“Tomoe” Speaks Her Truth

I needed to indulge the fantasy in Tomoe and thought where would be best. Inspiration struck me - the cafeteria.

It was around lunch time by now. A large amount of servants would be present. An ideal place to make a public display in Tomoe’s body.

Decidedly an escalation, all she really did to gain my ire was try to look out for who she thought was the true Baobhan Sith. But on the flipside, it would be really hot to say sexy things in public with Tomoe’s voice and body like they were normal. The horny decision wins out.

I passed a few more servants and even human staff of Chaldea. The rambunctious Caesar accompanied by Cleopatra. Siegfried and his wife. Both pairs had a small amount of sadness for Tomoe, as she had a husband who’s yet to be encountered in any singularity or event for summoning.

I didn’t share such a reservation. I smile sweetly and continue groping my chest as long as nobody is around to see.

Meunière passed by, as did fellow Japanese servant Ushiwakamaru. I waved to her and allowed my gaze to stay on Ushi’s exposed chest, barely covered by her usual outfit. How lovely to be able to look upon women without them thinking anything of it, the perks of being a wolf in sheep’s clothing.

Finally I made it to the Cafeteria and it was packed. Numerous servants from every singularity and Lostbelt milling around.

A table was beset by a few saberfaces, another a collective group of Chinese servants from Lostbelt 3, a table on the far side was a group of archers who certainly were conducting some target practice in their spare time, and yet another had a group of Japanese servants. Just to fit in, I decided to get in line. Just ahead of me was Minamoto no Raikou, her ridiculous proportions made ogling impossible to prevent. Getting in line behind me was the swallow slayer himself. It makes me remember that Chaldea is overwhelmingly made of Japanese servants for some reason.

Behind in the kitchen the ever dependable Emiya Archer and the chirping Beni Enma worked tirelessly to provide meals for everyone. The meal today was Mapo Tofu and everyone ate it with glee.

With my meal in hand, I sat at the Japanese servants table. Around me sat Okita (Daishuri!), Tamamo no Mae, Shuten Douji, and Raikou, who had sat down right before I did.

In her expected motherly delivery, Raikou speaks to me first. “Tomoe dear, I’ve heard about what happened with Baobhan Sith earlier this morning. Are you okay?”

“You’ve nothing to be concerned about. It was a misunderstanding with Lady Bao. It’s been sorted out. She merely wanted to understand what it was like to have such a fat pair of titties, when her’s are like ant hills.”

Shuten nearly spit out her food hearing these words come out of Tomoe’s mouth. “Bahaha. Tomoe what in the name of Amaterasu did you just say?!”

“Bao wanted to know what having massive cow udders attached to the chest was like. I feel as if I’ve explained this properly. Raikou has been asked this numerous times before, I assure you of that.” I humph out loud, seemingly as if I spoke a totally reasonable set of words.

“Whatever you say, you must have woken on the wrong side of bed today.” Comments Okita dismissively.

“That’s quite un-ladylike,” chimes in Tamamo. “You can’t say such things out loud Tomoe. Only in privacy with your husband. Like with me and master.” A look of love smothers Tamamo and she’s lost in a fantasy involving the human master.

Okita is confused for a second but gets over it, commenting in spite of Tamamo visually drooling. “Uh, what Tamamo was trying to say if that it’s a very rude way of saying things.”

Shuten gives her direct two cents. “Let it be known I disagree, I’d say it the same way just to spite you chaste moral know-it-alls.” She smiles at me, in recognition that maybe Tomoe isn’t completely a stick in the mud.

“Regardless. Bao was feeling unwell, so I took her to the bath and then back to her room.” I continue smiling like a saint. Chipper and positive.

“I played with her naked body a little and had her cum, but all to make sure she got all her anger out. I had to use my ultra sexy toned body to help her. And then I cleaned her up with my tongue. Her cum tasted pretty good, so no worse for wear.” If the prior decidedly unchaste statement elicited some replies, this one shocked the entire table into silence.

I continued to add. “You can’t expect a virgin woman like Baobhan Sith to get over it until you play with their titties or give them a quick fuck. That’s just expected at that point!”

Everyone looked at me in Tomoe’s body in shock. “You all clearly don’t understand what I’m saying. And here I thought I was sitting among peers.” I glare at them while speaking.

I raise my voice and stand up trying to ask the room for advice.

“It’s reasonable to assume that most of you are jealous of my tight figure with these large milk-producing tits, no?”

I motion directly to Tomoe’s fat udders, taking a massive prolonged grope of both of them with my hands. I moan out loud, loud enough for the entire room to hear.

“And if you’re angry about it, bringing you to orgasm would make you less angry?” I make a pumping and then a fisting motion with Tomoe’s smooth hands.

The room is dead quiet and nobody really knows how to respond. I see Vritra stands in the far corner giggling, trying not to break the silence I’ve caused.

“Well?! Come on. And while I’m speaking, who wouldn’t want to fuck me in my tight wanting pussy? My husband isn’t here so I’m kinda looking to get dicked down or finger fucked. Or if you’re good at eating pussy. I’m dripping nearly constantly from need!” It’s a stream of consciousness by design, it’s making me gush to say these things.

I act flustered, unable to get why this room of servants just hate a married woman looking to cum outside of marriage, evidently.

Vritra loses it, she’s laughing at the display I’ve put on. It’s the only noise besides my insane ranting as Tomoe Gozen.

“Ugh. You’re all such prudes. I’m gonna go masturbate in a bathroom, or maybe just in the hallway then. If you hear moaning, that’s me trying to cum buckets. If anyone wants to join, you can.”

I storm off in Tomoe’s body. Her reputation is decidedly destroyed as a homely woman-in-waiting for her husband. Maybe she’ll get propositioned by some more sexually open servants.

Once out of view of the servants in the cafeteria, I start chortling. To pull such a public deception, a display that nobody in the room will forget any time soon, has made me thoroughly entertained beyond measure. I might as well finish the scene by masturbating in public, just as “Tomoe” declared she would.