Artoria (Lancer) and Mordred

It was the legendary king Arthur, known in Chaldea as the Lancer class servant Artoria Pendragon.

She was dressed in nothing but a set of semi-transparent underwear that barely contained her ample assets.

Her skin was flawless and pale, Her long, golden hair fell over her shoulders, framing her face and the piercing green eyes that seemed to see through the very soul of any man who dared to gaze upon her.

Her voluptuous breasts, the envy of goddesses and mortals alike, were pushed up and almost spilling out of her bra, which was adorned with intricate, silver lace.

Shirou's eyes immediately locked onto her, his gaze unashamedly roving over her incredible body, his thoughts a whirlwind of desire and admiration. He knew he was lucky to be in a place where such beauty and power could be found in one being.

"Artoria," he said, his voice a bit raspy from the sight of her.

She looked up, her smile growing as she saw his reaction to her attire. "Shirou," she said, her eyes sparkling with mischief.

Her breasts bounced slightly as she stood up, the underwear doing nothing to hide their grandeur.

"You look tired," she teased, crossing her arms under her bust, pushing her breasts together and making them appear even more voluminous. The way the fabric clung to her skin and the way the light played off the silver threads had Shirou's mind racing with thoughts of peeling them off with his teeth.

"I am," he replied, trying to sound nonchalant as he took in her stunning figure. Artoria was known for her stoic demeanor on the battlefield, but in these intimate moments, she had a playful side that made his heart race. "But I'm sure I'll find the energy for tonight."

Artoria sauntered closer, her hips swaying seductively with each step. Her legs, long and powerful from centuries of combat, were on full display, the semi-transparent panties revealing the outline of her sex beneath. Shirou felt his breath hitch as she stopped just inches from him, her scent, a mix of battle and femininity, filling his nostrils and sending a shiver down his spine.

Her breasts, those magnificent orbs of temptation, were pushed up by the underwire, creating a tantalizing cleavage that begged for his touch. He couldn't resist reaching out and cupping one in his hand, feeling its weight and warmth. Artoria gasped lightly, her eyes fluttering closed as she leaned into his touch.

With a gentle tug, he led her to his bed, the sheets a stark contrast to the cold metal floor of the room. She sat down, her legs dangling over the side, and he stepped closer, his arousal growing with every passing moment. He didn't waste any time, pushing her back onto the bed and climbing on top of her.

Shirou took a moment to appreciate Artoria's beauty as she lay before him, her eyes filled with desire and anticipation. He leaned in, capturing her lips in a kiss that was both passionate and tender. Their tongues danced together as their hands explored each other's bodies. He could feel the heat of her skin through the flimsy barrier of her underwear, and he knew she felt his hardness pressing against her thigh.

With a deft move, he unzipped his pants, freeing his erection. It stood tall and proud, a testament to his desire for the warrior queen.

Artoria's eyes widened slightly, as he sat on stomach, straddling her, his arousal nestled between her breasts. He leaned back, giving her a playful wink, before he began to move his hips, sliding his shaft back and forth between her ample mounds.

The friction of his cock against her smooth skin, combined with the gentle squeeze of her cleavage, was exhilarating. She giggled, a sound that was surprisingly cute coming from the legendary king, her cheeks flushing a soft pink.

"I see you're eager," she murmured, reaching up to stroke his cheek.

Shirou grinned, his eyes never leaving hers, With a gentle yet firm pressure, he pushed them together, creating a soft, warm channel for his cock. He began to thrust, the sensation of her flesh against his shaft sending waves of pleasure through his body.

Artoria's eyes closed in delight, her breathing becoming more ragged as he used her chest as his playground.

He pinched her nipples through the lace, eliciting a soft moan from her lips, and watched as they stiffened into hard peaks. The sound of his cock slapping against her flesh filled the room, a rhythmic symphony that grew more intense with every movement.

Artoria's hands slid down her own body, her fingers playing with the waistband of her panties.

She dipped her fingers beneath the fabric and began to tease her clit, her movements matching the rhythm of Shirou's thrusts.

Her hips began to rock, pushing her breasts more forcefully against his cock, the friction sending jolts of pleasure through her body.

Shirou's own breathing grew ragged as he watched her touch herself, her fingers deftly working her sensitive flesh.

He kept working and using her mountains of flesh to his advantage, the sight of his cock disappearing between her breasts only making him more aroused. Her panties grew damp from her own arousal, the scent of her desire wafting up to him, making his nostrils flare. He knew she was close, her breaths coming in short gasps, her body quivering with every stroke.

He timed it perfectly, sliding his cock out of the valley of her breasts just as her orgasm took hold.

He aimed at face, and released thick, hot semen on her face and chest. The ropes of cum painted her fair skin, highlighting her features like a masterpiece. She gasped in pleasure, her eyes fluttering open to meet his, a look of pure ecstasy on her face. Artoria's hand stopped their dance on her clit, her body shuddering as the last waves of her climax washed over her.

He watched as Artoria's chest rose and fell with each breath, her breasts jiggling slightly with every movement. She reached up with a trembling hand, her fingers tracing the line of cum down her cheek to her mouth. She licked them clean, a sultry look in her eyes as she tasted him.

He was once again hard as rock, his desire for Artoria insatiable.

Shirou repositioned himself, using the tip of his cock to trace her lips, smearing his own cum across her mouth. She opened for him, her tongue darting out to lick the salty fluid from his shaft. He groaned, the sensation of her wet, warm tongue against his sensitive skin too much to resist.

Without a word, he slid into her mouth, her lips enveloping him in a velvety embrace. Artoria was an experienced in pleasuring him, and her skills were evident as she took him in, her tongue swirling around his head, teasing and caressing his frenulum. He could feel her throat contract around him as she took him deeper, her eyes locked on his, filled with a fiery passion that could melt the coldest of hearts.

Her mouth was warm and wet, her teeth grazing lightly against his sensitive skin, sending jolts of pleasure through his body. Shirou's hips began to move, gently fucking her face, the sound of his cock sliding in and out of her mouth mingling with their heavy breaths. Artoria took him in, her cheeks hollowing as she sucked with a ferocity that surprised even him. He moaned, his hands tangling in her hair as he guided her movements, setting a tempo that had them both on the edge of ecstasy.

Her tongue danced around the head of his cock, swirling and flicking, teasing the slit and the sensitive spot just beneath. His eyes rolled back in his head as she took him deeper, her throat muscles massaging him in a way that was both divine and animalistic. He could feel his orgasm building, a pressure that grew with each second, threatening to spill over.

Shirou's hands tightened in her hair as he thrust slightly, guiding her movements. Artoria's eyes never left his, her gaze filled with a fiery need that mirrored his own. Her mouth was a perfect fit, her lips creating a tight seal around his shaft that made every stroke feel like heaven.

Using her mouth on him was an art form, and she was a master.

Artoria's mouth was a warm, wet heaven for Shirou's cock, her tongue a masterful conductor orchestrating symphonies of pleasure. She sucked him with an enthusiasm that belied her regal demeanor, her cheeks hollowing and filling with each bob of her head, her eyes never leaving his. He could feel her throat muscles clench around him, pulling him deeper and deeper, a silent invitation for him to release his seed.

Shirou's breaths grew shallow, his hips moving with a mind of their own as he fucked her face. His balls tightened, and he knew he was close. "Artoria," he groaned, his voice strained with passion. "I'm going to cum."

Her eyes lit up, and she nodded, her cheeks flushed with excitement. She sucked harder, her tongue swirling around his cock like a whirlpool of pleasure. He couldn't hold back anymore.

Shirou released his load into her mouth. She took it all, her throat working to swallow his warm, thick semen.

Her eyes remained locked on his, the fiery passion in them not diminishing even as she cleaned his cock with her tongue. He pulled out of her mouth with a wet pop, watching as a string of cum connected them briefly before breaking.

Just as he was about to move on to the main course, the sweet, wet embrace of Artoria's pussy, a muffled sound of moaning echoed through the cold metal corridor outside his room. Shirou's ears perked up, He recognized that sound, it was a sound of pleasure, one that was all too common to his ears.

It was clear that the had a voyeur on his hand.

With a flick of his wrist, Shirou used a command seal to teleport the source of the noise inside his room.

The air shimmered and a naked Mordred Pendragon appeared, her body flushed and glistening with arousal. Her eyes went wide with shock as she found herself in the presence of Shirou and Artoria.

"Mordred," Shirou said, his voice steady despite the surprise. He had been expecting one of the other servants, but the sight of Artoria's scandalous descendant was not entirely unwelcome.

Mordred looked up at him with a mix of embarrassment and desire, her hand still buried between her legs, her fingers glistening with her own juices. Her blonde hair was a wild mess around her flushed face, and her eyes, so much like Artoria's yet filled with a rebellious spark, searched for a way out of the situation.

Shirou couldn't help but smile. "Looks like you're already in the mood for a little fun," he said, his eyes dropping to her hand and the evidence of her arousal.

Mordred's cheeks burned with a blush that spread down her neck and across her chest. She quickly withdrew her hand, looking up at him with a mix of annoyance and curiosity. "I'm sorry, Shirou?" she asked, her voice a breathless whisper.

Artoria's eyes narrowed at the sight of the intruder, her playful mood dissipating into one of stern authority. "Mordred, address Shirou with the proper respect," she admonished, her voice firm. "He is our master here, after all."

Mordred's eyes flickered with defiance for a moment before they softened. She took a deep breath, her chest rising and falling as she composed herself. "I'm sorry, Daddy," she said, the word leaving her lips with a hint of challenge.

Shirou chuckled, amused by Mordred's antics. He knew that underneath her rebellious exterior, she was just as eager to serve as the rest of them. "It's alright," he said, his voice smooth and calm. "I don't mind an audience."

"What do you think, Artoria?" Shirou asked with a mischievous smile, his cock still hard from their earlier play.

Artoria studied Mordred for a moment, her expression unreadable. Before declaring judgement "She should be punished, Afterall I can't have one of my knights acting so unbecomingly, can I?"

Mordred's eyes flashed with something akin to excitement, and she nodded. "As you wish, Father."

Artoria's gaze turned to Mordred, a smirk playing at the corner of her mouth. She climbed off the bed and approached the blushing knight. With surprising agility, she bent Mordred over the side of the bed, her own nakedness forgotten in the heat of the moment.

Shirou watched, his cock still hard and eager, as Artoria's hand came down with a firm smack on Mordred's firm ass. The sound echoed through the room, a sharp crack that seemed to resonate with the tension in the air. Mordred gasped, her body jerking in response to the pain, but she didn't pull away. Instead, she pushed back, presenting herself more fully to Artoria.

Artoria's smirk grew into a wicked smile as she began to spank Mordred in earnest, her hand landing on the girl's ass in a steady rhythm that left red handprints on her pale skin. Mordred's moans grew louder, a mix of pain and pleasure that made Shirou's blood boil.

He stepped closer, his cock begging for release, and took his place in front of Mordred's mouth. She looked up at him with a mix of submission and challenge, her eyes glazed with arousal. He didn't need to say a word; she knew what to do.

Her lips parted, mouth wide open, welcoming him back into the warmth and wetness of her mouth.

As Artoria's hand came down on Mordred's ass, her moans grew louder, the sound muffled by Shirou's thick cock. He could feel the vibrations from her voice, her tongue working double time to pleasure him as she tried to muffle her cries.

Artoria's spanks grew harsher, each one leaving a fresh, red handprint on Mordred's alabaster skin. She didn't hold back, using the full **** of her strength to paint the girl's ass with a pattern of pain. Mordred's body quivered with each impact, her ass bouncing with the ****.

Shirou took advantage of the situation, gripping Mordred's head and fucking her mouth with an intensity that mirrored the punishment she was receiving. He slammed into her throat, her eyes watering and her nose pressed into his pubic hair. Her moans of pleasure were now muffled by his cock, the vibrations sending shivers of delight through his body.

Artoria's hand fell with a steady rhythm, each smack harder than the last. She watched with a mix of satisfaction and arousal as Mordred's skin turned from pale to pink, then red, under her ministrations.

Shirou took the opportunity to fuck Mordred's mouth with an intensity that matched the spanking she was receiving. His grip tightened on her hair, his hips snapping forward with every thrust, pushing his cock deep into her throat. She gagged and sputtered, her eyes watering, but she didn't resist.

Artoria's hand came down in a rapid flurry of spanks, the sound of flesh meeting flesh a testament to her dominance. Mordred's moans grew more ****, her body writhing under the dual **** of pain and pleasure.

Shirou's eyes gleamed with excitement as he watched the scene unfold. He had never seen Artoria act so assertively, and the sight of her taking control was incredibly arousing. He took the opportunity to explore Mordred's mouth even further, pushing her to her limits as she attempted to swallow every inch of him.

Artoria's hand was a blur as she rained spanks down on Mordred's reddening ass. Each smack echoed in the room, punctuating the rhythm of Shirou's thrusts. The girl's moans grew louder, muffled by his cock, and he could see the pleasure in her eyes despite the pain.

Shirou felt his orgasm approaching like a freight train, and as he reached the peak, Artoria stopped her spanking. She leaned down, whispering something in Mordred's ear that made her whimper. Shirou didn't know what she said, but he knew what was about to happen.

With a final, powerful thrust, Shirou came, his semen flooding Mordred's mouth. She tried to swallow, but Artoria was quicker. She pulled the Mordred into her embrace.

The knight King's mouth closed over hers, their tongues dancing as they shared his seed. The taste of his cum mingled with Mordred's own juices, and he could see the spark in Artoria's eyes as she claimed her share of his pleasure.

The kiss was deep and possessive, Artoria's dominance over Mordred clear.

Shirou's eyes never left the two of them, his cock still hard and eager to continue the night's festivities.

Mordred's ass was a fiery red from Artoria's spanking, the sight of her painfully arousing.

Shirou wasted no time, "Artoria, I don't think she's been punished enough," he said, his voice thick with lust.

Artoria chuckled, understanding the unspoken request in his tone. She released Mordred's mouth, leaving the girl panting and **** for more. She stepped aside, giving Shirou full access to the glowing red ass before him. Mordred's eyes never left his, filled with a mix of lust and submission that made his cock throb with need.

Shirou didn't hesitate. He stepped forward, his cock slick with spit and precum. He pressed the tip of his member against Mordred's tight asshole, feeling the heat and resistance of her body. With one firm push, he was inside her, her walls clamping down around him like a velvet vice. Mordred's moan was music to his ears, a symphony of pleasure and pain that grew louder as he began to thrust.

Her ass was tight, gripping him like a fist with every stroke. He could feel the sting of her earlier punishment, the heat of her skin radiating into his cock as he plunged in and out of her. It was a sensation that was at once foreign and exhilarating, a mix of pain and pleasure that sent shockwaves through his body.

Mordred's eyes were glazed over, lost in a world of pain and ecstasy as she felt her master's cock invade her most private place. Her body was a canvas of sensations, each thrust a new brushstroke of pleasure that painted over the previous one.

Artoria watched with a knowing smile as Shirou claimed her. She had felt the same way when he had taken her, and she knew the depths of pleasure Mordred was experiencing.

It was supposed to ber her night, But she was more than happy to share with her 'son'.

Shirou's cock plunged into Mordred's tight ass, filling her up in a way that made her scream around his cock.

Her body was a canvas of pleasure and pain as he began to fuck her in earnest, each thrust sending waves of sensation through her. She felt her muscles tighten around him, trying to hold onto him as if she could keep him inside her forever.

Artoria's eyes gleamed with approval as she watched Shirou claim Mordred's ass. She knew the girl had been eager for this moment, had been pushing boundaries to get his attention. Now that she had it, she was going to make sure she never forgot who was in charge.

With a firm grip on Mordred's hair, Artoria guided her face down to her own wet pussy. "Eat," she commanded, and Mordred obeyed, her tongue eagerly lapping at the juices that coated Artoria's folds. The smell of arousal was thick in the air, a potent mix of the three of them that seemed to amplify the intensity of the moment.

Shirou's cock slammed into Mordred's ass, the sound of flesh meeting flesh echoing through the room. He watched as Artoria's face contorted in pleasure, her legs spread wide to accommodate the eager mouth of her son. The sight of Mordred's red, punished skin against Artoria's pale thighs was almost too much for him to handle.

With every thrust, Shirou could feel Mordred's ass tighten around him, her body begging for release. Her muffled moans grew louder, the vibrations of her voice against Artoria's pussy sending tremors through her body. Artoria's own moans grew more intense, her hips bucking up to meet Mordred's mouth.

The sight of Mordred's reddened ass, still bearing the marks of Artoria's spanking, was almost too much for Shirou to handle. He increased his pace, driving into her with a fervor that seemed to shake the very foundations of the room. Her moans grew louder, her tongue working overtime as she lapped at Artoria's clit.

"That's it," she murmured, her voice low and sultry. "Just like that."

Artoria's eyes were hooded with lust as she watched Shirou and Mordred, their bodies moving together in a dance of passion and submission. The sight of Shirou's cock disappearing into Mordred's ass was almost too much to bear, her own arousal spiking as she felt the vibrations of the girl's moans against her clit.

Shirou felt Mordred's body tense around him, her muscles contracting as she approached climax. He knew she was close, her breaths coming in.

With one final, deep thrust, Shirou released the build up pressure down Mordred's ass, in response Mordred's ass clench around him, her moan muffled as she came hard, her muscles spasming with pleasure.

At the same time, Artoria's own climax hit her like a bolt of lightning, her body arching as Mordred's tongue sent her over the edge. The warrior queen's juices coated Mordred's face, a testament to the intensity of her orgasm.

Breathless and trembling, Mordred pulled away from Artoria's pussy, her eyes glazed with passion. Shirou withdrew from her ass with a wet pop, his cock glistening with a mix of their fluids. He took a step back, admiring the scene before him.

Artoria's legs were spread wide, her pussy red and swollen from her orgasm. Mordred's ass was a canvas of red handprints, her skin warm to the touch. The air was thick with the scent of sex, a potent reminder of the intense pleasure they had shared.

With a satisfied sigh, Shirou collapsed onto the bed, his body spent but his mind racing with excitement for what the night still held. He was sandwiched between the two, Mordred on one side and Artoria on the other. Her arm was draped over his chest, Mordred's head was nestled in the crook of his neck, her breaths coming in gentle huffs against his skin.

The warmth of their bodies pressed against him was a stark contrast to the cold, metallic room, creating a cozy cocoon of passion and desire. He could feel the softness of Artoria's breasts against his side, her heartbeat steady and strong. Mordred's smaller frame fit perfectly against him, her firm thigh pressing into his.

As he drifted off to sleep, Shirou's mind wandered, replaying the events of the evening.