Prompt: Tenochtitlan finally had her chance, she had managed to get Ritsuka alone for the evening- just the two of them from Chaldea at the beach. The evening was going to be magical. She was going to finally get Ritsuka to accept her love! But the evening did not go according to plan. Ritsuka made friends with two locals, and Tenochtitlan found herself accepting a wager with the sluts... The reward? Ritsuka.
Tags: Ritsuka/Tenochtitlan, Two Female OCs, Foursome, M/F/F/F, dubious consent, yuri, tribadism, sex, rimming, oral
Mild JP Spoilers given that Tenochtitlan is not a character on the NA server yet, but it's removed from the actual setting.
The sun painted the sky with strokes of fiery orange as it descended into the horizon, casting a warm embrace over the Hawaiian beach. The gentle caress of the ocean waves whispered secrets to the shore, while the soft sands shifted beneath the feet of Ritsuka and Tenochtitlan. Their laughter mingled with the distant cries of seagulls, creating a pattern of joy that was a stark contrast to the quiet intensity brewing within Tenochtitlan.
Her eyes, the color of ancient jade, searched Ritsuka's blue orbs, trying to decode the unspoken language of his heart. She knew he was oblivious to the subtle dance of romance, so she decided to be direct. "Master," she began, her voice as smooth as the sands beneath them, "I... I love you." The words hung in the air, delicate as a feather, yet heavy with the weight of her soul.
Ritsuka's smile remained unchanged, a beacon of innocence and kindness. "Tenochtitlan," he replied warmly, "I love you too. You're such a reliable and dear friend to me." The simplicity of his response seemed to miss the mark entirely, as Tenochtitlan's eyes widened slightly. It was clear that their definitions of love differed greatly, but she didn't have the courage to correct him at that moment.
"Ah, that's... Okay?" she murmured, trying to hide her disappointment. She took a deep breath, her chest rising and falling with the rhythm of the ocean. "How about I go and grab us some drinks?" she suggested, her voice steady despite the tumult within. She hoped the brief separation would give her the strength to confront her feelings and the courage to do something more drastic that would force him to recognize her intent.
After what felt like an eternity, Tenochtitlan returned with two glasses of vibrant non-alcoholic punch. The condensation on the glasses beaded and slid down in rivulets, mirroring the anxiety that dampened her palms. She was going to make her move... Just kiss him and see what happened... She approached Ritsuka with a smile, only to find him surrounded by the sirens of the shore—a tanned blonde and a statuesque African American, their laughter as tantalizing as the tropical breeze. Their bodies, sculpted by the gods of beauty, gleamed in the setting sun as they flirted with Ritsuka, their bikinis barely containing their ample assets.
As she drew closer, she heard the blonde's melodious voice, "You know, we'd love to have some real fun. Why don't you come back to our hotel with us?" The other siren nodded in agreement, her eyes sparkling with mischief. Ritsuka's smile shattered her heart. His words did not.
"That does sound like a good time," he said, his tone as carefree as the waves, "but I came here with Tenochtitlan." He turned to her, his gaze unknowingly piercing through her soul. "Can't I bring her along?"
The blonde giggled. "Oh, is she your girlfriend? She's kind of cute."
Ritsuka blinked and tilted their head in confusion. "No, she's my serv- uh... friend. We're here together."
The anger bubbled up inside Tenochtitlan like lava in a dormant volcano. She stepped in, her voice icy. "Actually, we have other plans tonight." The declaration was a blunt wall between her and the intruders, but she couldn't bear to leave Ritsuka's side. She placed the punch in Ritsuka's hand with more force than she intended to.
The blonde giggled again, her eyes sparkling with interest. "Sure, we'd love to have her come along. What's your name, gorgeous?" She completely ignored Tenochtitlan's denial. "I'm Isabelle by the way, and that is Makayla."
Tenochtitlan's hostility was palpable as she stepped forward, her posture rigid. "I am Tenochtitlan," she said, her voice a cool breeze that seemed to blow away the heat of the day. "But, as I said, we have plans. I'm sorry, but we can't join you." Tenochtitlan was trying her best to be cordial and not murder these whores who dared to try to steal her Master. Even Ereshkigal wasn't so shameless.
Isabelle and Makayla exchanged a knowing smirk. "Oh, come on," Isabelle cooed, her fingers tracing the strings of her bikini top, "it's just one night. Or we could have a wager to decide who gets to spend the night with him."
Makayla took over, her full, dark lips curving into a smile. "A game of ping pong. The two of us versus you and your- not boyfriend. The winner gets Ritsuka here for the night. What do you say?" Tenochtitlan grit her teeth at the obvious taunt.
Isabelle leaned in closer, her breasts straining against the fabric of her bikini. "It's just a game, darling. Surely, you can handle it?"
Tenochtitlan's grip tightened around her punch glass, her knuckles whitening. "Master Ritsuka is not a prize to be won!" she snapped.
"Master?" Makayla bit her lip. "That's kinky."
The blonde's eyes narrowed. "Oh, so you think you can beat us, huh? Prove it, then. If you win, you can keep him all to yourself."
The challenge was clear, and Tenochtitlan felt the familiar rush of adrenaline that came before battle. She had never played ping pong before, but she was a Divine Spirit, and she would not lose to these mere mortals. "Fine," she said, her voice low and measured. "We'll play your game. Once you have been defeated, you will never enter my presence again."
"Tenochtitlan-" Ritsuka tried to protest, but she shut him down. This wager was impossible for her to lose. She did not know what this ping pong was, but she knew she would win. She was a Divine Spirit, the brother of the Tezcatlipoca. She was Ritsuka's servant. There was no chance she could lose in any contest to these whores.
The game began, and Tenochtitlan approached the table with the confidence of a goddess. She had never held a paddle before, but she knew she would conquer this game as she had conquered so many battles. Isabelle served the first ball, her breasts bouncing tantalizingly with the motion. Tenochtitlan couldn't help but stare at the obscene movements. Why did Ritsuka not react to these creatures? Was he blind to beauty? At least it wasn't just her, but maybe he wasn't capable of attraction?
Her first swing sent the ball careening off the table. "What?" she exclaimed. Ritsuka tried to give her a tip, but she brushed him off. "I don't need help," she said, her voice filled with pride.
The score grew increasingly one-sided, and Tenochtitlan's frustration mounted. Her swings grew more erratic, her movements more desperate. Ritsuka moved like he had played ping pong all of his life. He hit the ball every time it was hit in his direction with precision and returned every rally with a great shot. Yet, their opponents clearly had more experience and knew how to work as a team. Meanwhile, Tenochtitlan was dead weight dragging him down. Ritsuka would make a perfect shot, and Tenochtitlan would have the ball hit to her next, she would never miss- but she had too much power in her swings with her enhanced strength. Every time without fail she would hit the ball into the sand over the heads of her opponents.
Tenochtitlan watched in horror as the ball soared over the net and off the table for the twenty-first time. That was game. Every single one of their points had scored in that manner, and so they had lost. 21-8. All because of her.
Ritsuka set their paddle down on the table and smiled at the two who had just won their wager. "That was fun," he declared with a smile, unaware of the turmoil within Tenochtitlan at what that outcome meant. "Are you okay Tenochtitlan?" Ritsuka asked, noticing the anguish on her face. "Did you not have fun?"
"It was fun. I had no idea that you were so good at ping pong. Perhaps, I might want to try being your partner next time." Isabelle agreed as she walked around the table to stand next to Ritsuka. She pressed her breasts into his side and gently scratched his chest with her long nails. "But you know what will be more fun? What we're going to do tonight now that I won and get to claim my prize."
Tenochtitlan's jaw clenched as she stared at the sandy beach, avoiding looking at Ritsuka after she had fumbled a perfect opportunity, the waves of the ocean taunting her with their rhythmic whispers. Her heart felt like it was being crushed by the weight of her failure and the humiliation of losing to these... these... mortals. The anger grew with every passing second, and she clenched her fists again. How could she, a divine spirit, be outmatched by mere humans? The sand shifted under her boots as she tried to compose herself, not wanting to show any more weakness in front of these... these... succubi.
Makayla's voice, smooth as the tropical breeze, broke through her thoughts. "I feel kind of bad for ruining their evening... maybe we can compromise. Tenochtitlan comes too and we get a second night to keep things fair."
Isabelle pursed her lips, looking between Ritsuka and Tenochtitlan, her eyes gleaming with mischief. "But, Makayla, she'll just steal his affection again. You saw how she was trying to get him to herself."
Tenochtitlan's eyes snapped to Makayla, the offer echoing in her ears like the toll of a bell, resonating through the fortress of her pride. Her cheeks flushed with a mix of anger and embarrassment, she knew she couldn't let this opportunity slip away. Before Makayla could change her mind, she blurted out, "Fine, I'll take it. It's better than nothing." The words felt like gravel in her mouth, but she had to keep her walls from crumbling around her. Ritsuka looked at her, confusion etched on his face, having completely missed the undertones of the conversation.
When they arrived at the hotel, the atmosphere grew thicker with tension. The girls led the way, their hips swaying in a way that made Tenochtitlan's stomach twist. She knew what was coming and was torn between excitement and fear. Ritsuka walked alongside her, his hand brushing against hers occasionally, the innocence in his touch a stark contrast to the fire burning within her. She felt like a moth drawn to a flame, unsure if she'd be consumed by passion or friendship.
The hotel room was lavish, with a large bed that looked like a battleground for pleasure. The curtains were drawn, allowing the setting sun to cast a warm glow across the plush pillows and silk sheets. The scent of coconut lingered from an open bottle of tanning oil on the nightstand, mingling with the faint scent of the ocean that wafted in from the balcony. Tenochtitlan couldn't help but feel out of place in such opulence, a stark contrast to the simplicity of Chaldea's living quarters.
"You two are a bit overdressed," Isabelle teased as she pulled the string and let her bikini top fall to the floor, her voluptuous breasts bouncing free. Makayla smirked as she followed suit, her dark skin glowing in the soft light. Tenochtitlan felt a pang of self-consciousness, her eyes darting to Ritsuka, who was taking in the sight without a hint of discomfort. He had always been unflappable.
With a deep breath, she began to unbutton her jacket, her hands trembling slightly. She couldn't let them steal Ritsuka's attention from her. Her hands paused over the last button, and she looked to Ritsuka for guidance, but his gaze remained fixed on the floor, giving none. "It's just a game," she reminded herself, her voice barely above a whisper.
"Here, let me help," Makayla said, her voice smooth as velvet as she approached Tenochtitlan. She took over, her nimble fingers deftly unbuttoning the jacket and sliding it off her shoulders before Tenochtitlan could protest for a second. Tenochtitlan shivered as the cool air kissed her bare skin. "You're so adorable when you're nervous," Makayla added, her eyes sparkling with mischief.
Isabelle sauntered over to Ritsuka, her eyes never leaving his. "Allow us to disarm you, my gallant warrior," she purred, her Swedish accent thick with lust. She reached for the top button of his shirt, her long, manicured nails brushing against his chest. Ritsuka looked surprised but did not protest. His eyes flickered to Tenochtitlan, who was now standing in just her white strapless top and black shorts, looking like a lost tourist in the land of temptation that was this decadent hotel room.
Tenochtitlan's cheeks flushed a deep shade of red, and she gritted her teeth, trying to ignore the jealousy seeping into her. She slipped out of her shorts and top, the fabric whispering against her skin as it fell to the floor. She stood in her underwear, feeling more exposed than when she was fully clothed.
"Are you not going to remove the rest?" Makayla's voice was like a gentle breeze through the canyons of Tenochtitlan's nerves, as she stepped closer to the blushing goddess. Tenochtitlan's hands trembled as she reached behind her to unclasp her bra, the fabric slipping away to reveal her perky, B-cup breasts, the nipples already standing at attention like the spires of her city. She stepped out of her shorts, her heart racing like the beating of war drums in her chest. Makayla's eyes roamed over her, a knowing smile playing on her lips as she took in the sight of the inexperienced beauty.
Isabelle's gasp drew their attention, her gaze fixed on the monumental erection that had risen before her like a towering obelisk. Tenochtitlan felt her own heart thud like a drum signaling the onset of a siege as she took in the sheer size of Ritsuka's member. It was a marvel of human anatomy, a colossal wonder that could lay waste to the walls of doubt within her. Makayla's eyes widened in astonishment, her voice filled with reverence as she exclaimed, "Damn, that's the biggest I've ever seen!"
With a wink at Tenochtitlan, Isabelle knelt before Ritsuka, her blonde hair cascading like a golden waterfall around her shoulders. She took the mighty shaft in her hands, her slender fingers barely encircling its girth. The sight was mesmerizing, and Tenochtitlan felt a strange mix of envy and fascination. Makayla approached Ritsuka intent on joining the fun.
Makayla's warm breath tickled the base of Ritsuka's neck as she whispered something Tenochtitlan couldn't hear into his ear. Her hands began to wander, tracing the contours of his chiseled abs. Tenochtitlan watched, her eyes narrowing, as Makayla's intentions grew bolder. The goddess felt a sudden, primal urge to claim what she believed was hers. Before Makayla could act further, Tenochtitlan's arms shot out, pushing the dark-skinned beauty aside with a bit too much force. The room fell silent, the only sound the gentle crashing of the waves outside the hotel window.
Tenochtitlan stepped forward, her cheeks aflame with passion and determination. She looked into Ritsuka's surprised eyes and leaned in, her full lips meeting his in a fiery kiss that sent sparks of electricity through her body. His eyes widened in shock, but he didn't pull away. Instead, his hand rested on her waist. What was supposed to be a triumphant romantic moment was only undercut by the head bobbing on Ritsuka's pelvis and smacking into her hips regularly. Tenochtitlan wondered if her master would be upset with her shoving them out the window. Probably.
Isabelle, unfazed by the sudden interruption, had switched her focus to her task at hand, her mouth moving with silent skill over Ritsuka's shaft. Her eyes twinkled with mischief as she watched Tenochtitlan's reaction in the mirrored wall beside the bed. The sight of the blonde goddess's plump lips wrapped around Ritsuka's thick member was too much for Makayla to resist. She grinned, her teeth gleaming in the dim light, and knelt behind him.
With a seductive wink at Tenochtitlan, Makayla spread Ritsuka's cheeks, revealing his tight, puckered entrance. Tenochtitlan's eyes widened, unsure of what was happening as she felt Ritsuka's hand move to her hip. Ritsuka gasped into her mouth as Makayla's tongue darted out, flicking at his sensitive skin. The sensation made Ritsuka groan deeply, the vibration resonating through Tenochtitlan's tongue that was still interlocked with Ritsuka's.
The kiss grew more heated, a silent battle of wills that Tenochtitlan was just as much a participant in to claim Ritsuka's attention. Isabelle's expert hands gripped the base of Ritsuka's cock, pumping in time with her mouth's rhythm, trying to pull him towards her. Makayla was not inactive either. His groans grew louder, muffled by Tenochtitlan's lips. It was clear he was enjoying the attention, his body reacting without a second thought to the dual sensations. Despite her initial shock, Tenochtitlan felt a strange thrill, her own arousal growing as she watched the scene unfold before her- and as she finally got to kiss Ritsuka.
Ritsuka's body tensed, and with a final, guttural groan, he released his load into Isabelle's eager mouth. Some of his cum spilled out, trickling down her chin and neck, painting a sticky, white path across her tanned skin. The sight of it made Tenochtitlan's stomach flip with a mix of jealousy and curiosity. Her eyes narrowed, watching as Makayla leaned in, her tongue tracing the line of semen with a hungry gaze. The audaciousness of the act made Tenochtitlan's cheeks burn, her mind racing with a whirlwind of emotions.
Makayla met Tenochtitlan's gaze, a smug smile playing on her lips as she reached for Isabelle's chin, tilting it up to reveal the excess cum pooling there. "Don't be greedy, darling," she purred, her eyes never leaving Tenochtitlan's. "We can share." Before Tenochtitlan could react, Makayla leaned in and captured Isabelle's mouth in a deep, hungry kiss, sharing the salty warmth of Ritsuka's release. Tenochtitlan felt a pang of jealousy stab through her, her eyes fixated on the passionate exchange. She had never seen anything like this before, and the intimacy between the two girls was both thrilling and infuriating.
Isabelle broke the kiss, her eyes gleaming with mischief as she turned to Tenochtitlan. "You don't mind, do you?" she asked, her voice sweet and teasing. "I mean, it's only fair that you get a treat too, right?" Without waiting for a response, she leaned in and pressed her cum-covered lips to Tenochtitlan's, forcing the divine spirit to taste the very essence of the man she craved. The sensation was overwhelming, a mix of pleasure and anger flooding through her as she realized she was now sharing him in a way she never had before.
Surprise melted into something else entirely as Tenochtitlan's tongue met Isabelle's, the taste of Ritsuka's seed mingling with the beach girl's own flavor. It was salty, warm, and faintly bitter, yet it sent a thrill through her that she couldn't explain. She felt her own desire spike, her resolve to claim him for herself growing even stronger. Pulling away, Isabelle licked her lips, a smug smile playing on her full, glossy mouth. "You know, Tenochtitlan," she began, her voice low and seductive, "I'm not heartless. I'll let you have the first ride, if you're willing to return the favor."
Tenochtitlan's eyes narrowed, but she knew she had to play this game if she wanted to have Ritsuka, she had already gotten more than ever from him… and she wouldn't lose the ground she was gaining now. "Fine," she murmured, her voice a mix of reluctance and determination. Makayla chuckled, her dark eyes gleaming with amusement as she watched the exchange.
Ritsuka, still lost in the throes of pleasure, barely registered the conversation, his mind a haze of sensation. Tenochtitlan took this moment to slide onto her knees before Isabelle leaning forward over her mound, her eyes never left the blonde's as she lowered her mouth to the apex of her thighs. The anticipation was palpable, her heart racing as she took in the sight of Isabelle's bare pussy, glistening with arousal. She had never done this before, but she was eager to learn, to prove herself worthy of Ritsuka's love.
Makayla wasted no time, guiding Ritsuka's still-hard cock into Tenochtitlan's tight, virgin cunt. The divine spirit gasped, the sensation of him filling her more intense than she could have ever imagined. Her eyes rolled back in her head, and she braced herself against the bed as she began to move her hips, setting a steady rhythm that had Tenochtitlan's body moving in sync. Meanwhile, Isabelle spread her legs wider, allowing Tenochtitlan full access to her dripping wetness. Makayla was not to be left out, sitting on Isabelle's face to enjoy her tongue.
The room was filled with the sound of wet kisses and moans as Tenochtitlan tentatively licked at Isabelle's clit. She felt a strange sense of power in this act, her tongue exploring the folds of the blonde's sex as Ritsuka filled her to the brim.
Makayla's expert hands found Tenochtitlan's breasts, her dark eyes twinkling with mischief as she watched the divine spirit's expression in the mirror. "Your tits are perfect," she murmured, giving them a gentle squeeze. Tenochtitlan's cheeks flushed, the compliment both surprising and thrilling her.
Isabelle's legs tightened around Tenochtitlan's neck as she felt the orgasm approaching, her hips bucking against Tenochtitlan's face. The heroic spirit's eyes widened at the sensation, her own body responding in kind as Ritsuka's thrusts grew more vigorous.
Ritsuka's strokes grew more forceful, his hands gripping Tenochtitlan's hips tightly as he pushed deeper into her. Her body quivered with every thrust, the pleasure unfamiliar yet exhilarating. The feeling of Isabelle's softness against her tongue, the sweet taste of her arousal, filled her senses as she became more adept at pleasing the blonde.
Tenochtitlan felt the first waves of her own climax building, her body reacting instinctively to the dual stimulation. She never knew that being with Ritsuka would feel like this, never could have anticipated the depth of passion that could exist between them even in her wildest daydreams. Her heart raced as she felt his cock pulse within her, a sign that he was approaching his own release. She redoubled her efforts on Isabelle, eager to bring her to climax alongside her beloved. Why hadn't she been this brazen before?
Isabelle's moans grew louder, her body arching upwards towards Tenochtitlan's mouth. The taste of her, the scent of her arousal, filled Tenochtitlan's senses as she licked and sucked, her own pleasure peaking in response to the blonde's. The pressure in her core grew, the tension tightening until she could barely breathe, until she could think of nothing but the sweet, inevitable release that was just moments away.
Ritsuka's grip on her hips tightened even further, his breath coming in harsh pants mow. Tenochtitlan felt him swell inside her, and she knew he was close. She focused on Isabelle's clit, flicking her tongue over it with an agility she didn't know she had. The blonde's legs trembled, her grip on the bed sheets tightening until her knuckles turned white.
Then, it happened. Isabelle's body tensed, a keening cry ripping from her throat as she shuddered in ecstasy. Tenochtitlan felt the rush of her climax, the spasms of her pussy around her tongue, and it sent her over the edge. Her own orgasm crashed over her, wave after wave of pleasure as Ritsuka filled her up with his seed. She cried out, her body writhing in a delicious symphony of sensations that seemed to go on forever.
As they all came down from their high, Ritsuka pulled out and collapsed beside her, panting heavily. Isabelle and Makayla looked at each other, grinning, before Isabelle leaned over and whispered something into Makayla's ear. They both giggled, and Tenochtitlan felt a flicker of curiosity. Were they making fun of her? How dare they?
Makayla, her dark skin glistening with sweat, straddled Ritsuka's hips, her own thighs straddling his thick cock. She lowered herself onto him, taking him in without a hint of hesitation. Tenochtitlan's eyes widened as she watched, unable to look away from the sight of her lover being claimed by another. Makayla's eyes rolled back in her head, her mouth forming a silent 'O' of pleasure. It was like watching a dance, a dance of passion that she hadn't even known existed. Ritsuka had a slight smile on their face but otherwise this was just another way to have fun for them, not a deeper more carnal pleasure.
Isabelle turned to her, a glint in her blue eyes that made Tenochtitlan's stomach flip. Before she could protest, the blonde's lips were on hers, and she was lost in a kiss that was more than just a kiss. It was a declaration of intent, a claiming of her own. As they kissed, Isabelle's hands roamed over her body, exploring and teasing. Tenochtitlan felt her own arousal building again, even as she watched Makayla ride Ritsuka with a primal grace.
Makayla's movements grew more frantic, her breasts bouncing with every thrust. Ritsuka's hands found her waist, guiding her, urging her on as she chased her pleasure. The room was filled with the sounds of flesh slapping together, of gasps and moans, and Tenochtitlan felt her own body responding. She didn't understand why she was enjoying this, why watching another woman claim what she thought was hers brought her such joy.
Isabelle broke the kiss, her eyes never leaving Tenochtitlan's. She took Tenochtitlan's hand and placed it on her own chest, guiding her to squeeze and caress. Tenochtitlan's mind raced, trying to process the sensations. She was not Ritsuka, but why did it feel so good? Isabelle's skin was hot to the touch, her nipples hard and sensitive. Tenochtitlan felt a strange sense of power as she watched Isabelle's expression change, her pupils dilating with desire.
With a gentle push, Isabelle had Tenochtitlan lie back on the bed, her legs spread open. The blonde positioned herself between Tenochtitlan's thighs, her own slick folds pressing against Tenochtitlan's. The sensation was foreign, yet incredibly arousing. Tenochtitlan gasped as Isabelle began to grind against her, the friction sending waves of pleasure through her body. She felt her own wetness respond, their pussies melding together in a rhythmic dance of lust.
Their breasts pressed together as they made out, Isabelle's larger, more experienced hands roaming over Tenochtitlan's body. The feeling of her own nipples being pinched and rolled by Isabelle's skilled fingers sent shocks of pleasure through her, making her hips buck against the blonde's. She had never felt this way before, never imagined that another woman's touch could be so electric.
Isabelle's soft yet assertive touch sent shivers down Tenochtitlan's spine as their bodies pressed together, thighs intertwined in a dance of passion. The unmistakable heat of Isabelle's sex was like a brand against her own, setting every nerve alight with a desire she hadn't known existed. The blonde's toned body was a landscape of pleasure, and Tenochtitlan found herself eagerly exploring each peak and valley with trembling hands, her own curiosity driving her to match Isabelle's rhythm.
Makayla's moans grew louder, her body bouncing on Ritsuka's hips as he supported her, his own pleasure etched on his face. Tenochtitlan's eyes darted to the sight, watching as Ritsuka's hands gripped Makayla's waist, holding her steady as she tried to keep her balance. The contrast of their skin tones was stark and beautiful, and she felt a strange thrill watching them, a feeling alien to the girl who had arrived in this hotel not long ago.
The tension grew as their hips ground together, the friction between their folds building to a crescendo. Tenochtitlan's mind raced, trying to process the sensations that coursed through her. She had never felt anything like this before, and it was both terrifying and exhilarating. The pressure built, each gasp and whimper from Isabelle driving her closer to the edge. And then it hit her—a wave of pleasure so intense it stole her breath away. Her eyes squeezed shut, she let out a muffled cry, her body shaking as Isabelle's thighs clamped around her own.
The room was a symphony of pleasure, a cacophony of sighs and gasps. Tenochtitlan's eyes flew open to see Makayla's head thrown back, her body taut with the effort of her own climax. Ritsuka's powerful form was a blur of motion, his hips pistoning upward as he filled Makayla with his seed. The sight was too much to bear, and a surge of pure, unadulterated lust washed over Tenochtitlan.
Crawling over to the spent couple, she couldn't help but be drawn to the glistening wetness between Makayla's legs. Without a second thought, she leaned in, her tongue darting out to taste the salty evidence of Ritsuka's release. The act was both taboo and thrilling, and as she felt Makayla's body respond, she knew she had crossed a line she could never uncross. Yet, there was no regret, only a burning desire for more. She looked up, her eyes meeting Makayla's, and the dark-haired girl smiled, her own eyes glazed with satisfaction. This was so much better than what she had planned for tonight.
The aftermath of passion had left the hotel room suffused with a warm, sultry glow. The scent of sex lingered in the air, mingling with the faint tang of the ocean breeze that whispered through the open windows. The four of them lay tangled on the large, luxurious bed, their bodies slick with sweat and the residue of their shared ecstasy. Tenochtitlan found herself nestled against Ritsuka's broad chest, her head resting comfortably on his collarbone. His heartbeat sounded in her ear. This was everything she hadn't even allowed herself to dream of... almost.
Isabelle and Makayla lay on either side of them, their breathing even and deep. They were intruders on her perfect moment with her beloved Master. Yet, their presence was not entirely unwelcome either. She had wanted Ritsuka to be hers as a lover- to be more than master/servant and she had gotten exactly what she had wished for. She had just gotten two extra as well, two extras who had brought her pleasure unknown to her.
As she gazed at the ceiling, her thoughts swirled with the events of the night. The fiery kisses, the gentle touches, the raw, unbridled passion that had consumed them all. It was as if she had been living in a desert and had suddenly stumbled upon an oasis of pleasure. Her body felt alive in a way that it never had before, and she knew that she was forever changed.
The thought of tomorrow filled her with anticipation. One more day of this, of being able to indulge in the delights of the flesh with Ritsuka and her newfound friends, was a gift she hadn't even dared to wish for. As she snuggled closer to him, her mind began to wander to the possibility of others joining them in their erotic escapades. Some of the servants from Chaldea even, not strangers. What would it be like to have Ereshkigal here with them? Her mouth stretched into an O as Tenochtitlan ate her pussy? Her red eyes rolled into the back of her head as Ritsuka thrust his full length into her? Tenochtitlan smiled. Maybe this wouldn't be a one time thing after all.
A/N:Not my favorite chapter, foursomes are still a challenge. The next big group sex one is better than this on the first draft, so I think progress is being made, but it's annoying slow and painful.
Tried to make Tenochtitlan and Ritsuka's relationship the backbone and the OCs a fun background element, but don't really think it worked like it did in my head. Maybe my least favorite chapter so far (Not the fault of the prompter). The pre-sex stuff came out pretty well at least!
Whenever I picture a Ritsuka romantic confession, it's that scene in Garden of Avalon where Artoria says they may be in love with Merlin and it's simply an expression of gratitude because she doesn't understand human love. Ritsuka is so very child-esque in that they don't understand their emotional state and even have to question why they are crying on multiple occasions.
Like I love Ritsuka, and they have crazy rizz, but that's not a seductive rizz, but an unintentional everyone loves them because they are so pure and innocent almost like a child (Despite having regularly committed mass genocide- as Merlin says, the only sinless one is the one who doesn't understand the concept). They are not a child obviously (They are still 17 though, time is frozen on the bleached earth), Some prompts will use a more typical male harem protagonist Ritsuka, but the more passive innocent one who doesn't understand that their servants are in love with them is closer to the canonical version.
Kama has an entire storyline across multiple chapters about how they can't get Ritsuka to fuck them. Kiara outright says in Ooku that they haven't fucked Ritsuka yet. Those are two of your most promiscuous servants. The ones Ritsuka is closest to; Ereshkigal, Mash, etc. all go out of their way to imply that they haven't even kissed yet. Tenochtitlan is very obviously romanticly interested in Ritsuka but is also not pushing for more than a private walk on the beach (That Ritsuka misinterprets and invites others along for). Ritsuka has kissed a few servants, but that is pretty much exclusively them initiating and bad ends (See Elizabeth in the Cinderella Halloween event).
It's likely that despite hundreds of woman throwing themselves at them, Ritsuka is still a virgin. (All of our bad ends in Valentine's (Non-canon) they get fucked though lol). Again, most prompts will not use the total innocent portrayal, just felt like it worked best for what I wanted (and probably failed to do in this scenario). (Also another reason why I should hurry up and do that Gilgamesh sex tutorial prompt with Ritsuka).
Yeah, that's all for this one. Leave Kudos, subscribe to me and this fic to not miss future prompt responses. Please comment more prompts even though I have over a hundred left to do, I like having options. Chronological order of submittance has very little bearing on what I do next, I choose what's vibing for me at the time.
Also if you want to give me a prompt involving any of the Mahoyo girls, I would greatly appreciate it. I have one Aoko/Touko in one that has seven characters so they don't get any real focus and zero of Alice. I love all three of them too much and want to write them. So...?