Bradamantass-fucking

"Mordred." Ritsuka called out, holding up one hand to try and hold the servant back for a moment. At the exact moment he did though, the Lancer's eyes widened in alarm, turning to look at Mordred with what seemed like a mixture of abject terror and overwhelming anger. Her hands on her spear and shield tightened, and she made to lunge forward and attack the Saber.

Mordred recognised the motions, and had her huge blade up just in time to block the Lancer's attack, using the flat of Clarent as a shield to stop the piercing spear, and then using her immense physical strength to almost bludgeon the Lancer over the head with her huge blade. The Lancer brought her shield up, angled to divert the blow upwards and away from her body, and tried again, thrusting her spear out towards Mordred's bared midriff.

The Saber sidestepped the attack, and let go of her blade with one hand, bringing it down and then pulling her arm flat against the side of her, catching Bradamante's weapon in her underarm. Thanks to her Mana Burst, Mordred was easily able to overpower the Lancer and wrench her weapon out of her hand. She allowed the other woman to retreat, and casually tossed the spear towards Ritsuka. "Hey Master. Hold this. I'm gonna show this girl a proper spear!" And with that call she bounded forwards, swinging her blade wildly.

He was going to stop them, was going to step in, or even use a command seal to break them apart, but as the spear sailed over and dropped daintily into his hands, he had a thought. Maybe this would actually be the best was to deal with these problems. He didn't get it, but Bradamante had reacted badly to the knowledge that his Saber servant was Mordred, and had almost instantly attacked. Mordred was clearly superior in fighting, and wasn't actually aiming to take Bradamante's head, while the same couldn't be said the other way around.

But most importantly, once he had overpowered her sexually, Mordred had submitted to him. If Mordred could **** the same submission on Bradamante, then the problem could be solved. At the very least, letting them fight it out here and now and resolve whatever issue there was through **** was better than leaving them to just glare at each other or be stuck being tense through the rest of forever. Interrupting might actually be worse for their relationship together.

He glanced back up at the battle just in time to witness Mordred literally lob Clarent at her opponent as if it was a battle axe, the blade spinning through the air, though it managed to end up point forwards just in time as it was about to impact Bradamante. The Lancer just barely got her shield in the fight position, and was slammed back, her arms being thrown out wide as the blade slammed into her and was knocked away. She steadied herself on her feet, but not in time.

Mordred hadn't been stationary, instead she had charged forwards right behind her sword, and launched herself at Bradamante, ending up slamming into her and catching her in a huge bear hug, chest to chest. Her arms clamped down, and she began to squeeze, pinning the Lancer's arms to her sides and forcing her to drop her shield. And once there was absolutely no question that Bradamante could not escape or even move without Mordred allowing it, she began her attack.

Mordred's cock had been erect and tenting the black curtain of fabric she called her underwear the entire time the battle had been going on, but it hadn't been a disadvantage for her. In fact, since Bradamante was also suffering from the same, but was much less used to the sensation, and hadn't had her cock thoroughly tamed by the tender touches of a Master yet, Mordred's erect cock was playing almost to her advantage, since Bradamante's eyes kept veering to it and causing her own dick to throb.

Now, with the two of them pressed chest to chest with no space in between them whatsoever, and her arms wrapped around her partner, Mordred began to truly exploit that fact. She began to shimmy and sway her pelvis, and slowly began to grind away her covered cock against Bradamante's own. He drank in the shimmying of Mordred's ass from behind as it started, and he began to walk forwards. The battle was over now, so the chances of being caught in the crossfire was now none. That meant getting closer to get a better view of the proceedings was perfectly safe.

And he was glad that he did. If his time being fucked by her had taught him anything, it was that Mordred's cock was a bit of a beastly thing. Now with it pressed up against Bradamante's side by side, it was clear that the Saber's equipment was superior in every way. She was longer, larger, and right now her cock was not the one steadily weeping white pre through her clothing. Bradamante on the other hand was barely holding herself together. Her smaller cock was still growing slightly, but it was clearly inferior, and very, very sensitive. He could already see the woman's eyes beginning to roll back into her skull.

"Mordred!" He called, dragging the other blonde away from inspecting the twitches of Bradamante's face to look over at him, and her own face almost instantly drooped like she was a young child expecting to be punished for dipping her hands into the cookie jar without permission. That turned into confusion a moment later when his hand found the top of her head, and gave her a few gentle pats. "Good job. So, do you want to play with her handlebars, or seed her womb?"

Mordred's eyes turned into stars and she looked up at him with absolute adoration for a moment. "I-I can? Really!?!" He nodded back, and that was how he learned that Mordred had one of the most adorable wholesome grins of anyone he'd ever met. "You're the best Master!!!" She turned back to the taller blonde she was still currently turning insensate through cock stimulation. Her eyes looked up and down, assessing the body before her, and he saw her slightly nibble at the inside of her cheek while she tried to work out which part of Bradamante she wanted to conquer first. Finally she nodded as she made her decision. "Mouth. I want Father to be the first servant I impregnate with my new bitchbreaker."

"Excellent." He said, as he moved around the back of the Lancer servant. She was apparently very sensitive, because she'd barely been in the bind for two minutes and she was already effectively ahegao'd just from the two futa cocks rubbing together. Ritsuka really wouldn't be surprised if she started foaming at the mouth any moment now. That meant it was perfectly safe for Mordred to release her arms, reach up and grab her head, and **** her down onto her knees so that she was at the perfect height for her to pull out her throbbing cock and slap it down right onto the Lancer's face.

"Ooh yes!" She cried enthusiastically as she dragged her cock over the Lancer's soft lips, feeling the warmth of a woman's breath along her length for the first time in her life. "H-Hey Master, d-do you think that you could suck my cock some time?" She asked tentatively. "I promise I'll do the same back, a-and you can have my ass, and my pussy, and I'll bear you children if you want them, but p-p-please suck my cock."

For a moment he considered it. He looked down at Mordred's cock, laid down across Bradamante's face. And there was a hint of desire there. He wasn't opposed to it. Mordred was a very beautiful woman, and he was more than willing to fuck and be fucked by her in the future. But right now he was in control because he had proved dominance, and sucking someone's cock wasn't something he could really imagine someone doing to someone they were dominant over. Maybe in the future when he was more sure in his control? He looked her dead in the eyes, trying to seem aloof like an Emperor looking down at a meagre peasant. "I'll think about it." It wasn't a yes. It also wasn't a no, and he felt a little guilty about stringing Mordred along when he saw the hope and desire shining clear in her eyes.

"Right now, we have something more important to do." He said, grabbing Bradamante's hips and hoisting them up, and planting a harsh spank on one of her butt cheeks before grabbing her white panties and ripping them off. "Didn't you have some pigtails to plow?"

"Right. Hey Lancer! You get to be my first facefuck. Congrats." And with that, she drew back her hips, and then bucked forwards, driving her cock right into the other servants mouth, splitting her mouth open and then forcing it further in and down into her throat. "OOOOH!" She moaned out as she felt the tight moist orifice accept her cock in with great gusto. Her hands tightened around Bradamante's pigtails, and she slowly began to use them to pull her face down onto her cock, just driving the last few inches of it down her throat. It was a good thing that Servant's didn't need to breath, because the Lancer would definitely be **** on that cock right now if the way her throat was bulging right now was anything to go by.

Ritsuka waited a few moments, just watching as Mordred slowly began to enjoy her first ever facefuck, putting her cock, and more importantly Bradamante's throat, to the test with a slow ramping up of her vigorous thrusting. Every thrust set off the Lancer's plush body jiggling, her cock and balls swaying underneath her like a cow's udders, and the steam of white pre coming from her was pretty much eradicated as she actually came from the brutalisation of her throat, spraying out a few quartz of futa cum all over the floor.

Ritsuka did the smart thing at that point. He removed his trousers, and began to take aim. Bradamante had some truly bountiful buttocks, the cheeks huge and jiggly while still being incredible smooth. He was almost certain that he could stay here and just watch this ass bounce for hours. But he had something else in mind for the smooth ivory white skin. His cock was standing tall already of course, it was impossible for it not to be when he had been watching something so absolutely erotic the entire time. In a moment he was laying it down between the two cheeks of her ass, and beginning to draw it back, letting the woman feel him leaving a trail of pre down the valley between her buttocks. Well, if she could feel anything at all right now given her current insensate state.

He glanced over at Mashu. She was still standing in the corner, hair covering on of her eyes, while the other was latched onto him and his currently unveiled cock. He couldn't even begin to fathom what she was thinking right now. They'd been through all of Fuyuki together, lost the Director together, and made it back together. And now he was just casually fucking a woman in front of her while she silently watched on without a word. There was no way that this situation was in any way normal.

But despite that, his cock slipped easily into Bradamante's ass, her rear end welcoming him inside like she was asking in an old friend, its hot depths almost sucking him into her, until his pelvis was bumping against her plush buttocks, the set acting like cushions to keep his hips from hurting as they slapped against her backside. It was tight, but not crushingly so, warm but not blistering, and wet, but not soggy. It fit right into the perfect goldilocks zone of an ass, and he truly loved the way his cock was able to just easily sink into her.

Then he felt as Bradamante tugged on her face again, once again driving her cock deep into the Lancer's throat, while the spit roasted servant's cock spewed out semen from her cock like the Niagara Falls. It was almost inconsiderate of his first servant. He had been balls deep, fully ensconced in a warm velvety ass glove, and then she had tugged a few inches of him free of her, and now they were exposed to the comparatively chilly air of the summoning room. His hands came up to her hips and was instantly tugging back, burying his length in her backside again, and he let out a sigh at the heat, like a sauna for his cock.

Then Mordred tugged again. And he tugged back. She tugged again. He held back his instinct to pull again so that he could look up at Mordred, showing on his face how affronted he was at the fact she was constantly pulling him just that little bit free from the complete comfort he was enjoying simply being buried in her rear. What he saw on Mordred's face was a completely unapologetic grin. Not one of defiance, but one of friendly competition. She was challenging him to a little game. And he was more than down to play.

Rallying his strength to his arms, he tugged as hard as he could, plunging his cock as deep as he could get it into her ass, and Mordred's smile doubled in size and responded in kind.

And so it went. The two of them, Master and Servant, passing her back and forth between them, playing a sexual tug of war with her body, using and abusing everything the Lancer's throat and rear could provide. They kept going for a long while, even as the puddle of white cock juice continued to grow and grow beneath them. Each of them came a time or two, but the game just kept going and going, one seeding not enough to end their little play fight. Even as the pool of servant spunk grew to the point that both of them were literally standing in it, they kept playing their little game.

Despite how surprising the fact might be, there was actually a thought going through Bradamante's thought at that time. 'More! More! I Love You Master!!!' Though which of the two of them she was referring to, or even in fact both of them, was anyone's guess.