her fist, but didn't use that much force, just as Dobrynya had instructed. But the dragon was not so willing to be deterred by a woman he did not respect, his desire unyielding. He rubbed his snout into her breasts instead of backing away from Ibuki.
The oni goddess, caught off guard by the suddenness of his advances, stumbled backward into the river and fell onto her bottom with a splash. The cold water soaked through her pink sweater, causing her large D-cup breasts to press against the fabric, her nipples immediately poking through as she tried to catch her breath. The sight was too much for Burko to resist, and he took a step closer, his cock swelling even further.
Ibuki's eyes widened in surprise and a bit of arousal as she took in the full view of his member. It was unlike anything she had ever seen before, and despite her experience, she couldn't help but feel a thrill of excitement. The dragon's cock was massive, at least two feet long and thick, with a girth that far surpassed all of her previous partners. Her loins burned in excitement.
The dragon looked down at her, his expression showing nothing but lust and excitement. "Why don't you taste it, Ibuki?" he rumbled, his voice deep and gruff. "You clearly want a real horse cock." Burko tried to sound confident, masking his inexperience in the deepness of his voice.
Without waiting for a response, Burko stepped into the water and stood over her, close enough that the tip of this cock brushed against her soft, plump lips as it swayed. The sensation was oddly tantalizing, and she found herself parting her mouth, her tongue flicking out to touch the rough scaled head. He tasted faintly of musk and something wild, something primal that resonated within her own nature. It was unlike the clean, almost clinical flavor of the many human men she had bedded.
Ibuki's eyes widened as she pushed her head down the full length of his cock, realizing just how large he was. But instead of fear as any other woman would, she felt a thrill of excitement, her own desires flaring to life.
The dragon took her first tentative lick as an invitation, pushing his cock deeper into her mouth as she moved down on her own as well. Ibuki gagged loudly before she had it even half-way down her throat, her eyes watering as she tried to accommodate his size. How long had it been since a partner managed to make her gag? But she pressed on still, she would take it all.
Her tongue danced around the ridges of his cock, feeling the rough scales bump against the sensitive flesh. Each movement sent shivers down her spine and made her core ache with need. The dragon groaned above her, his clawed paws digging into the ground as he pushed her face further into his crotch. Her cheeks hollowed out as she took him deeper, her throat muscles straining around his thick girth. The sensation was intense, almost overwhelming, but she craved more.
Her hands found their way to his powerful haunches, gripping tightly as she tried to keep up with his rhythm. He was not gentle, but she liked that. He was a creature of passion, and she was his willing prey. A predator usually herself, but for him alone, she would submit to this pleasure. She felt a strange kinship with him in their carnal passions, a shared hunger that went beyond the physical. He had not had anyone in a long time, she could sense his desperation, and she wanted to give him the release he so desperately needed.
As she sucked and slurped on his massive cock, her own arousal grew. This is what her body was made for, this is what dragons were. Creatures of pleasure who took what they wanted. He was like her.
Burko, sensing her surrender, grew bolder. He stepped closer, pushing his cock even deeper into her mouth until she felt his scales brush against her nose. She took him all the way to the base, her forehead slamming into his stomach. The dragon's eyes rolled back in pleasure as he let out a deep, satisfied groan. Ibuki felt a thrill of power at his reaction, her own desire for this beastly creature growing stronger.
For a moment, she stayed there, his cock buried deep in her throat, her breathing ragged but steady. Then, with a sudden surge of energy, she pulled herself off, leaving just the tip in her mouth. She stared up at him with pure hunger in her eyes before slamming herself back down, taking him to the base again as fast as she could. She gagged loudly on the way down, but would not let that deter her. The dragon's hips jerked in response, and she knew she had him where she wanted him.
The rhythm grew faster, more intense. She repeated the process, each time feeling the dragon's muscles tighten and his breath quicken. The water around them churned as he pushed into her, his claws digging into the riverbed. The fish she was there to hunt had all fled in the thrashing of their pleasure. Burko's balls slapped against her chin, the sound echoing through the quiet forest. Ibuki felt the pressure building in her own body, her breasts bouncing with each deep throat slam.
Finally, with a roar that could be heard across the Tunguska, Burko erupted. Thick ropes of cum shot into her mouth and down her throat, filling her to the brim. She swallowed reflexively, feeling the warmth spread through her as she took in his seed. The dragon's hips jerked, and she held on, her eyes watering as she continued to pleasure him. His cum was thick and potent, a testament to his power.
When he was finished, Burko pulled his cock from her mouth with a wet pop. His cock shook at the motion and more cum splashed across her face and onto her sweater. He stepped back, his cock still hard and covered in her saliva. "On your hands and knees," he ordered, his voice quavering at the end.
Ibuki obeyed without hesitation, the water lapping at her knees as she positioned herself. The dragon took in the sight of her, his eyes raking over her body, and his cock twitched with excitement. He took his time, letting his gaze linger on her round ass, the cheeks quivering slightly in anticipation. He stepped closer, his cock dragging through the water and leaving a trail of bubbles.
The dragon mounted her from behind, his two-foot horse cock sliding along her wet pussy, the rough scales causing delicious friction. Ibuki gasped as he nudged at her entrance, the anticipation of feeling him inside her driving her wild. She pushed back against him, trying to impale herself on his cock, but he was too large.
With a smug grin, Burko took the situation into his own... paws. He lined up his cock and with one swift thrust, buried the entire length of himself inside her. Ibuki's eyes rolled back in her head as she let out a scream of pleasure that echoed through the forest. The dragon's cock was like nothing she had ever felt before, filling her completely, stretching her to the limits of her divine body. The ridges on his shaft brushed against her inner walls, sending waves of pleasure through her core.
Her body quivered as she adjusted to his size, and then she began to move. Her hips rocked back and forth, meeting his powerful thrusts with equal enthusiasm. The water splashed around them as they fucked, both of the dragon's tails swishing with excitement. Her breasts bounced in her sweater with every thrust, her nipples constantly being teased by the fabric. His breath was hot against her neck, his teeth grazing her skin lightly, she loved it. She loved every part of it.
Ibuki's orgasm built quickly, each stroke pushing her closer and closer to the edge. Her moans grew louder, mixing with the dragon's grunts of pleasure. The sensation of his cum still sitting in her mouth, only enhanced the sensation. She reached between her legs, her long nails grazing her clit as she worked herself towards climax. The dragon watched her, his eyes burning with desire as she played with herself.
Finally, she couldn't hold back any longer. Her body convulsed as wave after wave of pleasure crashed over her, her pussy tightening around his cock. Burko roared in triumph, feeling her clench around him, and his own orgasm grew closer. He pumped into her faster, his hips slapping against her ass. Ibuki could feel his cock swelling even larger inside her, the ridges becoming more pronounced.
With one final, powerful thrust, he came. "Dobrynya!" He screamed as he came.
Ibuki's body was alight with pleasure, her mind racing with the intensity of the moment. Burko's seed filled her, hot and thick, a testament to his potency. Her pussy clenched around his cock, milking him for every drop as she came again and again, her moans of ecstasy piercing the quiet night air. The dragon's hips jerked, and she felt his warmth flood into her, filling her womb with his essence. It was a feeling she had never experienced before, and it was intoxicating.
The dragon's movements slowed, his breaths coming in deep, ragged gasps. His cock remained lodged inside her, still pulsing with the aftershocks of his climax. Ibuki collapsed onto the riverbed, her legs giving out from under her. Burko followed, his cock sliding out of her with a wet sound, leaving her feeling empty and yet utterly satisfied.
"Dobrynya?" Ibuki questioned after she had crawled out from him, her pride only slightly hurt. "You really screamed another woman's name when your cock was inside me?"
Burko had the decency to look abashed at her chastisement and looked away from her.
"So you want her that badly?" Ibuki acknowledged it as a simple fact. "Then take her."
Burko's head snapped up, his blue eyes meeting hers with a look of shock. "What?"
"You heard me," she said with a smirk, her chest heaving from the exertion of their passionate encounter. "You're a dragon now, not a horse. And dragons... well, we live for pleasure. We take what we want."
The dragon looked at her with a mix of confusion and hope. "But she's my master. I can't just... She doesn't want me..."
"Why not?" Ibuki challenged him. "Because she hasn't given you permission? Because she doesn't know how good your cock feels?"
Burko's eyes grew darker, his desire for Dobrynya clear in his gaze. "But she's... she's..."
"A woman," Ibuki finished for him. "And a very desirable one at that. If she doesn't want you, then make her want you. All people have a breaking point and we dragons are uniquely suited for finding it." She grinned at him, her voice low and seductive. "So show her what a real dragon can do."
The dragon's cock twitched at her words, and she knew she had him. He was torn between his loyalty to Dobrynya and his need to claim her body, the body of the woman he loved. Ibuki knew the feeling all too well. She had seen it in the eyes of many men, and she had always been the one to give them what they craved. This time, it wasn't a man but a much more powerful creature who deserved so much more than any ordinary man.
The dragon looked at her with a newfound resolve, his eyes alight with the fire of desire. "You're right," he murmured. "I'm not a horse anymore. I'm a dragon. I'll take her and then every other woman in the world! All of them will bow before my mighty dragon cock!"
With those words, something shifted within Burko. He stood up, his massive frame towering over Ibuki, his cock still hard and slick with her juices. He knew what he had to do. He would take his master, and he would show her what it truly meant to be with a creature of his kind.
Ibuki watched him, her own arousal building again as she saw the change in him. "Good boy," she murmured, stroking his snout gently and the other hand reaching down to squeeze his shrinking dick. "Go get what's yours." She grinned. That slut would soon learn how foolish she had been, and Ibuki couldn't wait to see it.
ID SPOILERS AHEAD
Prompt: Marie Alter is trying to draw out Ritsuka's desire for revenge in Id, but takes a different approach to causing them to fall and become an Avenger. At the end of their date rather than directly pushing him to let the world burn in her rage, she instead pushes them to take out their anger on her body and take a small step to indulging in that all consuming fire. Starts in section 15 of Id with everything that previously occurred happening exactly as in canon.
Tags: Marie Alter/Ritsuka Fujimaru (Male), very rough sex, coercion, abusive, emotional manipulation, Very Id Spoiler Heavy
"She's—your new family, right?" Marie asked with that same fake innocent smile she had worn the entire date.
"Shut up," Ritsuka hissed with a sharp glare.
"Oh, how scary. Such a look in your eyes. It's scary… It's scary, so I'll. —Make a dash for it." Marie replied with a wink before she dashed away.
Ritsuka chased after her despite knowing they were being lured in- and away from their watchers. In the darkness of the back alley, Ritsuka surveyed the surrounding area. He searched for the Student Council President. The girl who slipped amongst the crowd has, surely, disappeared into this back alley. That's why she should still be here. However… She's nowhere here.
"Tell me, Ritsuka," Her voice carried through the alley despite her being nowhere to be seen. Does your anger burn? Do you desire revenge?"
"Shut up," he snapped. "Shut up!" he repeated. The last master of humanity clasped their hands over their ears and sank down to his knees.
Marie stepped from the shadow, having shed her jacket from school, and wearing just the tight-fitting shirt. "I can't point you in the direction of the one who murdered your family, but I can offer you something that will help." She strode towards Ritsuka, her shoes clacking on the pavement as she came to stand directly in front of Ritsuka. "An outlet for your anger. Me." She grabbed his hair and gently tugged his head up to face her.
In spite of himself, Ritsuka opened their eyes and stared into her own yellow eyes. "Use my body to sate all of your rage and hatred until you can find the one who truly deserves to burn. Submit to your rage and I will be your toy until you grow tired of me, Master. Find comfort in your despair through my body."
Her words pierced through his soul like a hot knife through butter. He knew this was wrong, that he shouldn't give in to such primal urges. No matter how much the pain was or how much the loss stung. It wouldn't be right by them. He grabbed Marie by the wrists, pulling her closer, his eyes burning with a rage that had no end in sight. How dare she try to use their deaths! That wasn't right!
"Your family's death was a tragedy, Ritsuka," she whispered. "But here, with me, you can let go of that pain. You can take it out on me. I want to feel your anger, your sorrow, your desire for vengeance."
Her words were like a spell, a dark incantation that Ritsuka couldn't resist. He pushed her against the cold, grimy wall of the alley and crushed his lips against hers, his hands moving to her breasts, squeezing them roughly through the fabric of her shirt. Marie moaned into his mouth, her eyes closed, a small smile playing on her lips. This was what she had wanted, what she had been waiting for.
Her shirt was torn away, revealing her pale skin and the black bra that struggled to contain her modest but perky breasts. Ritsuka's cock grew hard in his pants, and he could feel the heat of her body against his own. He bit down on her neck hard, leaving a mark that would linger for days, and she responded by arching her back, pressing herself into him. He was overwhelmed by the scent of her, a mix of sweet perfume and something darker, something that smelled like danger and desire.
Ritsuka reached behind her, unclipping her bra and letting her breasts spill out into his eager hands. He kneaded them, feeling the firmness of her flesh and the hardness of her nipples. He wanted to devour her whole, to lose himself in her until he couldn't remember his own name. His mouth found one of her nipples, sucking and biting it until she gasped, her nails digging into his shoulders.
With a growl, Ritsuka dropped to his knees and pushed up her skirt, revealing her black lacy panties. He ripped them away with a savage yank, exposing her wet, glistening pussy. The scent of her arousal filled the air, mingling with the stench of the alley. He buried his face between her legs, his tongue exploring her folds, finding her clit and flicking it mercilessly.
Marie's breath hitched in her throat as she felt his teeth graze her inner thigh. "Fuck me," she begged, her voice low and needy. "Make me feel it, Ritsuka. Make me feel the depths of your despair."
He stood up, unbuckling his pants and freeing his cock. It was thick and hard, pointing straight at her like an accusation. He didn't bother with any preamble, slamming into her without mercy. She was tight, so tight, and it was all he could do not to come immediately.
Her cries of pleasure mixed with pain echoed through the alley, but he didn't care. He thrust into her over and over, his anger and sorrow a living, breathing thing that fueled his movements. He wanted to break her, to make her feel the same agony he felt.
As he pounded into her, Ritsuka's mind began to unravel. Images of his slaughtered family flashed before his eyes, the sounds of their screams filling his ears. He hated himself for what he was doing, for using Marie like this. But he couldn't stop. The rage inside him was a beast that needed to be fed, and he was all too willing to give it what it wanted.
Her nails dug into his back as she matched his rhythm, her legs wrapping around his waist. "Harder," she breathed. "Harder, please, Ritsuka. Use my body to dry your tears!"
Their bodies moved together in a violent dance of passion and pain. His teeth found her neck again, biting down until she screamed, her blood trickling down his chin. She bucked against him, her pussy clenching around his cock as she reached her climax.
The world around them was a blur, the only thing that mattered was the friction between their bodies and the cacophony of their mingled breaths. Ritsuka's mind was a whirlwind of rage and despair, each thrust into her a silent scream of fury at the injustice that had been dealt to him. Marie's eyes were squeezed shut, her teeth gritted, savoring every moment of the brutal pleasure she had orchestrated. Her moans grew louder, and she whispered, "More, Ritsuka, more."
He obeyed, his hips slamming into her with a ferocity that would have left anyone else broken. But Marie was no ordinary girl; she was an Avenger, and she reveled in the pain, her entire existence was suffering, her body responded with a frenzied passion that matched his own. Her walls tightened around him, her nails digging deeper, and she cried out again, her body shuddering with the force of her second orgasm.
It was then that Ritsuka's control began to slip. The beast inside him, starved for release, roared to the surface. He pulled out of her, flipping her around so she was bent over, her white ass in the air, the skirt of her school uniform hiked up around her waist. He didn't bother with gentle caresses or sweet nothings; he plunged back into her from behind, his hands gripping her hips as he pounded into her with all the strength he had.
Her cries grew more desperate, more primal. She was no longer the prim and proper student council president, but a creature of desire, begging for more. Ritsuka's hand reached around to squeeze her breast, his thumb flicking her clit as he drove into her again and again. Her pussy was soaked, the alley floor growing slick with their combined juices.
The darkness grew inside him, swirling like a maelstrom of hate and grief. He felt himself getting closer and closer to the edge, his balls tightening, his cock pulsing with the need to release. And then, with a final, animalistic roar, he did. He filled her up, his cum spilling out of her and running down her thighs, a testament to the rage that had consumed him.
As he came, Ritsuka's vision swam with red, and he felt a brief moment of euphoria, a respite from the agony that had become his constant companion. But as quickly as it came, it was gone, leaving him gasping for breath, his heart racing, and his cock still twitching inside her.
They stayed like that for a short moment, bodies entwined, panting in the dirty alley. Then, with a final shudder, Ritsuka pulled out of her, his semen dripping from her pussy. He stumbled back, horrified at what he had just done, at the monster he had become.
Marie straightened herself up, smoothing her skirt and fixing her shirt. She looked at him with a knowing smile, her eyes gleaming in the dim light. "You enjoyed that, didn't you?" she taunted. "I can see it in your eyes. The rage, the pain, the pleasure. You're just like me, Ritsuka. A true avenger, born in the depths of despair, and made to destroy." Marie was finally going to have someone else to wallow in the muck with her, someone who knew the depths of her suffering and hadn't run from it, but embraced his pain as she had.
"Shut up!" Ritsuka snapped at her.
She continued undeterred by Ritsuka's repeated denials as she rose to her knees. "You want to see the world burn in your rage, admit it Ritsuka, You enjoyed me, but that wasn't enough for you. You want the entire world to know the depths of your despair. You need the entire world to suffer-"
"I said shut up!" Ritsuka roared as he gripped her twin tails and in his fists and slammed his cock down her gullet in one thrust.
Her eyes bulged with shock, but she took it all, the force of his anger pushing down her throat. The taste of his pre-cum lingered in her mouth, mixing with her own saliva. She loved it. Marie's throat convulsed around his length, her tongue dancing around his shaft as he fucked her face mercilessly. He was lost in his rage, and she was the perfect vessel to take it all.
Her cheeks were red, her eyes watered, but she didn't struggle. Instead, she took his rage, his pain, his despair, all into her body, swallowing him whole as he used her mouth like it was the last thing he'd ever get to do. She was insatiable, a bottomless pit of darkness that could take whatever he had to give.
His hips moved like a piston, driving his cock deeper and deeper, her nose pressed against his pelvis with every thrust. The sounds of his grunts and her gagging were the only noises in the alley, a symphony of destruction and despair. He didn't care if she could breathe; the only thing that mattered was the release he was getting from her body.
And Marie? She took it all, her eyes gleaming with a mix of pain and satisfaction. She craved his anger, and needed it to fill the hole inside her. This was what she lived for, to be used by the one who had nothing left to live for but their rage.
As he fucked her face, Ritsuka felt a strange sense of power, of control over something in his shattered world. The world had taken everything from him, but here, with Marie, he had something he could dominate, something he could break. He pumped into her, his hand moving to her throat, squeezing just enough to make her eyes widen but not enough to stop her from taking him.
Her nails dug into his legs, leaving trails of red, but she wasn't fighting back. She took it, welcomed it, her eyes never leaving his. And with every thrust, every moan, every drop of spit that fell from her mouth, she grew wetter, her pussy clenching with need. This was her role, her purpose, to be the outlet of the last avenger. The Beast of Retribution.
He felt his orgasm building again, his balls tightening with the promise of release. And as he reached the peak, he pulled out, covering her face with his hot, sticky cum. Marie's eyes were glazed over with lust as she licked her lips, savoring the taste of his anger. She didn't even consider wiping his cum from her eyelid or lips.
For a moment, Ritsuka just stared at her, his chest heaving, his cock still erect. Then, without a word, he bent down and picked her up, carrying her to the nearest wall. He slammed her against it, hard enough to leave a bruise on a normal human, her body bouncing slightly with the impact. Her legs wrapped around his waist, and he was inside her ass this time, not using anything like lube to make it easy on her, fucking her hard and fast, giving into his unadulterated rage.
Her voice was a mix of a choke and a moan as she took his thick cock in her tight asshole. Her body was on fire, the pain and pleasure blurring into one exquisite feeling. This was what she lived for, to be used by those who had as little as her. She was the perfect toy for his grief, the ultimate outlet for his pain.
The alley was a cacophony of wet slaps and guttural noises, their bodies moving in a frenzied dance of hate and desire. The cold bricks scraped against Marie's back, but she didn't care. The pain was a reminder that she was alive, that she could still feel something in this world of darkness.
Ritsuka's hands moved to her throat again, squeezing gently, a silent question in his eyes. She nodded, her eyes glazed over with a mix of fear and excitement. He tightened his grip, cutting off her air supply as he continued to fuck her mercilessly. Her legs tightened around his waist, her nails digging into his shoulders, leaving little half-moons of blood.
The world around them faded away, and all that was left was the pounding of their bodies and the harsh grunts that filled the alley. Ritsuka's cock stretched her ass to its limits, the pain and pleasure mixing in a toxic cocktail that she craved. Her eyes rolled back in her head, and she felt the edges of consciousness slipping away. She was close, so close to giving in to the darkness that called to her.
And then, with a final, brutal thrust, she did. Her body went limp, her legs falling away from his waist. Ritsuka didn't stop, his thrusts growing more erratic, his breathing more ragged. He was lost in his own anger, his own need for release. He pumped into her, her lifeless body bouncing off the wall with every hit, until he too reached the brink and let go.
When Marie finally came to, her body was a map of bruises and bite marks. She was covered in both blood and semen. She groaned, pushing herself up onto her elbows. She was sore, but she felt alive. She grinned. That was incredible, his rage had been everything she had dreamed of. His despair was deeper than even hers She had done her part, had given Ritsuka the first taste of the tantalizing seduction of rage. She knew he would return to her, that the anger that had brought him to her tonight would only grow stronger until he submitted to it or cast it aside. He might overcome, but she would show him the tantalizing allure of being a creature of wrath.
And when he did, she would be ready. She would push him further, take him deeper into the abyss of rage that she called home. For she knew that it was there, in the darkest parts of his soul, that he would find the strength to become the ultimate avenger. And when he did, the world would burn with the fire of his wrath. The Beast of Retribution would claim their seat and Proper Human History would burn. Or he would overcome the rage that could scorch all worlds, but only if he faced it first and learned to stop forcing it down. Regardless, he would know her pain. He might reject her, but he would know her first, and she would hurt him more for the rejection because of it.
With a wicked smile, Marie stood up, her legs wobbly, and brushed herself off. She straightened her torn clothes and adjusted her disheveled hair. No one would ever suspect that the sweet, seemingly innocent student council president had just been brutally used in such a manner. Ritsuka would never tell anyone either, even when they saw each other at the school the next day. Ritsuka no doubt had figured out that she was a servant during that, but it hardly mattered when he was incapable of admitting it to his servants.
Her eyes gleamed with the light of a thousand suns as she made her way back home, her heart filled with satisfaction. She had planted the seed of destruction in Ritsuka's heart, and now she could watch it grow. He would know her in every way, and that was all that she craved. That seed might have fallen on stony ground, but it was there, and so there was a chance. The world was a stage, and she would play her role in the grand play of Ritsuka Fujimaru, orchestrating the rise or fall of the ultimate avenger. Soon.
A/N: The Angra Mainyu prompt was my first time ever writing smut and it kind of shows. Don't think I did a great job bringing out the saver aspects of Angra Mainyu in his character- he did choose to save people over dooming the world at the end of Hollow Ataraxia, but to be fair, this is in the middle of his character development. The taking Rin's pain during anal sex thing is mostly just set up for a future chapter where it would be more relevant. That was not Avalon, even if that was his bullshit reasoning in the moment. Angra Mainyu's entire legend in Fate is that he was a normal kid randomly chosen to bear all sin and suffering in their village- a messiah type role in a twisted way. This is him tapping into it to absorb curses willingly- as it's strongly implied he now does in his interlude in FGO. If I do a sequel to this, it'll be Sakura first, but the rest of the Fate Girls could happen at some point. Probably will not do a sequel.
That is a real line from Tunguska. I have no idea what Sakurai was thinking when she put implied bestiality in the main story of FGO. Ibuki is a bit of a whore, so she quickly gets on board with fucking the dragon. Burko doesn't really have a defined character (That is apparently his canonical name) so took some liberties there. If I do a sequel to this one, it would be Burko getting goaded by Ibuki into forcing Dobrynya to submit (More dubcon than non). A third part would likely be Koyanskaya or Mash (Who Dobrynya originally said that to) being taken in by his dragon dick.
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