Prompt: Rin was being forced to make an impossible choice. Her magecraft or her pride? With the death of Kirei Kotomine, Rin learned that her family fortune had evaporated- drained into "charity" by the fake priest. After trying to get a job, and realizing that wasn't enough to fund her craft, Rin was forced to make an impossible decision. To be a whore. Despite all of her precautions, her first client is none other than Shinji Matou… Why was he so big…? Why did she feel so good…? Why did she want to do this again…?
Tags: Tohsaka Rin/Matou Shinji, Prostitution, rough sex, mind break, blackmail, dubcon
Rin Tohsaka stepped into the kitchen of her family home, her eyes scanning the barren counters as her stomach growled for sustenance. The fake priest's betrayal had left her with a gaping hole in her life, not emotionally- she could not care less about him, but financially. Ten years of trust squandered by his callous betrayal. Her dark brown hair, tied in its customary twin tails, hung loosely around her face, framing the furrowed brow of a young woman forced to face the harsh realities of the life of a pauper. The once proud heiress to the Tohsaka family fortune now found herself walking a path she never thought she would take.
Her magecraft required precious gemstones, expensive and with a nasty habit of detonating if not handled with the utmost care. And still only one time use when handled with care. Ugh, why couldn't her craft be as frugal as Shirou's one trick schtick. The part-time cooking gig at the local restaurant barely covered her basic necessities, let alone the exorbitant costs of her magical necessities. With a sigh, she resigned herself to the only option she had left. It was a choice that gnawed at her pride, but she knew she had to make it.
The ad she posted online was vague, using a pseudonym and carefully angled photos to hide her identity. Yet, when the first message popped up, she felt a cold shiver run down her spine. It was from him. Shinji Matou, the man she despised more than anyone else. The man who had stolen her sister from her. The man her father had given her sister to. The message contained a photo of her profile, with a simple text: "I know it's you, Tohsaka." He offered her 500,000 yen for a single night of service. The sum was ludicrous, more money than she had seen in months. But the thought of being used by him, especially after everything he had done to her and Shirou in the Grail War, made her stomach churn. So she had done the obvious thing and told him no.
But Shinji wouldn't take no for an answer. And so he had resorted to blackmail, threatening to expose her desperate measures to the world. To Sakura. Her cheeks burned at the thought of Sakura, finding out what the Tohsaka's had fallen too. Rin's pride had been her achilles heel. Now, she had no choice but to face the inevitable or lose whatever shambles of her pride remained. With a heavy heart, she agreed to his terms, but with one condition: he would come to her, not the other way around. She would not let Sakura see the depths that the once mighty Rin Tohsaka had fallen to.
The doorbell chimed, and Rin's stomach plummeted. She took a deep breath, steeling herself for the encounter. Shinji sauntered in, his curly blue hair bobbing slightly with each step. His eyes swept over her, a smug smirk playing on his lips. She felt his gaze linger on her ass, and she clenched her fists.
He chuckled, the sound grating on her nerves. "So, this is where the mighty Tohsaka will fall," she could feel the grimy eagerness oozing out of him. Rin wanted to gag. "But I'm not here for a tour." He tossed a bag filled with the promised cash onto the counter. "Let's get down to business."
Rin swallowed hard, trying to ignore the way her heart raced. She knew what she had to do, and she had to keep reminding herself that this was for her craft. For the first time in her life, she felt truly powerless.
"So pathetic you can't even get a woman without paying her?" Rin sneered with false bravado. "Maybe if you weren't so repulsive, you would have an easier time."
Shinji smirked at that. "You wouldn't say that if you knew just who I've had in my bed before." He chuckled to himself at a joke unknown to her. "Now remove your clothes, I bought you for your body, not your mouth... actually I did buy you for that too, just not your words."
Rin felt her cheeks heat up with anger, but she knew better than to protest. With trembling hands, she began to strip, revealing her petite frame, her breasts bouncing slightly as she removed her shirt. She kept her eyes on the floor, not wanting to look at the smug expression she knew must be on his face.
"Look at me, whore," Shinji barked, and she complied, glancing up to meet his piercing blue eyes. He took in her nakedness, his gaze lingering on her behind. The sight of his hungry eyes made her stomach churn, she wanted to be anywhere but here.
He approached her with the confidence of a man who had never been denied. Rin felt a pang of anger, remembering the countless times she had rejected his advances in school. But she knew that now she had no choice. He reached out and grabbed a handful of her hair, pulling her head back to expose her throat. "You're going to service me, Tohsaka," he whispered, his breath hot on her skin. "And you're going to do it with a smile."
"Even if I'm forced to do this," Rin snarled, "I am not going to smile!"
"Do you want to get paid?" He taunted. "Or have your secrets exposed? You don't have to like it, but you're going to smile for me."
Gritting her teeth, Rin forced her lips into a smile that felt and probably looked more like a snarl. It was a grotesque mockery of happiness, a mask that did nothing to hide the anger and fear bubbling beneath the surface. She knew he could see through it, and that was the point. It was a mask plastered onto her face.
Shinji sighed, the smirk never leaving his face as he took in the sight of Rin's naked body. "Now, get on your knees," he ordered, his voice as smooth as silk. The disdain in his eyes was clear, yet there was a hint of excitement that made Rin's skin crawl. It was almost as if he reveled in her hatred. That sick bastard was getting turned on by her disgust!
Her knees hit the carpet with a soft thud, and she felt the fibers prickle against her bare skin. She was about to perform the most degrading acts she could imagine for a man she despised with every fiber of her being.
Shinji stepped closer, his blue eyes gleaming with a mix of triumph and desire. He slowly unbuckled his belt, and the sound of his zipper echoed through the room like a taunt. With a smug grin, he slid his pants down, revealing his massive, throbbing cock. Rin's eyes widened in shock and disgust. It was like nothing she had ever seen before. The size of it was obscene, a stark contrast to the lean frame of its owner. Why was it so large? When she had watched Shirou and Saber, it wasn't like this...
Before she could react, he slapped her across the face with it, the force of the blow knocking her head to the side. The warm, slick skin hit her cheek with a sound that seemed to echo through the room. Rin's eyes watered from the impact, and she felt a burning sensation spread across her skin. The scent of his arousal filled her nostrils, and she had to fight back the urge to gag.
Shinji chuckled, enjoying her shock. "You're going to worship this, Tohsaka," he said, stroking himself to full hardness. "You're going to take every inch of it, and you're going to beg for more."
The room spun around her, and she felt a strange mix of anger and excitement building inside her. The very thought of pleasing him was repugnant, yet the idea of overpowering his smugness was oddly thrilling. She would show him that he was wrong, she would never beg! Rin took a deep breath, trying to compose herself. She knew she had to get through this, for the sake of her family's legacy.
Shinji stepped closer, his cock now standing tall before her face. He took her chin in his hand and guided it towards his shaft, the hideous smugness in his eyes growing with every moment of her resistance. "Open your mouth, whore," he said, his voice low and commanding. "Your first task is to show me how much you appreciate my generosity."
Her mouth felt as dry as a desert, but she complied, parting her lips and taking the tip of his monstrous cock into her mouth. It was like nothing she had ever felt before, the softness of the skin contrasting with the hardness beneath. She could feel the veins pulsing with his excitement, and she had to suppress a shiver of revulsion. Rin had never been with a man before, let alone one she hated so much.
He pushed his cock deeper into her mouth, stretching her jaw until she thought it would break. His grip on her hair tightened, and he began to move his hips, fucking her face with a brutal efficiency that made her eyes water. Rin's cheeks hollowed out with each thrust, her eyes staring up at him in a silent plea for mercy. But Shinji showed none, his expression one of pure dominance as he used her mouth for his pleasure.
The taste of him was salty and faintly bitter, and she realized with a shock that she didn't hate it as much as she should. Her mind rebelled at the thought, but her body seemed to respond on its own accord. She felt a warmth spread through her, a traitorous pleasure that she tried to ignore.
Rin's loud gags sounded across the room as she struggled to accommodate Shinji's monstrous length. She felt his hands on her head, guiding her movements as he took control of the pace. The smugness in his eyes was almost tangible, and she hated every moment of it. Yet, with each thrust, she found herself growing wetter, her body betraying her. The anger and disgust she felt were overshadowed by a strange, primal need she had never experienced before.
Shinji's grip on her hair tightened, and he pushed his cock further down her throat, until she couldn't help but feel the tip of his shaft at the back of her throat. Her eyes watered and she tried to pull away, but he held her firm, forcing her to take it all. Rin's hands clutched at his thighs, her nails digging into his skin in a futile attempt to escape the degradation.
He chuckled at her plight, enjoying the power he had over her. "You're doing well, Tohsaka," he praised, his voice thick with lust. "But you can take more."
Rin's eyes bulged as she felt the head of his cock pushing past her throat. Her breathing grew more ragged, and she could feel the beginnings of panic setting in. Her hands clawed at the floor, searching for anything to hold onto as she tried to adjust to the intrusion. Inch by inch, Shinji fed her his cock, watching the play of emotions on her face with a sadistic smile. Her gag reflex kicked in, and she choked around his girth, her eyes watering and nose running. Yet, she managed to swallow, taking another inch into her throat.
Her breaths grew shallower, and she felt lightheaded as he reached the halfway point. The pressure was immense, and she could feel her throat stretching to accommodate him. The taste of him filled her mouth, and she gagged loudly. "Glurk!" !
Shinji's eyes widened with excitement at the sound. "Take it all," he said, pushing harder. She could feel the head of his cock hit the back of her throat, and she tried to pull away again, but he was too strong. Her eyes watered profusely, and she felt the bile rise in her stomach. He pushed even further, and she felt his cock hit her tonsils. Rin's eyes rolled back in her head as she fought the urge to vomit. But she knew that if she did, he would only make it worse. So she took a deep breath through her nose and focused on swallowing, letting her throat muscles relax around his shaft.
Inch by inch, she took more of him, until she felt the base of his cock press against her nose. Her eyes were watering so much that she could barely see, and her throat burned from the strain. But she had done it. The entire foot long cock of Shinji Matou was in her mouth, and she was somehow still breathing. He pulled out slightly, allowing her to gasp for air before plunging back in, his movements growing more rapid. She could feel the head of his cock hitting the back of her throat with each thrust, and she gagged and choked around him. Rin's hands found their way to his thighs, her nails digging in as she tried to anchor herself.
Shinji's breathing grew ragged, and she knew he was close. He grunted, and she felt his cock swell even more. "Swallow it," he said, his voice strained. And she did, her throat muscles working overtime as she tried to keep up with his demands.
Finally, with a roar, he came, filling her mouth with his hot, thick seed. Rin's eyes widened in shock, and she swallowed, her body betraying her once again as she felt a strange satisfaction at pleasing him. He pulled out, and she collapsed onto the floor, coughing and gasping for air.
He looked down at her, his cock still hard and gleaming with her saliva. "Impressive," he said, his voice filled with amusement. "But we're not done yet."
Rin's eyes snapped to his, and she felt a surge of anger. This wasn't the end. He hadn't paid for just a blowjob, he had paid for the whole night. And she had to endure whatever else he had planned for her.
With a smirk, Shinji stepped back and stripped out of his pants and boxers completely. His cock stood proud and thick, and she felt a shiver of fear run down her spine. "Get on the bed," he ordered, his voice low and commanding.
Rin stumbled to her feet, her head spinning from the intensity of the oral portion. She climbed onto the bed, her heart racing as she braced herself for what was to come. He followed her, his eyes never leaving hers.
"On your hands and knees," he said, his voice a cold command that sent a shiver down her spine. Rin obeyed, her pride in shambles as she presented herself to him like an animal. The bed creaked under their weight as he climbed on behind her. She felt his hands on her hips, his fingers digging into her skin as he positioned himself. And then, without any warning, he thrust into her, burying his massive cock deep within her tight, untouched pussy.
The pain was unbearable, and Rin's scream echoed through the room. She had never felt anything like this before, and she hated it. Hated him. But she had made her choice, and she had to see it through. She bit her lip, trying to hold back the tears as he began to fuck her, his movements swift and punishing. The sound of his hips slapping against her ass filled the room, and she felt every inch of him as he claimed her, over and over again.
"Is this what you want, Tohsaka?" he whispered in her ear, his hot breath sending chills down her neck. "You're going to take my cock like a good little slut."
Her eyes burned with unshed tears as she nodded, hating the way her body was responding to him. She tried to tell herself she only nodded along because he had paid her to smile. She tried to ignore that she felt a strange warmth spreading through her, a pleasure that she didn't want to admit was coming from the very act she despised. It was as if her body had a mind of its own, betraying her at every turn.
He reached around and grabbed her breasts, squeezing them roughly as he fucked her. "Look at you," he said, his voice filled with disdain. "You're enjoying this."
"I'm not," she ground out, her voice hoarse from his brutal use of her mouth earlier. "I hate you."
"Liar," he said, his voice a low purr. "Your body tells me otherwise."
And it was true. Despite the pain, she felt a thrill of excitement as he filled her, his thick cock stretching her to her limits. Her pussy clenched around him, and she felt her orgasm building. It was a betrayal, and she hated herself for it, but she couldn't stop it.
"Come for me, Rin," he said, his voice a dark whisper. "Come on my cock."
And she did. Her body shuddered as she came, her eyes squeezed shut against the embarrassment. She felt his hands tighten on her breasts, his grip almost painful, and she knew he was enjoying every moment of her degradation.
But even as she climaxed, she couldn't help but feel a spark of anger. This wasn't what she wanted. This wasn't who she was. She was a Tohsaka, a mage with a proud lineage, not a whore for hire. She didn't like this! She couldn't! She hated Shinji Ma-
Rin's thoughts were driven from her head as Shinji thrust himself in her with renewed vigor, burying himself all the way to the hilt in one movement. Shinji was nowhere near finished with her, even after Rin had reached her climax and assumed it was over. His hand came down hard on her ass, leaving a red handprint on her pale skin.
"More," the traitorous word barely escaping her bruised lips.
With a smirk, he complied, his strokes becoming more forceful, more punishing. He reached around to grab her hair with one hand, pulling her head back and making her arch her back, pushing her chest out into the other hand. Rin felt her body respond to his roughness, her pussy clenching around his cock as she moaned his name.
He was relentless, his hips pistoning into her with a brutality that should have brought only pain. But instead, she felt herself being pushed to the brink of pleasure. Her body was soaked, her juices dripping down her thighs as she squirmed beneath him. And then, without warning, she felt herself clench around him again, her orgasm crashing over her like a wave.
"Shinji," she gasped, the name slipping from her lips like a curse. "Your cock... it feels so good..."
He grinned, the smugness in his expression unbearable. "I knew you'd break, Tohsaka," he said, his voice low and filled with triumph. "You're nothing but a whore, just like she was."
But she didn't care about his words anymore. The only thing that mattered was the feeling of his cock inside her, the way it filled her so completely. And as he continued to fuck her through her orgasm, she found herself begging for more.
"Harder," she moaned, her voice hoarse. "Fuck me harder, please..."
Shinji's grip on her hair tightened, and he gave her what she wanted. His strokes grew more forceful, each thrust hitting her deep within. And she felt it building again, that delicious pressure that signaled another climax.
Her walls tightened around him, her cries growing louder. And then it hit her, the third orgasm ripping through her like lightning. Her body trembled, her muscles contracting around his cock as she begged him to never stop.
He didn't. Instead, he fucked her harder, the sound of their bodies slapping together echoing through the room. Her mind was a whirlwind of pleasure and pain, and she didn't know which she preferred. All she knew was that she needed more of him, more of his cock filling her up, more of his dominance over her.
Rin's moans grew louder, her voice now painfully hoarse from screaming his name. She could feel her body being pushed to its limits, but she didn't care. She was a whore now, and she would take whatever he gave her. And as she felt another orgasm building, she knew that she was lost.
He was going to break her, to use her up and spit her out. But in that moment, all she cared about was the feeling of his cock inside her, the way he filled her so completely. It was as if she had been made for this, for him to use and discard.
Shinji's movements grew more erratic, his breathing ragged as he approached his climax. Rin could feel it building, the tension in his body as he fucked her with everything he had. And when he finally came, she felt a warmth flood her insides that was more intense than any spell she had ever cast. It was a feeling of submission, of belonging, and she embraced it as she shuddered through the most powerful orgasm of her life.
Her pussy clenched around him, milking his cock for every drop as he filled her with his cum. She could feel it dripping out of her, down her thighs, and she reveled in the sensation. Her body was no longer her own; it was his to do with as he pleased.
When he finally pulled out, she felt empty, used. But instead of despair, she felt a strange satisfaction. She had served her purpose, given him what he wanted. And in doing so, she had found a new kind of power.
Shinji flopped onto the bed, trying to catch his breath, his cock still semi-erect from the intense fucking he had just given Rin. He looked down at her, sprawled out on the bed, her body glistening with sweat and cum. Despite the pain etched on her face, she was a beautiful sight, a picture of submission that fueled his ego.
Without a word, Rin reached for his cock, her eyes never leaving his. She took it into her mouth, her movements slow and deliberate. The way she worshiped his cock was as if it were a sacred object, a testament to his power over her. Her tongue swirled around the head, her lips moving down the shaft in a way that was both loving and hungry. It was clear that she had no intention of stopping until he was fully hard again.
Shinji watched her in amazement, his chest swelling with pride. He had never seen her so...so devoted to him. It was a stark contrast to the proud, untouchable ice queen she had always been. And yet, here she was, eagerly devouring him like a starving animal. It was intoxicating.
He felt himself growing hard again, and his grip on the bed sheets tightened. Rin's eyes flicked up to meet his, and she picked up the pace, her cheeks hollowing as she took more of him into her mouth. Her throat muscles worked overtime, massaging his shaft as she swallowed his length. It was a sight to behold, and one he never thought he would see.
"Tohsaka," he murmured, his voice thick with lust. "You're going to be my personal whore."
Her eyes widened slightly, but she didn't protest. Instead, she took him deeper, her throat convulsing around his cock. It was all the answer he needed.
"Good girl," he said, his voice a low growl. "You'll serve me whenever I want, however I want. And I'll pay you a salary that would make even your former rich bitch self's eyes water with greed."
He watched as she nodded, her eyes glazed over with lust. The thought of her being his exclusive property sent a thrill through her. He was offering money, but did she even need that? She just wanted more of this, more of him... more of that...
Rin didn't speak, but her eyes said it all. She had accepted her fate, and she would serve him willingly. The idea of being paid for what she was already doing filled her with a strange sense of comfort. It was almost as if it made her feel less like a woman and more like a...whore.
Shinji chuckled to himself. "You're going to be my little whore, aren't you?" he asked, his voice taunting.
Rin nodded again, her eyes never leaving his. She knew what he wanted to hear, and she was more than willing to give it to him. "Yes, I'll be your whore," she murmured around his cock.
The words sent a shiver down his spine, and he felt himself growing closer to the edge. He didn't bother to hold back, letting himself cum again, filling her mouth once more. This time, however, he didn't let her swallow. He pulled out, and with a smirk, he painted her face with his seed, marking her as his own. The warmth and stickiness of it only served to heighten the degradation, and she felt a strange thrill at the thought of being claimed so utterly.
"Look at you," he said, his voice filled with smug satisfaction. "You're mine now, Tohsaka. My personal whore."
Rin nodded, her eyes glazed with lust and submission. "Yes, I'm your whore," she whispered, her voice trembling. "Yours to use whenever and wherever you want." It was a declaration that she never thought she would make, but in that moment, it felt right. She needed this, needed him to use her in every way imaginable.
Shinji leaned down and wiped the last of his cum from her cheek with his thumb, bringing it to her lips. "Lick it," he ordered, his eyes burning with desire.
Without hesitation, she obeyed, her tongue darting out to taste the salty fluid. It was a declaration of her willingness to be his, to submit to his every whim. And as she swirled his cum around her mouth, she felt something within her shift, something that scared her but also excited her beyond belief. She was his, she was only his, and she would never again be anything but a whore for that big fat cock of his.
Prompt: Koyanskaya had no choice but to go to Chaldea for shelter after Arjuna Alter turned on her and bound her to the land. She does her usual thing of cock teasing Goredolf, but this time he rises to the bait and interrogates her in a one on one session. His tool of choice is his massive penis.
This takes place in Lostbelt 4, but has spoilers for information revealed in Olympus (LB 5.2)
Tags: Goredolf Musik/Tamamo Vitch Koyanskaya, lots of teasing, mostly dub con, mindbreak, advanced interrogation techniques
"Anyway, let's get going, shall we? Or is the plan to put me in some BDSM gear before we get moving?" Koyanskaya might be the one going into their territory, but her mask didn't falter for a second- she looked like she was still the one in control here, despite the fact that she was clearly desperate. "Perhaps one of you is giddy at the thought of an opportunity to do all sorts of naughty things he missed his chance for in China?"
"I-I-I'll have you know I was thinking nothing of the sort!" Goredolf protested honestly. He truly had not been thinking of anything of the sort- until she had brought it up. Now the only thing Goredolf could picture was her breasts bound in ropes and thrust out towards him, her on her knees, a ball gag in her mouth. That Root forsaken vixen! His cock hardened in his pants as Goredolf tried to run from the intrusive thoughts she had placed in his head.
Koyanskaya smirked at him knowingly.
Goredolf tried to follow along with all the information Koyanskaya was giving them, but he would be honest and say that most of it went over his head. He was no Sherlock Holmes, and he was more than a little distracted by the way that temptress kept on biting her lip while she looked at him. Thankfully, he had his Administrative Advisor here to actually analyze what she was saying and summarize it in a less roundabout way later.
"At any rate, I no longer have any interest in what happens to this world. I am, as they say, over it. So by all means, go ahead and mess with it as much as you like. I'd be especially happy if you could give that shitty monk some much-needed comeuppance." Koyanskaya finished. That was really it? That was all she had given them? Wasn't someone going to insist on more? Nemo had just tried to do that, but gave up?
"Do you really think we're done here?" Goredolf was surprised to hear it was his own voice that had said that. "We saved you when you were about to die, and you are still being restrained by whatever Arjuna Alter has done to you." He continued on, unwilling to stop- frustrated with that vixen who never cooperated. "To put it another way, you have nowhere to run, and your life is in our hands now."
Koyanskaya smirked at him, and arched her back, her eyes lighting up as Goredolf's eyes instinctively darted to her thrust out chest. "Oh my, does this mean your gentlemanly facade is crumbling? Now that I'm your prisoner, I wonder what you're going to do to me?" She purred at him.
"Are you going to bind my limbs and throw me in solitary? Chop me into tiny pieces, like what happened in China? Or perhaps, you'll pin me down and rape me like some savage?"
Goredolf flushed, and took a step back from her. "What? No, no, I'm just referring to your promise to temporarily cooperate with us."
Koyanskaya pouted at him.
"Is that all you've got to say, Goredolf?" She giggled, her yellow eyes sparkling with mischief. "You know, I had thought you were more of a man than this. After all, you're the one who's supposed to be in charge here."
Her voice was like a caress, a sweet yet taunting whisper that danced around the edges of his ears, setting his blood alight with a mix of anger and arousal. He clenched his fists, trying to ignore the growing bulge in his pants.
"But it seems you're just as much of a coward as the rest of them." She took a step closer, her voluptuous chest brushing against his arm. "You're too scared to even touch me, aren't you?"
Goredolf's cheeks burned with embarrassment. He had never felt so small in his entire life. Here was this creature, this temptress, throwing herself at him, and all he could do was stumble over his words like a foolish schoolboy.
"On second thoughts, I'm not sure you can be trusted," Goredolf replied and followed it with a nervous laugh he couldn't bottle up. "Perhaps I will interrogate you more in private." Goredolf intended it to be an empty threat, just to see her off balance for once, to make her uncomfortable. He knew she was just a tease and assumed she would backpedal once he fought back. She had pretended to be interested in him for a year, and never once allowed him to so much as hold her hand.
Koyanskaya sneered at his response. "Please," she scoffed. "As if you are enough of a man to do anything to me. I'd hardly feel your two inch pecker. Your version of an interrogation would be giving me a croissant and then threatening to not let me eat another bite, unless I talked."
Goredolf's face turned redder than a ripe tomato at her insult. He had been humiliated repeatedly since getting involved with Chaldea, but never was an attack on his person- so well, personal. He had even considered using that method!His jaw clenched, and he took a deep breath, trying to maintain some semblance of dignity. "Why, you...you..." He sputtered, unable to form a coherent response.
"I think that is a splendid idea, Director," Holmes interrupted.
"What..?" Goredolf questioned and Da Vinci echoed the sentiment.
"The Director has a way with words, his simple mind working to his favor. Koyanskaya will also underestimate him, and because of that, she'll let more slip with just him than she would with either of us here," Holmes explained. Was Goredolf being insulted? It felt like it to him.
"I'm right here, you know," Koyanskaya complained.
"And you didn't disagree with my assessment."
Koyanskaya huffed in response, but didn't deny it.
"That's ridiculous!" Goredolf protested. This whole scenario was outlandish, surely Holmes wasn't actually suggesting...? He would never do that to her! He was a gentleman. Sure, he might want to, and his penis might be especially hard right now, but he would never do more than try to scare her! Toole had raised him proper, not like some savage.
Da Vinci nodded in agreement. "It wouldn't be safe. Leaving the Director alone with her is asking for trouble."
"Koyanskaya won't hurt him," Ritsuka spoke up, her voice soft but firm. And that was all there was to it. Ritsuka's instincts had to be perfect to survive all that she did since Goredolf became director. Even more so, to survive the Incineration of Humanity and defeat an Evil of Humanity- apparently she had even defeated two others before he became Director! And she beat another one last week! If Ritsuka thought that Koyanskaya wasn't a danger, then who were they to argue? She was right about her in the prior Lostbelt, despite his misgivings, and she was almost certainly right again. "She's not our enemy."
"Ms. Ritsuka is right," Holmes stated the obvious. "Koyanskaya has nothing to gain by harming the Director. She needs our continued protection in this Lostbelt, and she won't do anything to jeopardize that."
"Oh shut up, pretender," Koyanskaya grumbled. "I have plenty to gain- not having my flawless skin tarnished by a flea for one."
"Fine," Da Vinci dragged out the word as if she was a child being forced to play nice. "Goredolf will interrogate Koyanskaya on his own, but if we don't hear from him in an hour, we'll send in Ritsuka to recover him and subdue Koyanskaya." She turned to Ritsuka with a grimace. "I know you're tired, but I'm afraid we're gonna need you and Mash on standby in case anything happens. You can rest once things are a bit safer."
Ritsuka and Mash didn't protest, of course they wouldn't. They were more than used to this life, and never did complain, even when Goredolf first was appointed. The entirety of humanity had been wiped out- Chaldea conquered by Koyanskaya and she had hardly flinched. She had gone out to the field in the cold wastelands of Russia, faced an unknown threat and prevailed. Goredolf wanted to protest, but couldn't. This was his idea after all.
Goredolf led her to his room on the Storm Border, his steps heavy with dread and anticipation. What exactly was he supposed to be doing here? Did Holmes really want him to rape her? It couldn't be. That wasn't the kind of man he was. Holmes was a good man, Goredolf had clearly misunderstood, too distracted by his erection. No, he just needed to get more information, that was all.
Once the door was closed behind them, Goredolf turned to face her, his expression stern. "Look, I'm not going to force myself on you, we can just talk."
Koyanskaya giggled, "Oh, I'm so relieved. I thought you were going to try to prove your manhood by taking what you want from me."
"I said I wouldn't!" Goredolf snapped. "Just tell me about how you serve the Foreign God."
Koyanskaya leaned against the wall, her arms folded under her chest, making her voluminous breasts press together and spill out of her dress. She smirked at his flustered state. "Maybe if you asked nicer," she suggested sweetly. "Actually try asking ruder, show me that you're a man, Your Excellency."
Goredolf's fists tightened at his sides. He was tired of her games, tired of her belittling him. His pride was wounded, and his self-control was slipping. He took a step closer to her, his voice low and gruff. "I said, tell me about your involvement with the Foreign God," he demanded.
Koyanskaya's eyes sparkled with mischief as she took a step closer to him, her pink tail flicking from side to side. "Or what, Your Excellency?" she whispered. "What will you do to me if I don't cooperate?"
He swallowed hard, feeling the blood rush to his face. He had never wanted to prove himself to anyone as badly as he did right now. Without thinking, he whispered. "I'll take you." Goredolf then coughed to try to hide the thought that slipped out against his will. "Nothing, you just won't be able to rely on our protection during the next cycle."
Koyanskaya completely ignored the empty threat that Goredolf had tried to correct himself with. "Oh, I know you won't do anything to me, Your Excellency," she said with a smug grin. "I could've sworn I heard you say, I'd rape you, but I must be mistaken." She sneered at him. "Afterall, the esteemed Goredolf Musik is far too much of a limp-dicked loser to do anything like that."
"Stop talking about my penis!"
Goredolf's voice was a mix of annoyance and embarrassment, but there was something else in it too - something more animalistic.
Koyanskaya smirked, her eyes shimmering with the thrill of the hunt. This was simply too much fun to rile him up. "Oh, so you do care," she said, taking another step closer. "I guess I was right all along. You're just a sad little man with a sad little dick."
"I'll show you," Goredolf muttered under his breath, his fists clenching and unclenching at his sides. He had had enough of her taunts, enough of her teasing. He took a deep breath and stepped closer to her, his eyes boring into hers with a newfound determination. "You've crossed the line, Koyanskaya."
Koyanskaya's smirk grew wider, her eyes gleaming with excitement. "Oh? And what will you do about it, Your Excellency?" she challenged, her voice a seductive purr.
With trembling hands, Goredolf reached for the belt around his waist. The sound of the leather unbuckling echoed through the small, enclosed space of his cabin. The tension in the air thickened as the last clasp gave way, and the belt slithered through the loops of his trousers. He slid it out, the heavy metal hitting the floor with a thud that seemed to resonate through both of them.
The pink haired kitsune watched lazily as Goredolf's fingers fumbled with the button of his pants, his face red with a mix of anger and desire. He was trying to play it cool, but she could see the bulge straining against the fabric of his trousers. The sight of it made her swallow nervously.
Finally, the button gave way, and he pulled his zipper down, the sound seemingly deafening in the quiet room. His cock sprang free, thick and hard, the tip glistening with pre-cum. It was a stark contrast to his otherwise unremarkable body. He looked up at her, his eyes filled with a hunger she had never seen before. But he was shaking, not with anger, but fear. Of rejection. Or being teased for being as small as she had claimed. She had every intention of doing just that as he removed his pants. Alas, Koyanskaya could not lie.
Her eyes widened, and she took a step back, her heart racing. She had never seen anything like it before. "Your... Your Excellency, I..." she stuttered, unsure of what to say.
This was the first time that Goredolf had seen Koyanskaya off balance. Was she that surprised by him? Or was she just surprised by his sudden boldness? Either way, he wasn't going to let the moment slip away. "What is your role in the Foreign God's plan?" he demanded.
Koyanskaya couldn't help herself, she laughed at that, her composure immediately regained at his response. "Really?" She asked incredulously. "You have your... thing out... and you ask me about that? I guess you really are just a weak-willed cuck."
Goredolf's face grew redder than a cherry, and he felt a mix of embarrassment and anger. But his body was responding in a way that was beyond his control. His cock was throbbing, begging for attention, and he couldn't help but let out a low growl of frustration. "I'm not playing games with you anymore," he said, his voice firm. "You're going to tell me what I need to know."
"Oh no!" Koyanskaya cried in mock distress. "Are you going to rape me if I don't?" She then scoffed at the thought. "Please, you are too much of a beta for that."
"I won't ask again," Goredolf blustered.
"And I won't give you a different response, so it appears we are at an impasse, unless you grow some balls and force me to talk."
"You want to be raped so bad?" Goredolf questioned before nodding to himself. "Fine then."
With a swiftness that surprised even him, he grabbed her by the wrist and yanked her towards the bed. He watched with a smoldering gaze as she stumbled over her own feet, trying to pull away, her eyes wide with fear. "Wait! Your Excellency!" she called out, her voice a high-pitched squeak.
But Goredolf's mind was made up. He was tired of her games, tired of being the butt of her jokes. He was going to show her that he was not a man to be trifled with. He was going to make her regret ever crossing him, ever looking down on him.
He pushed her onto the bed, his grip on her shoulders tight. "You want this?" he growled. "You want to be used like the whore you are?"
Koyanskaya's eyes widened in surprise and fear as she looked up at him. "No, Director Goredolf," she whimpered. "I didn't mean it like that. We were just having fun! No need to take it so seriously!"
But Goredolf's grip was like iron, and he wasn't listening. He climbed onto the bed, straddling her stomach, his cock bobbing in the air above her face. "You're going to regret ever teasing me," he said through gritted teeth. "Or you can tell me what the Foreign God's plan is. Your choice."
"I can't do that," Koyanskaya whispered. "But, you don't have to do this. Please, Goredolf," she pleaded, her voice trembling.
Ignoring her protests, Goredolf leaned in closer, his cock nudging her cheek. "Make your choice," he hissed.
The reality of the situation hit her, and she realized that she had pushed him too far. Her eyes went wide, and she opened her mouth to plead for mercy, to forsake her pride, but before she could utter another word, he shoved his massive cock down her throat. The suddenness of it took her by surprise, and she gagged, her eyes watering as she struggled to breathe around his girth.
Goredolf's grip on her head tightened, and he began to thrust, his hips moving in a steady rhythm as he face-fucked her. The sound of her gagging and choking filled the room, muffled by his thick shaft. He had never felt so powerful before, so in control. It was intoxicating.
Her hands clawed at his thighs, trying to push him away, but he was relentless. Each thrust was deeper than the last, and she could feel his balls slapping against her chin. Her mind raced, trying to think of a way out of this situation, but she had no leverage. She was at his mercy.
And yet, despite the fear and the degradation, she felt something else. Something that she had not felt since she was her previous self. It was a strange mix of excitement and arousal that she hadn't experienced since she had lost her true form. Her body responded to his dominance, her cheeks flushing with a mix of anger and unwanted pleasure.
"Goredolf, please," she gagged out around his cock, her voice barely audible. But Goredolf didn't stop. He was lost in the moment, driven by a fierce need to conquer this enigma that had taunted him for so long. His strokes grew faster, more forceful, and she could feel his member swelling even larger in her mouth.
Koyanskaya's eyes watered, and she desperately wanted to pull away, but she had enough experience with men to know that being resistant made them only want her more. Instead, she began to tentatively move her tongue along his shaft, trying to please him. She had never felt so vulnerable before at the hands of such a big cock, not even as her prior self, and it was exhilarating. The taste of his precum was faintly sweet, and she found herself craving more.
Goredolf's breath grew ragged as he felt her tongue on him, and he knew he wouldn't last much longer. He had never been with a woman before, and the feeling of her mouth on him was overwhelming. He pulled out with a wet pop, his cock shiny with her saliva. "You want more?" he taunted, his voice thick with lust.
"Yes," she choked out, her eyes glazed over with desire. She wished she could honestly say that it was a lie, she didn't want more, she wanted to leave, but she didn't know if that was true anymore. He was so big, and Tamamo's existed to be a good wife. She might be Tamamo vitch Koyanskaya, but she was also still from the same root, and that part of her existed deep down.
With a smirk, Goredolf leaned in and whispered, "Good girl," before he slammed his cock back into her mouth. The confidence from him was new, and incredibly arousing. This time, she was ready for it, and she took him deeper, her throat stretching around his massive girth. She felt a strange sense of pride at being able to take all of him, despite some of her apprehension and the bile rising in her throat.
He grunted in satisfaction, his eyes never leaving hers as he continued to fuck her face. She could feel the muscles in her neck straining, but she didn't care. All she could think about was the power she had given him, and the strange thrill it brought her to see him lose control. And the power she felt in being his consort.
The room was filled with the sounds of his hips slapping against her face, her muffled moans, and the occasional gag. It was a symphony of depravity that Goredolf had never experienced before. And as the moments stretched on, she began to realize that she didn't just want to survive this encounter; she wanted to make it pleasurable for both of them.
Her hands stopped pushing against his thighs and instead reached up to grip his hips, pulling him closer as she began to deep-throat him with more enthusiasm. The saliva coating his shaft only made him more eager, and he felt his orgasm building. He could see the tears in her eyes, and the way her body was trembling beneath him, but she didn't fight back. Instead, she took it, her eyes locked on his, almost begging for more.
Finally, unable to hold back any longer, Goredolf came with a roar, filling her mouth with his hot seed. She swallowed as best she could, but some of it spilled out onto her chin and chest, staining her dress. He pulled out, panting heavily, his cock still twitching with the aftershocks of his climax.
Koyanskaya lay there, her mouth open and her eyes watering, as she caught her breath. He stared down at her, his chest heaving. "You liked that," he accused, his voice still gruff with desire.
Her eyes narrowed, and she licked her lips, savoring the taste of him. "Please, like I'd be pleased by your twig," she taunted playfully. He was of course correct. Despite the fear and the humiliation, she had enjoyed it more than she ever thought possible.
"So, are you going to tell me what I want to know?" Goredolf panted, his chest heaving from the exertion.
"Hardly, you'll have to do some more convincing," she taunted, hoping to unleash that beast inside him again.
Goredolf stared at her, his chest still heaving from his exertion. He was torn between anger and arousal. He had never felt this way before, never been so consumed by his own desires. With a snarl, he grabbed her by her hips and flipped her onto her knees, her plump ass in the air, her tail waving like a flag. "If that's what you want," he growled, "then you'll get it."
Koyanskaya's eyes went wide with shock as she felt Goredolf's hand smack down on her ass. It was a firm, stinging blow that made her yelp. But instead of fighting him, she found herself pushing back against his touch, her body naturally wanting to submit. He slapped her again, and again, each blow sending a shockwave of pleasure through her body. Her cheeks burned red, and she bit her lip to muffle her cries.
Goredolf's eyes never left her body as he watched her react to his punishment. The sight of her squirming beneath his hand was more than he could handle, and he felt his cock swell back to its full length. "You're going to tell me," he murmured, his voice thick with lust. "One way or another."
"Your Excellency," she whispered, her voice shaking with arousal. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to..." It was just a game to her now.
He didn't let her finish. He lined his cock up with her tight, wet pussy and slammed into her without warning. She screamed, the pain and pleasure mixing into a symphony that made her head spin. Her walls clamped down around him, and he knew that she was just as turned on as he was.
He began to fuck her hard, his hips pistoning into her with a ferocity that she had never felt before, with any of her other partners. Every thrust sent her body into a frenzy, and she could feel her orgasm building. Her nipples were rock hard, and her tail twitched in excitement. Despite her fear and the power dynamic at play, she had never felt more alive. Koyanskaya had been with many men in her long and multiple lives, but none of them had ever made her feel this way. She was used to being the one in control, the one who dictated the terms of their encounters. But here she was, being used by Goredolf, and she couldn't get enough of it. This wasn't her first time letting the man lead, but it had never been like this- even in China.
Goredolf reached around and grabbed one of her large breasts, squeezing it roughly as he continued to pound into her. His other hand found her clit, and he began to rub it in circles, his thumb applying just the right amount of pressure to drive her wild.
"Tell me," he grunted, his strokes growing more erratic. "Who are the Alter Egos?"
"I can't," she moaned, her voice strained. "But, I want more. I need more of your cock."
Her words only served to spur him on. He grabbed her hips tighter and increased his pace, his cock plunging into her again and again. He could feel her body tightening around him, her orgasm approaching. And with each thrust, the tension grew, the anticipation building until it was almost unbearable.
Finally, with a scream that was half pleasure and half agony, Koyanskaya came, her body convulsing around Goredolf's cock. He felt the wetness increase around him, and his own orgasm was close. "Who are they?" he demanded again, his voice a low growl.
"I can't," she panted. "But...but I'll tell you something else."
Goredolf stopped, his cock still buried deep inside her. "What?" he asked, his voice a mix of anger and desperation.
"The Crypters," she began, her voice shaking. She had not sworn to not share this part, and so it was free ground for her to concede, even if she didn't want to. "The Foreign God only wanted Wodime." She had to give him something, had to get more of this- more of his glorious cock.
That was more than he had expected, and for a moment, Goredolf was at a loss for words. What was he supposed to do with this information? He had also never seen her so... vulnerable. It was intoxicating. "What about the Alter Egos?" he asked, his throat very dry, even as he continued to thrust into her. In the end, he decided that Holmes could figure out the meaning of such a statement, he was just happy that he had gotten something from her after all this. After he had fallen to her temptations. He had contributed to Chaldea! Not just as a figurehead, or a leader that he didn't feel he was. He had brought them new and probably useful information!
Her walls clenched around him, and she moaned, "Your Excellency, please, I've told you all I can." But her body was telling a different story. Her hips rocked back to meet his, her tail brushing his stomach with every thrust.
Goredolf's eyes gleamed. He knew he had her, and the power was heady. "You're mine now," he whispered, his voice low and commanding. "You like this."
With renewed vigor, he slammed into her, his hips moving in a furious rhythm that echoed the pounding of his heart. Her body was a warm, wet sheath around him, and he could feel her muscles tightening as she approached another climax. Her moans grew louder, and she began to claw at the bed, her nails digging into the fabric as she begged for more.
Goredolf leaned down, his breath hot against her neck, and sucked at the skin there. Her cries grew louder, her body trembling beneath his as he pounded into her with a ferocity that surprised even him. His hand reached around, finding her clit and rubbing it with a roughness that she hadn't expected. Her body responded instantly, her walls tightening around his cock as she felt another orgasm building.
Koyanskaya's eyes rolled back in her head, and she screamed out his name, her nails digging into the bed as she lost all sense of herself. It had been so long since she had felt this way, so long since she had been with someone who could make her feel so alive. Her hips bucked back to meet his, her body begging for more.
Goredolf could feel her tightening around him, her pussy gripping his cock like a vice as she neared her peak. He grunted, his strokes growing more erratic, his own climax just out of reach. For a moment, Goredolf didn't care anymore about the information, about this Lostbelt, about the madness that led to this. All that mattered was the feeling of her body beneath his, the power he had over her. That he was finally making this sultry fox his.
With one final, powerful thrust, she came again, her body shaking with the force of it. Goredolf followed her over the edge, his cock pulsing as he emptied himself into her. They lay there, panting and sweating, their bodies tangled together. For a brief moment, there was no war, no betrayal, no games. Just two people lost in the throes of passion.
As their breathing slowed, Goredolf pulled out, his cock glistening with her juices. He rolled off her, onto his back, his body spent and his mind racing. What had just happened? He had never done anything like that. He felt a mix of confidence and disgust at what had occurred. He had gotten new information from her, but he had also done horrible things to her. He had forced himself on her, what was wrong with him?
Goredolf stood up without looking at Koyanskaya. "Where do you think you are going?" The seductress purred her demand. He felt himself shiver in spite of his newfound resolve to ignore her advances.
"Err- uh I was going to go speak with my Administrative Advisor," he stammered. "They'll want to know how the interrogation went."
"Not until we're finished," she purred, her eyes gleaming with mischief as she reached for his cock. It was still partially erect, a testament to how much he wanted her. He tried to pull away, but she was stronger than her womanly frame suggested- being an Alter Ego and all. Her tail swished behind her as she pulled him back down onto the bed.
Her hand was closed around his shaft, stroking it gently, and he couldn't help but let out a low groan. "Your Excellency," she whispered, her breath hot against his ear. "I think we've only just begun."
Koyanskaya straddled him, her legs on either side of his hips, as she leaned over him and planted her hands on his shoulders. Her breasts hung in his face, and he couldn't help but latch onto one, sucking her nipple into his mouth as she guided his cock back inside her. The sensation of her tight pussy from this new angle was incredible, and despite his earlier climax, he found himself growing hard again in a matter of seconds.
This time, she took the lead, rocking her hips back and forth in a slow, deliberate motion that had him groaning with pleasure. Her nails dug into his chest, just far enough to draw blood that oddly served to excite him further. He could feel her wetness coating his cock, her body accepting him fully.
Koyanskaya's eyes bore into his, and she smirked. "You enjoy this, don't you?" she whispered, her voice dripping with sweet satisfaction. "You enjoyed raping your slutty fox into giving you information?"
Goredolf felt a flush rise to his cheeks. He had enjoyed it more than he cared to admit. Her body was a symphony of pleasure, and he had been the one conducting it. He couldn't deny the power it had given him, nor the thrill of watching her submit to his will. "I-I did," he murmured, his voice still hoarse from their earlier exertions.
"Good," she purred, leaning in to kiss him. Her lips were soft and warm, and tasted faintly of his own 's cock grew even harder, and he wrapped his arms around her, pulling her closer. The kiss grew more passionate, their tongues dueling in a dance that left them both breathless. He had never done anything like this with anyone before, especially not someone who had once tried to kill him.
Koyanskaya broke the kiss, a knowing smile playing on her lips. "Now, tell me, Your Excellency," she breathed into his ear, her breath hot and moist. "What else do you want from me?"
He didn't know what to say. He had never been in a situation like this, where his desires were so raw and unbridled. But as he looked into her eyes, he knew he wanted more. He wanted to possess her fully, to claim her as his own. "I want everything," he growled, his voice filled with a need that surprised even him. "And I want to know about who the Alter Egos are." He added the last part at the last second, ashamed by letting his lust control him.
She laughed at his insistence. "The only thing you'll want when I'm done with you is me." And then she kicked things up a notch.
Her hips began to move in a blur, grinding against his cock in a way that was both mesmerizing and maddening. He could feel her inner muscles fluttering around him, as if trying to milk every drop of pleasure from his body. Her eyes never left his, and the look of challenge in them only fueled his desire.
The room was filled with the slap of skin on skin and the wet sounds of their fucking. The smell of sex hung heavy in the air, mixing with the faint scent of her fur and the more prominent scent of their sweat. The only sounds were their gasps and moans, the bed squeaking under their combined weight, and the occasional clink of her jewelry against his ornamented jacket.
He watched as her breasts bounced with every thrust, her nipples hard and pink from his earlier attention. Her glasses had slid down her nose, giving her an innocent look that was entirely at odds with the wanton creature on top of him. Goredolf couldn't believe this was happening, but he didn't want it to stop. He reached up, pushing her glasses back into place, and she leaned into his touch, purring like a contented cat.
His hands moved down to grab her ass, his fingers digging into the soft flesh as he met her rhythm. Goredolf's eyes widened as he watched her bounce on his cock, her pink hair cascading down her back, the tips fluttering with each movement. He had never seen anything so erotic, so...right. The power she had over him was intoxicating, and he didn't want it to end.
Her movements grew more erratic, her moans louder, and Goredolf knew she was close again. He tightened his grip, his thumbs brushing her asshole, and she gasped, her eyes going wide. She liked that? If she did, then Goredolf had no problem with giving it to her. He slid one thumb into her tight hole, feeling her tense around him, and began to massage it in time with his thrusts.
Koyanskaya's eyes rolled back, and she threw her head back, her mouth opening in a silent scream of pleasure. Her pussy tightened around him like a vice, and he could feel her muscles contracting, milking him for all he was worth. She was close, so close, and Goredolf knew she wouldn't last much longer.
He slammed into her, his cock hitting her cervix with each thrust, and she moaned in pleasure. He could feel her getting wetter, her juices coating his cock and making every movement slick and delicious. His thumb in her ass was pushing her over the edge, and he could feel her body begging for release.
With a final, powerful thrust, she came, her pussy spasming around him as she screamed out his name. Her orgasm washed over him like a wave, pulling him under with her, but he managed to hold on. He took advantage of her pleasure to regain control over this dance of theirs.
Goredolf flipped them over, her pink hair spread out on the pillow like a crimson sea. She stared up at him with wide, lust-filled eyes as he pinned her wrists to the bed, and his cock teased her entrance. "Who are the Alter Egos?" he demanded, his voice a harsh whisper.
Her breath was ragged, her chest heaving. "I can't tell you who they are... but I can tell you who isn't one," she gasped out, her voice strained. "...Me."
Goredolf's hand moved to her ear and tugged on it, prompting a cry from the pink-haired slut underneath him. "Explain," his voice was gruff.
"I was only going along with your assumption!" She moaned out as his cock reached her cervix on his first probing thrust. "I was never an Alter-Ego, just an associate who formed a non-interference contract!"
Goredolf didn't care enough to know what exactly that meant right now, beyond the obvious, but he knew he had gotten what he needed. With a grin of triumph, he plunged back into her with renewed vigor, his cock splitting her open as it reached deeper than ever. The new position allowed him to fill her completely, and she took him in with a whimper of pleasure. Her legs wrapped around his waist, urging him deeper, her heels digging into his back.
He fucked her hard, his hips moving with the power of a man who had finally realized his own strength and superiority. Every thrust sent her body bouncing on the bed, her breasts jiggling and her pussy making wet, slapping sounds as it took his full length. Her eyes rolled back in her head, and she began to moan incoherently, her mouth open in a silent scream of pleasure.
Their bodies moved together in a dance of lust and power, each of them lost in the sensation of the other. Goredolf's strokes grew more demanding, his cock claiming her with every thrust. He could feel her tightening around him, her body begging for release. But he held back, savoring the moment.
Koyanskaya's eyes snapped open, and she met his gaze, her own filled with a mix of fear and desire. "Your Excellency," she panted, her voice barely above a whisper. "Please...make me cum again."
The words were like a trigger, and Goredolf lost all restraint. He hammered into her, his cock hitting her deepest spot with every stroke. She screamed, her nails digging into his arms as she arched off the bed. The pressure inside him grew, threatening to burst as she tightened around him.
Her orgasm hit like a meteor, a crescendo of pleasure that had them both gasping for air. Her pussy spasmed around his cock, and he could feel her juices flowing, soaking the bed beneath them. With a roar, he followed her over the edge, his cock pulsing as he filled her up with his seed.
They lay there, panting and sweating, their bodies sticky with lust. Goredolf's cock was still buried deep inside her, and she clenched around him, her muscles still pulsing with the aftershocks of pleasure.
"Tell me more about the Trees of Emptiness," he said again, his voice still thick with desire.
"As...as you wish, I'll share what I can.." she murmured, her breath hot against his neck. "But first..."
Her hand reached between them, finding his still-hard cock. "I need you to fill me again," she whispered, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "To remind me who's in charge."
Goredolf's resolve wavered for a moment, but then he nodded with a grin. Chaldea was going to be so happy and finally respect his position as Director on his own merits. "Under one condition, you claimed you only forged a non-aggression pact with the Foreign God, and that otherwise your contract is fulfilled. So forge one with us. With Ritsuka as her servant. You won't interfere in our plans to save Proper Human History, and we won't force you to break your contract with the Foreign God."
When Goredolf finally left his room, he was exhausted, having been drained to the bone by the woman who stood at his side even now. She was dressed in her Indian dress, a bit disheveled and torn in places, and clinging to his arm like a lost puppy. He tried to ignore the accusatory glare of Da Vinci and the red face of Mash- WAIT had she and Ritsuka been forced to listen the entire time? Goredolf's cheeks flushed and his gaze snapped to Holmes who looked completely unperturbed. "The Foreign God only wanted Kirschtaria Wodime, not the rest of the Crypters," he announced pompously.
He enjoyed the blank eyed stares and open mouths in shock at what he had pulled from her succulent lips. "Oh, and Koyanskaya isn't one of the Foreign God's Alter Egos, she's just their business associate who she formed a non-interference pact with."
"What? How? She told you all of that?" Da Vinci was baffled. She had expected him to at most learn why Arjuna turned on Koyanskaya, or why she couldn't use her own teleportation to leave the Lostbelt. This was so far behind any reasonable expectation.
"Husband," a somewhat familiar but sultry voice spoke up. "You forgot about that last part."
"Oh right," Goredolf chuckled and scratched the back of his head. "Koyanskaya agreed to form a non-aggression pact with Ritsuka at the earliest opportunity... and I thought I told you that we weren't married, Koyanskaya."
"Yet."
Da Vinci's eyes widened, and she swayed on her feet, her hand shooting to her mouth. The latest revelation was too much for her to handle, and with a dramatic thump, she collapsed to the floor, unconscious.
Prompt: Arcueid shows up at Shiki's school on a festival day, planning on surprising him with her presence, but she can't find Shiki anywhere. She asks a classmate of his for help finding Shiki and it happens to be his best friend, Arihiko. He agrees to help, but instead leads her to an empty classroom and pulls out his giant cock. Arcueid finds herself curious about his size.
Tags: Arcueid Brunestud/Arihiko Inui, clothes stay on, creampie, semi-public sex, cheating
Arcueid Brunestud strutted through the bustling school corridors, her eyes scanning the colorful sea of students, booths, and decorations. The scent of popcorn and cotton candy filled the air, mingling with the faint metallic tang of excitement that only a festival could bring. It all looked so fun and new! But first, she had to find Shiki. She had come to surprise Shiki Tohno, her beloved boyfriend, and was dressed in her usual outfit. Her blonde hair shimmered under the fluorescent lights, and her crimson eyes sparkled with the thrill of the unexpected. Her steps were light, despite her joy at the unfamiliar territory - she had never been to one of these human festivals before.
Arcueid bit her lip. Where was Shiki? Perhaps she should have warned him she was coming. Maybe she could ask around. She approached a group of students, who were laughing and chatting nearby, and tapped one of them on the shoulder. The boy turned around, his eyes widening slightly at the sight of her.
"Excuse me," she said, her voice soft like an angel. "Could you tell me where I might find Shiki Tohno?"
The red-haired boy, looked her up and down, his eyes lingering on her sizable curves. "You're looking for Shiki?" he asked, raising an eyebrow. "What's your name?"
"Arcueid," she said, her cheeks flushing slightly. "I'm his girlfriend."
Arihiko's smile grew broader. "No kidding? Shiki's got himself a hot one!" He chuckled, clearly enjoying the surprise. "I didn't know he had a girlfriend, especially one as beautiful as you." His tone was teasing, but there was an underlying note of genuine curiosity.
Arcueid felt a twinge of irritation at his presumptuousness, but she kept her smile in place. "Is that so?" she replied sweetly. "Well, I was planning on surprising him. Would you be so kind as to take me to him?"
Arihiko's smirk deepened. "Sure thing, Arc." She growled in response to the unasked for nickname. "I'm Arihiko Inui, his best buddy. I'd be happy to show you where he is." He took her by the hand and led her through the festival, the sounds of laughter and music fading as they strayed from the main area.
"So tell me how did you two meet? I'm shocked to find that Tohno was somehow able to land a foreign bombshell like yourself."
Arcueid's eyes lit up as she remembered the day vividly. "Shiki assaulted me!" She cheered as she rubbed at her chest. She had the widest grin on her face.
Arihiko laughed at that. "Fine, you don't have to tell me if you don't want to. Keep your secrets, I'll get the truth from Tohno later." Arcueid bit her lip in response. She had been telling him the truth...
The corridors grew quieter, the decorations sparser, until they reached a deserted classroom on the top floor. He opened the door with a flourish. "Voilà! This is where he's hiding out."
Arcueid's eyes narrowed. "Why would he be here?" she asked, suspicion creeping into her voice. "He's not here!"
"Oh, you know, the usual, he's not," Arihiko said, his smirk not faltering. "Anemia's been acting up. He had to go home early today. Poor guy." He stepped into the classroom and leaned against the whiteboard behind the teacher's desk, his arms folded across his chest.
Arcueid felt a pang of concern for Shiki, but it was quickly overridden by her anger at his so-called friend. Shiki was probably fine anyways, anemia was nothing new for him. "Why did you bring me here, then?" she asked, her eyes narrowing slightly. If he planned on ambushing her, it would go very poorly for him.
Arihiko's smirk grew into a full-fledged grin as he unbuckled his belt. "Well, you're his girlfriend, right?" He slapped his thick, hardening 14-inch cock onto the desk with a thud, making Arcueid's eyes widen in shock. "It's only fair we get to know each other better."
Arcueid took a step back, her hand flying to her mouth. "What are you doing?" she gasped, though the sparkle in her eyes betrayed a flicker of curiosity.
"We became friends because I stole his pudding from him. It wouldn't be right for me to not steal you from him too." Arihiko chuckled, his hand stroking his cock, which now stood proudly erect.
"That doesn't make any sense!" Arcueid argued, unable to remove her eyes from his cock.
"You're so cute when you're flustered," he said, his voice low and husky. "Don't worry, I won't tell Shiki about this little rendezvous."
Arcueid stared at the monstrous appendage, her mind racing. This was unexpected, but not entirely unwelcome. She had heard of humans with such... endowments, but she had never seen one in person. Not one that large at least. He was over twice Shiki's size. Her hand reached out tentatively, brushing against Arihiko's cock before pulling it back. "So, you're Shiki's best friend, huh?" she murmured, her voice a mix of innocence and intrigue. She chewed on her lip. "Well... you are Shiki's best friend... and I am his girlfriend. It is only right that we get along."
Arihiko's eyes lit up at her words, and he stepped closer, his cock jutting out even more aggressively. "Exactly what I was thinking," he said, his voice now thick with lust.
Arcueid took a deep breath, her heart racing. She had never been with anyone but Shiki, and his modest six inches was all she had ever known. But the size of Arihiko's cock was... overwhelming. It was like nothing she had ever seen, and she couldn't help but feel a thrill of excitement at the thought of taking it all in. She reached out again, her hand wrapping around his shaft tentatively. It was warm and firm, and she could feel the blood pulsing through it. She began to stroke him gently, watching his face for any sign of discomfort or pleasure.
Arihiko's expression grew more intense as she touched him, his eyes never leaving hers. "That's it," he murmured, his voice low and encouraging. "You're a natural born slut, Arc."
Her cheeks flushed a deeper shade of pink as she continued to stroke him, feeling his cock throb in her hand. It was so much larger than she had ever imagined, and she couldn't help but feel a bit intimidated. But Arihiko's words spurred her on, and she tightened her grip, moving her hand up and down more vigorously. She watched as his cock grew even harder, the veins standing out against his skin. He was obviously enjoying this, and she found herself smiling despite the situation.
But Arihiko grew impatient. He stepped closer, his hand reaching out to grasp her wrist, stilling her movements. "That's enough of that," he said, his voice now a growl. "You can get on your knees and choke on this thing, or you can bend over the desk and we'll skip to the main event. Your choice."
Arcueid's eyes widened even further at the bluntness of his words, but she found herself surprisingly turned on by his aggression. She decided to play along, her curiosity piqued by his massive cock. She leaned over the desk, her white turtleneck sweater and dark blue skirt perfectly in place. Arihiko stepped behind her, his hand tracing the curve of her waist and sliding down to her hip. With surprising strength, he tore a hole in her leggings, exposing her pale skin and the thin strip of her underwear. He hooked his thumbs into the waistband and pulled it aside, revealing her tight, pink pussy.
Arihiko's cock was already slick with pre-cum, and he didn't bother with foreplay, pushing into her without hesitation. Arcueid gasped as she felt herself being stretched around his thickness, her body trying to accommodate the unfamiliar intrusion. It was tight, so much tighter than it ever was with Shiki. She braced herself against the desk as Arihiko began to thrust, his movements fast and hard. The wood of the desk creaked with each impact, echoing through the empty classroom.
Her breasts bounced with every thrust, the fabric of her sweater straining against the soft flesh. Arihiko's hands gripped her hips, his nails digging into her skin as he drove himself deeper. She bit her lip to keep from crying out, not wanting to be heard by any passersby. Despite her initial shock, she found herself enjoying the feeling of being filled so completely. The pleasure built within her, coiling tighter and tighter with each movement.
As Arihiko continued to pound into her, Arcueid felt the first stirrings of an orgasm approaching. She had never experienced one so quickly before, but there was something about the raw power behind his thrusts that sent her over the edge. She gripped the desk tightly, her nails leaving large gouges in the wood as she climaxed around him, her pussy spasming with pleasure. Arihiko grunted, and kept thrusting without slowing down at all.
"Shh," he chastised, slapping her ass firmly. "We're in a school, Arcueid. Try to keep it down."
The sound of skin meeting skin echoed through the classroom, briefly muffling the sounds of the festival outside. Arcueid bit her lip, nodding. She had forgotten herself in the moment, the pleasure Arihiko's monstrous cock brought her was unlike anything she had ever felt before. Her legs trembled as she tried to keep her moans quiet, her mind completely absent of thought.
Arihiko, however, was a machine who did not slow down at all. His strokes remained steady, powerful, and relentless. Each thrust sent waves of pleasure crashing through Arcueid's body, making her toes curl in her boots. She felt like a ragdoll in his strong grip, her body moving in time with his thrusts despite her efforts to stay still. Her breath hitched in her throat, and she bit her lip to keep from screaming out as another orgasm washed over her.
The desk began to wobble with their fervent activity, papers and pencils scattered across the floor. The scent of sex began to fill the room, mixing with the faint smell of chalk dust and old textbooks. Arcueid's eyes rolled back in her head as Arihiko's cock hit all the right spots, bringing her to climax after climax. She had never felt anything like this before, and she couldn't help but think how much she wanted to feel this with Shiki. But she couldn't- he would never be so large. So powerful.
Her breaths grew shallower, and she tried to keep her moans to a whisper, the fear of discovery adding to the thrill. Arihiko's grip on her hips tightened as he pumped into her- she barely felt his fingers digging into her hard enough to bruise a normal woman. His movements grew more erratic as he approached his own peak. Despite his obvious enjoyment, she felt a twinge of disappointment that he wasn't as affected by her as she was by him. She was used to Shiki losing control, his body shaking as he came inside her. But Arihiko remained stoic, his heavy breathing the only indication of his pleasure.
Arcueid's thoughts grew hazy, her senses overwhelmed by the sensation of his cock filling her completely. She had never felt so... so full before. Her pussy was stretched to its limits, and she could feel every inch of him as he slammed into her. The fabric of her leggings and underwear rubbed against her sensitive skin, adding to the sensation. She pushed back against him, trying to take him even deeper, and he groaned in approval, his strokes becoming even more forceful.
The desk beneath her began to creak and groan under the strain of their passionate encounter. Arihiko's hips smacked against her ass with a sound that was music to her ears. The wood was sturdy, but even it had its limits. As Arihiko's thrusts grew more erratic, the desk started to wobble, the legs scraping against the floor with every impact. Arcueid clenched her fists, her nails digging into the wood, as she felt another orgasm building.
With a final, powerful thrust, Arihiko's cock hit a spot inside her that made her see stars. She cried out, unable to muffle the sound this time, and in her passion, she gripped the desk and lost control of her strength. The wood splintered under her grasp, and with a deafening crack, the desk gave way, collapsing beneath them. Arihiko's cock remained buried inside her as they tumbled to the floor, his body laying on top of hers, as she laid in the rubble.
"What the fuck?" Arihiko whispered, his voice strained with shock. He looked down at the ruined desk, then back at Arcueid, who was panting heavily, her face flushed and sweat glistening on her forehead. "Guess it was old," he murmured, a hint of awe in his voice. He couldn't believe he had fucked her hard enough to do that.
Arcueid giggled nervously, her cheeks even redder than before. "Sorry," she murmured, not willing to look behind her and back at him. "I guess I got a bit carried away."
Arihiko chuckled, his cock still hard inside her. He didn't seem to mind the desk's demise. "That was fucking hot! Man I actually fucked Shiki's girlfriend hard enough to break the desk! I thought that was only a thing in doujins!" He resumed his rhythm, pushing himself up on his arms to get better leverage. The new angle made her moan louder, and Arihiko took it as a challenge to keep her quiet.
Arcueid's ass was now facing up, and her face was pressed into the splinters of wood. She could feel the sharp edges digging into her cheek, but it wasn't going to break her invulnerable skin, so it just tickled. Her body was singing with pleasure, and she had to bite her lip to keep from screaming out as Arihiko's massive cock slammed into her again and again. She had never felt so much pleasure, so full.
The sound of their bodies slapping together grew louder and more frantic, and she could feel Arihiko's grip tightening on her hips. His breath was hot and ragged in her ear, and she knew he was close. The thought of him filling her with his cum was intoxicating, and she pushed back into him, urging him on.
With a final, powerful thrust, Arihiko let out a roar and filled her up with his seed. Arcueid's pussy clenched around him, milking every last drop as he shot deep inside her. The feeling was indescribable, and she came again, her body shaking with the force of it. Arihiko's cock throbbed inside her, his climax long and intense.
As he pulled out, Arcueid felt a slight sadness. The emptiness was sudden and stark, but she knew she had to keep going. She had to keep this secret from Shiki. She couldn't let him find out about this. She looked up at Arihiko, his cock still rock hard despite just finishing. How did he have no refractory period?
"Clean me up," Arihiko demanded, his voice still thick with desire. He grabbed a handful of her hair and gently pulled her face towards his cock, now slick with their combined juices.
Arcueid ripped herself from his grip. "No... I can't do that." She would not tempt herself like that. Her vampiric impulses were under control- she would never drink blood. But she also was not so stupid as to put something so obviously delicious in her mouth. Her eyes drifted over to an unoccupied chair in the front row of desks. "Sit down, and I'll ride you," she offered, her voice still breathy from their recent encounter. She didn't want this to end yet.
Arihiko raised an eyebrow at her challenge, but did as he was told, his cock still standing tall and proud. He sat in the metal chair, his legs spread wide as Arcueid straddled him, her skirt riding up around her waist.
Arcueid looked down at Arihiko, her cheeks still flushed from their earlier encounter. She felt a strange mix of emotions: excitement, fear, and a touch of guilt. But she pushed those feelings aside, focusing instead on the task at hand. She took his cock in her hand again, feeling the heat and the pulse of it. He was still hard, and she was still wet.
With a grace that belied the awkwardness of the situation, she lowered herself onto him, his cock sliding into her perfectly despite her tightness. He was huge and she was surprised at how easily she took him. Arihiko's eyes widened in amazement as she began to bounce on his cock, her breasts jiggling in her sweater with each movement.
The chair groaned under their combined weight, the metal protesting the force of their passion. The sound was music to Arihiko's ears, a symphony of desire that only grew louder as Arcueid's moans began to fill the room. He reached up to cup her breasts, feeling the softness of her flesh through the fabric of her sweater. He wanted so badly to rip it open and bury his face in her cleavage, so he did just that.
Her eyes widened as he tore the sweater open, but she didn't protest. Instead, she leaned into his touch, her nipples hardening under his palms. Arihiko pinched them gently, rolling them between his thumbs and forefingers as she continued to ride him. He had torn a hole in the sweater like a brute, ruining her favorite top, but leaving it on. Her bra pushed aside so he could have his way with her.
The chair squealed in protest with every bounce, the metal legs scraping against the floor. Arcueid's eyes widened with every thrust, her teeth digging into her lower lip to keep her moans to a whisper. It was thrilling to think they could be caught at any moment, but the risk only heightened her arousal. Arihiko's hands roamed over her body, touching and squeezing every part of her.
With a final, powerful bounce, the chair gave out beneath them. It was a loud, unmistakable sound, and Arihiko's eyes went wide. As they fell to the floor, Arihiko's cock slipped out of her pussy, and she watched in awe as he came at the sudden jolt, spurts of cum shooting out in front of her and high in the air. It splattered across her now exposed breasts, and some even got high enough to cover her right cheek. Her eyes remained locked onto his through the orgasm, her expression showing nothing but pure unadulterated desire..
Arihiko laughed, his voice low and raspy. "Guess I really didn't know my own strength," he murmured, his eyes filled with mischief. "Only fucking Shiki's girlfriend could make me do something like that. First the desk and now a chair! Man I'm awesome!" He didn't realize that it was Arcueid's vampiric strength that had destroyed the chair- and the desk. To him, it was just a testament to his own virility.
He didn't bother to clean her up, instead picking her up effortlessly. She wrapped her legs around his waist, his cock still rock-hard and nestled between her thighs. He walked them over to the large window overlooking the school courtyard, where the festival was in full swing. The glass was cool against her skin as he pressed her against it, the fabric of her torn sweater brushing against the glass as her breasts pushed out the hole he had made in it. He held her there, his hands tight on her hips, and slammed back into her, the force of his thrusts making her gasp.
The sensation of the cold glass against her hot skin was exhilarating, and she felt even more exposed than she had before. People were dancing and playing outside, completely oblivious to the illicit activity happening just a few feet away. She could see their figures in clear detail from their spot on the top floor, and the thought of being caught only made her more excited. Arihiko's eyes bore into hers, his pupils dilated with lust.
He thrust his full length into her prompting a moan to escape her lips which she quickly stifled with her hand. Arcueid's eyes widened as she felt the cold glass press against her breasts. He thrust into her, and her breasts thrust in the glass, falling back when he pulled back. Her sensitive nipples rubbed against the cold surface causing Arcueid to shudder with pleasure. Every thrusts further tore at the thread holding her sweater together, the hole in the chest getting larger and larger. Arihiko's hands remained tight around her waist, his grip leaving bruises that she knew she would cherish in secret.
"Who's bigger? Me or Shiki?" he growled, his hips smacking into her with the force of a battering ram.
"You," she gasped, turning over her shoulder to look at his face. She had never felt so exposed, so used, and yet so alive. The glass was cold, and the pressure against her breasts was almost painful, but she liked it. It was a reminder that this was real, that she was living in this moment.
"And who fucks you better?" he demanded, his strokes becoming more erratic as his climax approached.
"You," she whispered, her voice strained. It was true. Despite her love for Shiki, Arihiko's size and power was something she hadn't experienced before, and it was intoxicating. He grunted in satisfaction, his eyes darkened with lust. She could not get enough of this wonderful perfect cock inside of her.
With a final, powerful thrust, Arihiko came inside her, filling her with his hot seed. He held her there, her body impaled on his cock, as she moaned in bliss. Arcueid's cervix tensed around him, her muscles clenching as she reached another orgasm. As he withdrew, she slid down his body, her legs wobbly. She looked up at him, her eyes glazed over with passion, and whispered, "You're so much... more than I ever expected."
Arihiko smirked, his chest heaving from the exertion. "Guess that means you're mine now, right?" He leaned in close, his breath warm on her neck. "You can't go back to boring ol' Shiki Tohno after this."
Arcueid's eyes flared, and she pushed him away with barely controlled strength. He stumbled back a few steps and fell onto the ground. "What? No! I love Shiki!" she exclaimed, her voice a mix of shock and anger. "This... this was just... I don't know what this was, but it doesn't change anything!"
Surprise flickered across Arihiko's face, quickly replaced by a smug grin despite being forced to look up at her. "Oh, so you're just a cheating slut, then?" he taunted. To be fair, it was easy to see why he was so smug, with the way her eyes kept drifting down to his still hard cock and given the view he had of her torn shirt and the splatters of his cum on her skin and dripping down her leg.. "My cheating slut, at that."
Her eyes narrowed. "I'm not a slut, and I'm not yours," she spat back, her voice firm despite the tremble in her chest. "But... I'm not saying I don't want to do this again."
Arihiko's grin widened. "So, you're a cheating slut with a taste for the forbidden fruit," he said, his voice low and teasing. He stood up and in one move closed the distance between them, tracing a finger along her jawline. "I can live with that."
She slapped his hand away. "Don't get any ideas," she warned, her voice still shaky. "I'm with Shiki, and I'm not breaking up with him. Ever. I love him and only him. I'd kill you to be with him and I wouldn't think twice about it." She was being entirely truthful.
He shrugged, his cock still erect. "Can't blame a guy for trying," he said, with a laugh. "But if you ever want to play again, just say the word. I had too much fun to not want to do that again."
Arcueid nodded, her heart racing. She couldn't believe what had just happened. But as she looked at Arihiko, her thoughts began to twist. It was just sex, she told herself. Just a bit of fun. Shiki would never know. It didn't change how she felt about him. Her love for Shiki was pure and true, unshaken by her carnal needs. She was Shiki's boyfriend and in a few days, he would probably propose and they would get married! She might have to fuck herself silly on that big dick regularly, but it didn't change how she felt about Shiki. It couldn't! They were connected on a deeper level than carnal pleasure- he had killed her and made her alive! Nothing could ever compare to that. She nodded and then walked past Arihiko towards the classroom door with every intention of going to the Tohno mansion and visiting Shiki.
"Where are you going Arc," a voice called over her shoulder. Arcueid slowly turned around to see that Arihiko was still standing there, his cock was once again standing tall and proud, not even slightly diminished from his earlier climax.
Her eyes widened, she hadn't noticed that he hadn't gone down yet. "I need to find Shiki, and... clean up." she replied, her voice quivering slightly.
But Arihiko wasn't listening, his eyes were glued to her chest, the sweater hanging open, her bra askew, and the cum staining the fabric. He took a step closer, his cock bobbing with every step. "You can't leave yet," he said, his voice a mix of arousal and determination. "Not until I've had my fill of you."
Arcueid's body betrayed her, a warmth spreading through her core as she felt his eyes on her. She bit her lip, torn between her love for Shiki and the raw desire for Arihiko's monstrous cock. She knew she couldn't resist, not when it was right there, begging for her attention. "Fine," she sighed. Arcueid strutted over to another unoccupied desk and bent over it, presenting her ass to him, the hole in her leggings still gaping open. "But you're fucking my ass this time."
Arihiko grinned.
A/N: Mindbreak is weird to write, because no matter what it will feel out of character. I actually think Shinji/Rin worked decently for Rin, but the change was still way too abrupt. I hate the notion that Rin would resort to being a whore to have gems as early on as she did, but she also is obligated to choose her magecraft above all else. Given that her father chose their magecraft over Sakura, and that would be spitting on her sister. I also think the fandom overrates the price of her magecraft- she canonically gets her gems from jewelry in pawn shops and like it's also not much to buy in bulk uncut gems online. Went with it being that expensive to make the prompt to work, but it's definitely not the financial impossibility it sounds like to most. Shinji is despicable which is kind of the point.
Koyanskaya/Goredolf prompt was originally intended to be very different- she teases him about BDSM and doing naughty things to her as she does in canon, and Goredolf says yes instead of demanding information as payment. Except, I couldn't make it work for who Goredolf is, so it got drawn out and became what it did. Whether Holmes actually expected Goredolf to fuck Koyanskaya is up to you, but he had at least considered the possibility. Finding information for Koyanskaya to give up that isn't explicitly something she can't say, or something that would cause Chaldea to lose by knowing too soon, is absurdly difficult.
Ritsuka is not infallible, Goredolf is just in his hero worship towards her phase- he has not really seen her be wrong or lose. This is pre-Atlantis and he wasn't there for her "trusting" Moriarty or Columbus. This is right after SIN where she gave the antidote to him, risking her own more valuable life; and SIN where she freed him from Mind Control and beat an Evil of Humanity by resisting corruption. He sees her as infallible, even if he is protective towards her. That is not an accurate perception, but he's biased. Da Vinci portrayal was off here, won't deny that one.
This was meant to be a standalone, but the idea of Goredolf being convinced by breaking the Evil Koyanskaya with his cock, that other woman would join Chaldea and betray their evil causes for him is a funny idea. An eventual follow-up with Goredolf trying to rape Morgan le Fay or U-Olga Marie into submission is possible, but unlikely.
Arihiko is the best version of the sleazy best friend that every Nasu VN protagonist has, and is still not that great. The fact that him and Shiki became best friends because Arihiko stole from Shiki makes for the most obvious NTR setup ever though. Arcueid portrayal is eh, the idea of her portraying Shiki is impossible, but like would she consider sex a betrayal with her very warped perspective? Shrug. Probably had too much fun with Arcueid's struggle to keep control over her strength and impulses. Breaking the desk wasn't planned and then I got carried away whoops. There is a sequel slowly in development where Ciel catches them and is convinced (forced?) to join in.
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