069 - A Nice Present

Medusa Areia

There is, sometimes, a big difference between winning and feeling victorious. Medusa's role during the latest clash was to keep Altera from reinforcing the Chaldeans, so Romulus could neutralize them unimpeded. No matter how you look at it, she succeeded. And yet…

One Command Spell to neutralize Rin's own and intercept Altera. Another one to get recalled after her defeat. Having fewer Command Spells than the competition is an uncomfortable position to be in.

How very vexing.

And Altera trounced her when they clashed. The two of them are supposed to be about equally matched In their current states, but… power isn't everything in a fight. Skill and experience matter, and Altera has her sorely beaten in that field.

Medusa is just a girl who became a monster by slaughtering those who dared intrude into her home, through ambushes, supernatural power and feral cunning. Altera is a monster of combat born for combat and specifically designed to turn the skill of their opponents into her own.

Even when Medusa is reinforcing herself with an usurped -fucking Athena's- Domain of War, that's still an incredibly slanted matchup. It might be a different thing if Sakura was willing to truly go all out, but… Honestly, Medusa should take pride that she managed to hold Altera back at all.

And yet it stings and rankles her pride.

Which is annoying, because she's never been one to take pride in her fighting prowess.

…Fucking Athena.

"Knock, knock." A familiar voice coming from the bedroom door pulls her away from her thoughts. "How's my favorite MILF feeling today?"

"Haku, it's been a while." She greets with a nod. Medusa had noticed her approach, of course, but it's only now that she's being addressed that she bothers acknowledging it. "Are you sure you should be acting so familiar with the Purple Champion?"

"Soon, there won't be any point in pretending anymore." Haku answers with a shrug and a what-can-you-do kind of smile. "Figured it won't hurt to lend a friendly ear. You look like you need it."

Perceptive as always, this girl. The Head Wife certainly takes her role seriously. Medusa is sure Medea would approve, and immediately proceed to cackle madly. Still, she can't deny having a sympathetic ear beyond Sakura's around would be… appreciated.

"Good, lies should be saved for your enemies and…" She starts saying, only to trail off when she realizes what she's actually saying and let out a frustrated sigh, throwing her head back on her bed. "Damnit."

She's never had a problem with lies. Sure, truth is important too, but there's a time and a place for everything. To go around with only the truth on your lips is just asking for trouble. But lies get in the way of wisdom, so of course she now finds herself frowning at the thought of them.

Haku makes her way closer to sit on the edge of the bed and rest a hand on Medusa's shoulder.

"Athena?" She asks softly.

"Fucking Athena, I won't miss this when I can go back to normal." Medusa confirms with gritted teeth. "She can't take over, but she sure as hell can reinforce the parts of myself that are more compatible with herself."

This was supposed to be a temporary thing to stress test the limits of the [Circle of Usurpation] in a relatively safe environment. A Divine Spirit cannot be Usurped simply because they're compatible with one's Spirit Origin, but one that tries to abuse the Servant System to gain a foothold in the mortal world gains the vulnerabilities innate to a Servant.

The look on fucking Athena's face when she realized how badly she had fucked up was… extremely satisfying. But then Flauros pulled off his little trick and the situation rapidly lost its shine. Medusa Areia is by far the strongest version of herself she currently has access to, which means she's stuck like this for as long as they remain in war footing.

Or rather, she needs to pay lip service to the compulsion somehow, if she wants to have some wiggle room on the things that truly matter. The current state of affairs is annoying, infuriating and sometimes makes her skin crawl, but it's ultimately harmless. It doesn't matter.

"Just try not to throw Mt, Etna at poor Altera next time you clash, ok?" Haku asks. She's obviously joking, but…

There's a thought. Fucking Athena has that one feat where she crushed a fleeing giant during Titanomachia, by throwing a mountain at them. Could she use that legend as the basis for a Noble Phantasm? Altera is currently a giant, somewhat a titan and they are technically in the middle of a divine war. If only she could get the King of Combat to somehow turn tail and flee…

"Medusa?" Haku asks again, a hint of worry in her voice.

Turning her attention back towards Haku, Medusa weighs her options. For a moment, she considers just lying. It would certainly make things easier if she ends up deciding to go that route. But then again, fucking Athena.

"… I make no promises."

"And I guess I can't even blame you for that one." Haku deflates with a sigh, before shaking her head and putting on a bright smile. "I sure would be chomping at the bits if I ever ended up in a similar situation."

Medusa stills at that last statement, because she doesn't need fucking Athena's insight to know that smile is painfully fake. That and… well, she's watched the recording of Romulus fighting -if it can really be called a fight- against the Chaldeans. Haku very much ended up in a similar situation.

That comment of hers is tantamount to confessing she's currently considering the best method to throw a fucking mountain at Lancer the next time they clash.

"Haku?" It's Medusa's turn to sound cautious and concerned. "Are you okay?"

"Hm? Sure!" Lie. "I'm just trying to figure out the best way of fixing some mistakes, you know?"

Truth. And that's probably the scariest part of this whole conversation.

Before she can push the matter though, Haku takes the reins of the conversation by abruptly and blatantly switching the topic.

"Say, all this business with the owl bitch is obviously hard on you." Understatement of the century. "So how about we do something else? You know, to take your mind off your troubles for a while?"

"I wouldn't say no to that." A distraction would be appreciated. Sakura tries her best, but she's a bit too close to the problem to truly get Medusa's mind off it. "What did you have in mind?"

"You see, I had this ace up my sleeve that I was saving up in case we ended up fighting." Haku explains, reaching a hand into her pocket space. "But that doesn't look like it's gonna happen anymore, so maybe we can give it a better use."

She pulls out a bright white cube, about the size of her palm. Medusa doesn't recognize it, but fucking Athena identifies it as the inert form of something that might become dangerous in different circumstances and her body instinctively tenses up. Since this is Haku holding the device and Medusa isn't anywhere near crazy enough to become a serious threat to that girl's goals, she forces her body to relax again.

The cube is casually, almost negligently thrown at the foot of the bed, where it bursts in white light that slowly resolves into a small humanoid form. Medusa's breath hitches when the light starts dimming and the somewhat familiar twintail hairdo slowly turns a very familiar shade of purple. You could even call it Gorgon Purple.

There are three Gorgon Sisters, with Medusa being the weird one out. And yet, In spite of how similar they look to each other, there are actually many, many ways in which a discerning eye can tell the other two apart from each other. For Medusa, it will always be their eyes that set them apart faster than anything else. And the cold, calculating glint in the newcomer's eyes while she takes stock of her surroundings reveals her identity just as effectively as any calling card.

Stheno.

"Oh, Haku..." Medusa purrs throatily, making her way towards her big sister on all fours over the bed. "You always bring me the best presents~!"

Stheno Gorgon

Apparently, getting caught inside a (pokeball) containment device specifically designed to isolate divinities from the outside world isn't any fun. It might, in fact, be the most boring thing Stheno has experienced in her entire life. And she spent years growing inured to the vore fetish from inside her little sister's stomach, at least she had herselfEuryale for company there.

Upon reflection, this should've been somewhat obvious, but let's be real here. How was she supposed to know she would end up experiencing it herself? Stheno couldn't have possibly accounted for facing the consequences of her own actions. What kind of mortal just throws a (pokeball) containment device at a perfectly harmless and innocent goddess like herself?

Was she jealous? She was probably jealous.

The curse of perfect beauty. It doesn't matter how the times change, there's always going to be a jealous bitch somewhere trying to ruin everything. At least there were no owls this time around, Stheno is allergic to feathers.

Probably.

Just… the kind of allergies that are basically made up for the day because you're not feeling like eating garlic so you tell the waitress you're allergic so they don't mess up your order. You know, the kind that only serves to make a scene and pointlessly give trouble to the chefs. That's a nice kind of allergy that makes people do what you want, much better than the other kind of allergy that can kill you or worse, make you ugly.

As she's reflecting on the strange and complex world of allergies, she feels a sudden shift all around her. Since her (pokeball) prison is pretty much immutable, that must mean she's getting released and… yes, there's the outside world. Let's see, she's still in the Singularity, at the foot of a bed in a rather luxurious room with–

"Oh, Haku..." A very familiar voice purrs in a very unfamiliar way, making a shiver run down her spine as her eyes hurriedly focus on the source. "You always bring me the best presents~!"

Long, luscious hair in Gorgon Purple cascading over a curvaceous body that has already left behind the best years of her life. A fluid, serpentine poise that speaks of predatory instincts and projects a sense of danger directly into the back of her mind. Gorgeous jewel-like eyes locked into hers through tinted glasses.

There's no doubt, Stheno has never seen this person before in her life.

But at the same time, she can only be…

"… Medusa?"

"Long time no see, Big Sis." For the first time in her life, Stheno finds herself being looked down upon by Medusa. "Did you miss me? Because I sure missed you~!"

This… this is nonsense! An affront against everything decent and the natural order of things! An utter abomination that has no place within reality, even in this messed up hedge-reality they currently find themselves in, such a state of affairs should've never come to be in the first place!

Medusa should be cowering in front of her very presence, not… not this! What's going on here?

Eyes narrowing, Stheno turns towards the -presumed- jealous redhead watching it all play out with an infuriating smile on her lips.

"You!"

"Me!"

"What have you done to my ugly, self-conscious, clumsy and useless little sister?" She demands dangerously, only to find her resolve wavering when Medusa continues getting closer and closer. "She's all… confident and… dominant and…"

"And sexy?" Medusa suggests with a breathy whisper.

Stheno swallows thickly, suddenly finding herself robbed of speech. She's in danger.

"You know? I used to think I was too ugly to join in whenever you two were having fun, but…" Medusa covers the rest of the distance between them, chin resting on Stheno's shoulder and lips practically tickling Stheno's ear. "I always wanted to give it a try."

Stheno tries to say something -anything- just to put up some resistance and avoid getting completely steamrolled by this unfathomable impossibility that's a sexy Medusa. The only thing that escapes her throat is a squeaky noise.

"And I have been picking up a few tricks of my own ever since."

Hands that are as strong as soft and warm grab ahold of Stheno's shoulders, gently but firmly pushing her back into the mattress. There's no way Stheno could oppose Medusa's brutish strength even if she wanted to, but she doesn't even try.

"How about I show you?"

The hands descend along Stheno's front, fingers hooking on the hem of her dress and slowly tugging it down her body. Her soft, flawless breasts are exposed first and then her smooth stomach. Her white panties are revealed next, followed by the pale expanse of her unblemished thighs and finally the dress is pulled past her dainty feet and discarded to the side.

"Just for today, you can be the one calling me…"

Medusa's hands trace a new route upwards alongside her calves and thighs. Wicked sharp nails drag lightly against delicate skin, causing no wound but sending shivers down her spine. The hands only stop once they reach Stheno's waist, nails digging lightly under the waistband of her panties as Medusa gives her a hungry, confident smile.

"Onee-sama."

The nails snap up, cutting clean through the fabric of her panties. The abused garment simply fades away in golden motes, leaving her fully naked under Medusa's appreciative, possessive eyes.

Stheno hasn't felt this vulnerable in her entire life
Stheno hasn't felt this aroused in her entire life.

Fujimaru 'Haku' Ritsuka

Originally, Haku's plan was to quietly take her leave after releasing Stheno, to give the sisters some privacy as they caught up. But, as she watches the naked form of the petite goddess pinned to the bed, shifting and squirming in place under her sister's eyes, and yet very tellingly not making any real effort to escape… Well, she has no choice but to accept that she missed her chance.

Gone is the unearned smugness, the irresponsible conceit of a spoiled girl that made Haku's hand itch with the urge to deliver some well-earned spanking. When she's like this, vulnerable and confused, clearly aroused but lost about what's going on… Goddess Stheno actually looks just as adorable as she's supposed to be.

This isn't the supernatural charm born from a divine authority that forcefully fills the mind with artificial adoration and leaves no room for coherent thought. Haku is in perfect control of herself and she still finds the petite goddess rather adorable. Most importantly, rather than the baseless urge to fall to her knees to satisfy Stheno's every whim… she just wants to bulli the bratty goddess.

"My my… Who would've known Stheno could make such a cute face?" She teases, taking a seat right beside Stheno's head and reaching with a hand to start playing with a strand of purple hair. "Where did all that impertinence go, my goddess?"

"Mortal…? What are you–?" Stheno starts in a daze, confused voice, only for her eyes to widen and her body to stiffen in shock. She goes as far as trying to cover her breasts, but Medusa strikes like a snake, grabbing her wrists before she can. "M-Medusa, stop! There's a mortal watching!"

"So?" Medusa arches an eyebrow, slowly pulling Sthenos arms down to pin them under her knees before reaching for her top with her now free hands. "Let them watch."

Stheno shivers at the commanding tone, sending a frustrated pout Haku's way before pointedly looking away. That is, until Medusa's hands grip tighter on the fabric of her clothes and, instead of undoing the buttons, she simply… pulls to the sides. That draws Stheno's attention back towards her just fine.

"Stheno… Stheno. You have no idea how long I have been waiting for this moment." Medusa speaks breathily and sultrily, slowly bending forward until her face is less than an inch from Stheno's. "This is going to be fun."

The petite goddess barely has the chance to let out a whimper before her lips are claimed. Medusa easily takes control, hungry and possessive, gradually shifting her body as her sister's overwhelmed passivity slowly turns into meek acceptance as her own passions are coaxed out.

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"And that's that." Medusa suddenly announces, pulling back her hands right at the last moment.

"Buh! B–but… snakes, tentacles? Medusa can…"

"Oh, Stheno. You won't get off so easily. Your purity will be claimed by a demon lord."

"... Fuck. Mom's so damn lucky."

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