Cock Queening

Hinako stared into his eyes for several moments, her blood red eyes searching for any sort of weakness, doubt or hesitation within his that would let her find some way to escape from this situation without making an impossible choice. She could leave. She could just do nothing and go, and stay true to Xiang Yu. But her body revolted against the idea. Her core dripped with arousal, the largest cock she had ever seen in her life stirring to life the insane desire that was imprinted firmly into her mind, driving her mad with lust. She wanted to feel it inside of her. To feel herself being split open and stretched around a huge pillar of man meat thicker than her own arm, and almost as long as her forearm.

Her body ached for it. There was a fire inside of her that was burning bright and demanding her to feed it with thick, hot semen. She knew intellectually that to do so would be to pour on gasoline. The flame would become a raging inferno that would sweep her up in its ravenous intensity and steal away what little restraint she had remaining. But just the temptation was enticing. Just the idea that she could fall like that impossibly intriguing.

What would it be like? To feel herself be impaled upon the end of a spear like that? Would she break immediately? Would she find herself washed away in an overwhelming tidal wave of pleasure? Or might she be able to endure for a while, and better sample that delicate taste of turgid cock rod?

And what would Shirou be like? Would he be gentle like Xiang Yu had been all those centuries ago, and make love to her even as she tossed and turned, moaned and mewled upon the end of his swollen member? Or would he be rougher, hungrier, ruthless in his domination of her body?

The possibilities were all so insane. But she had to be strong. Her mind had to be a bulwark against the lust. Lust was a human emotion, for human minds. She was an elemental being. Something as above human lusts and loves as she was above them in magical capacity. She was not some simple ghoul who was consumed by the desire for human lifeblood to sate their hunger, and this was just another form of Hunger that she was above.

It was still an act of the most amazing willpower for her to ease herself up, Shirou’s hands on her hips simply allowing her to go as she wished. Slowly she raised up and away from his cock, bowing her head as she went so she could continue to look Shirou right in the eyes. She hoped to see him disappointed that he wasn’t going to get what he wanted, that he wasn’t going to get the sex that he seemed to believe would magically fix all of the problems in the world.

But his naivety held strong, and his eyes remained fixed on her without any flinching. He just kept looking up at her, his face blank but for the slightest of smiles. If she had to describe it, she wouldn’t call it smug. Simply expectant. Whatever happened now, he was more than willing to accept it, but he was making a bet on her. He really did sincerely believe all of that shit he’d said about being able to get everyone to give up on their wishes and come together peacefully around the end of his cock.

It was certainly ambitious. And delusional. But so were the best of dreams were they not? It had been just such a dream that had led to the unification of all of China under a single banner. That had been thought impossible for millennia before she had witnessed firsthand as it was achieved. Why should this impossible dream be any different?

Because those were dreams held by great men. And even once achieved, men like her beloved had made them fleeting and ephemeral. Shirou Emiya was not a great man, she could see that just from looking at him. He did not have the presence of one. He did not possess the unchallengeable authority that allowed them to speak absolute nonsense and have men listen in rapt fascination as they made the stuff of dreams into an illusion so sweet no man would wish to ever break free from it. Shirou did not have that. Shirou was just Normal.

She rose to the very apex of what she could, her arms around his neck at full extension. Her skirt fluttered in the winds, and her panties finally gave in the ghost and practically disintegrated, the weight of the feminine liquid they had been soaked in weighing them down more than they could take, and they snapped, falling off and fluttering down to the ground as an erogenous souvenir for him to keep of this meeting.

She closed her eyes to steady herself, finally breaking his gaze. That didn’t mean she couldn’t still feel his eyes fixed onto her own even behind her eyelids. She took in a deep breath, nostrils flaring as they inhaled a potent whiff of the concoction of scents born of the overlapping smells of his natural musk, her own arousal, and the scent of fresh air blowing over the rooftops.

‘Please forgive me for being such a weak willed woman Xiang Yu-sama. Two millenia without your touch has made this task truly impossible.’ And then she slammed herself down, her cunt splaying wide as it slid down right over the swollen head of Shirou’s dick, her pussy hungrily swallowing his titanic shaft down, gulping down inch after inch swiftly and smoothly, until her labial lips met the base of his shaft in an erogenous kiss.

“Ooooooh” She moaned out as she was stretched to completion. As an elemental she lacked so many of the physical limitations that weak humans possessed, but even she found herself pushed to the very breaking point trying to endure this. What was inside of her right now felt like a Tree was sprouting inside of her, trying to push out of her in every direction so that it could spread its branches and display its splendor to the world. And she was just able to take it all inside of her. Just.

The only thing she had to compare it to was Xiang Yu’s own length, and how similar it had been, but her memories of him could only take her so far. This was here and now, and oh so very real. The details were crisp, the scent sublime, the heat and the way she could feel it pulsing inside of her were just a few of the tiny things that she had forgotten in her 2000 years of celibacy, but now they rocketed to the forefront of her mind, engraving themselves upon it.

But the cock wasn’t the only thing that was different. She was different. Before she had been a virgin, unaccustomed to the act of procreation, and when Xiang Yu had shown her how it had been a blessed moment. Now she was no such thing, but in some ways it was even worse for her. Now she knew exactly what to expect, and her body had cried out for it. For 2000 years she had ignored it, pretended it wasn’t there, and after long enough she had convinced herself that was the truth. That her Libido didn’t exist.

But it had been, and once she had made it clear she was ignoring it, her libido had acted on its own. Unobserved and unsupervised, it had spread its way through her spiritual body and began to make the lightest of tweaks and changes to her body, preparing the ground perfectly so that when the trap was finally to be sprung, there could be no question of its outcome. And it had been given 2000 years to plan every detail of this moment.

Hinako squealed like a stuck pig upon the end of his cock. Every nerve in her body was on fire, her sensitivity increased ten, no twentyfold from what it had once been when she had first given up her chastity to her Darling Xiang Yu. She needed time. She needed time to process, to endure, to take in what was happening to her and then get to the point where she could tolerate it enough to be able to move without blitzing out her brains all over the floor.

But that wasn’t her choice to make at the end of the day. Shirou’s hands may have allowed her to rise freely, but they had never removed themselves from their perch on her hips, and now was when they chose to utilise that grip. With his hold on her he grabbed her pelvis and dragged it up the length of his cock, drawing it back out of her until the tip of his cock was just exiting the outer doors of her womb.

As his cock was being drawn out of her cunt, it felt equally like her brain was being drawn out of her skull on the end of a string, her mind and collected thoughts being washed away like gunk collected on the inside of a pipe, that he was now unclogging with his cock. She could do nothing but moan about the whole affair. Why did losing your mind have to feel so good?

His cock pressed against the entrance to her womb, and he bounced her there several times over and over, planting tiny kisses on her cervix with the very tip of his cock. She definitely appreciated that, each kiss launching her into letting out new yowls of pleasure like a cat in heat being railed by the most virile tomcat in town. Every kiss was a jolt of pleasure that ran through her faster than lightning, shattering her every defence into useless dust before his ****. Never in her millenia of life had she ever considered that such a small movement could ever bring her so much mind wiping pleasure.

And then he dropped her, and she fell all the way back down her cock, the tip of it slamming right into the back wall of her womb like a jackhammer. “Ooooooohhhh!” She moaned as her face morphed into the very image of ahegao, her mouth spread wide, eyes steamed up with lust that could not be matched by any woman who had never known a cock piercing into her womb.

He did not intend to disappoint, and so of course that was not the end of it. Just because he had seen her face twisted into the very image of feminine disgrace and pleasure mashed together into one, it wasn’t the end. He was not going to stop until he had seeded this warm womb, whether a normal human could impregnate a vampiress or not.

And Hinako was more than behind him about that fact. She wanted him to, she wanted him to bring her the constant aching pleasure of walking around with a deluge of semen in her belly, warming her through far better than thick woollen clothing could ever hope to match. She wanted to swell as her stomach was pumped full over and over, growing and growing like a balloon until she looked like a woman 9 months pregnant and ready to pop. And she wanted his cock to miraculously grow until it was pushing right through her. As an elemental her body was more malleable than any normal human. If Shirou was powerful enough to shove his cock all of the way through her body, then could there be any better fate for a hopeless cockmonger like her?

He kept going, kept bouncing her. Her womb was kissed and fondled and teased like he was making out with her cervix, and as she once again twisted around in pleasure atop him, body spasming around his cock, Shirou released one of his hands from her hips and brought it up to cup her cheek. With Ishtar’s blessing of strength a single hand was more than enough to keep playing with her as he had been before with only the one hand.

With her cupped cheek he managed to keep her head still despite the way her constant ahegao expression drove her to buck and bend and rotate and squirm, and so Shirou got to delight in the look in her eyes even as he continued to fuck away, railing right up into her broiling core. His seed was swirling around inside of his balls, and they were practically begging to be released into her warm centre. If there was any wish that he was more willing to grant in this world, then he had never heard it, and so with a purr of pleasure he released his first shot of semen right into her awaiting womb.

Her eyes swam within her skull, losing all sense of focus and rolling back into her head so far that he was sure he almost saw them roll right back around to facing front and centre, and her damp, red painted lips looked so absolutely enticing in that moment. She just looked so delicious all stirred up like that.

As his squirt of semen came to an end, he felt her pussy momentarily loosen before it tightened right back up like an industrial vice, and focus returned to her eyes as she got to experience the sensation she had been waiting for. He waited for a moment as her vision fixed onto him, and he leaned down and forwards towards her so that she was hovering mere inches away from her face. He watched as her tongue lashed out and licked along her own lips, coating them in a second layer of saliva that made their red shade stand out all the more.

He gave her a moment, just a few short seconds, that she could say no, or ask him to stop, or demand to be allowed to go free, and if she asked he would provide it. There was nothing stopping him from getting all of the pussy he wanted thanks to Saber’s newfound devotion to him. There was nothing for him to fear on that front. But nothing came from it. He looked down into her eyes, trying to make the question he was posing to her as clear and understandable in his eyes as he could.

And she did nothing. She looked up at him, and through her glasses he saw only the signs of anticipation and hunger. And if she was hungry for something more than blood, then he was more than willing to provide.

He leaned down forwards, and pressed his mouth to hers, at first chastly, but the moment her lips parted before him he swiftly sent out his tongue to tangle with hers, and begin the delicate tonsil dance of two people passionately enthralled with one another. He ran his teeth over each of her teeth in turn, feeling the four pointed tips where her normal human teeth were missing and in their place sat the far longer and sharper throat ripping fangs of a bloodsucker. She almost seemed to shiver and squirm as his tongue ran over them, like she was holding herself back from biting down and giving his tongue a new piercing which she could drink her fill from, but if that was the case then her willpower prevailed, and he was able to continue his plundering of his mouth without issue.

His cock continued its ceaseless **** on her cunt, a practically catastrophe of erotic proportions. He could feel the bulge his cock was making in her stomach as it pressed up against the walls of her womb, her tight, taut stomach making it so much more obvious for him than it might have been if he was looking at a woman with any sort of meat on her bones. But Hinako was fit and her body was conservative and efficient, and there was nothing there that was not absolutely necessary. Fat was not necessary.

He kept fucking her, his monument of a cock ravishing her insides over and over, and she was clamping down on him tighter and tigher as he continued to fuck her. He looked into her eyes as they went wide and became frantic, shaking and staring off into the space behind him. And then she came with an overwhelming shudder, and that spasm around his dick set him off again as well. With the enhancement that he had been given by Ishtar’s potent blessing, enhanced in function with him thanks to her affection, both her own and that inherited from Rin, his cock let loose a true deluge of cum into her.

She felt it then. She had fantasised about him stretching him out, filling him up until she began to swell. But she had never entertained the notion that he might actually be able to pull it off. But now, as that second load blasted into her womb to join the one before it, she was beginning to swell.

And it was everything she had ever dreamed it would be. The way that all of that delightful lifeforce energy was sloshing around inside of her body, it was something exceptional beyond words. She had sampled blood before even if she had never had any physical need for it like other similar creatures as her might, but she had to admit that it was a delicious taste, and euphoric in nature. It had the potential to be an incredibly addictive sensation like human narcotics, and so she had endeavoured even more to keep herself clear of it as much as possible since then. But this… this was something on a whole nother level that that, and she could see herself becoming as addicted to this feeling as she had spent so long trying not to be with blood.

It was that realisation more than anything else that made her finally break free of the lustful fugue state that had overtaken her and ripped her away into the pleasure of sexual frivolity. She planted her hand on Shirou’s chest and pushed him away, pulling her mouth free of his, though it left a long string of saliva running between the two of them. With incredible effort, she managed to get her legs underneath her and leverage herself up and off of his cock, taking a few steps back, and her legs quivered and shook as dregs of semen began to spatter out of her cunt onto the stone roof, staining it white with Shirou’s potent seed.

Shirou rose to follow after her, hands going to his trousers to pull them back up, but she raised a hand up to signal him to hold. She took several shuddering breaths, before gathering her hands around her waist and began to squeeze the distended bump that he had left her with. Her legs almost gave out from under her as she felt the incredible pleasure of relieving her womb of all of the sticky semen goodness that it had been blessed with. For a size queen such as her, it almost felt like she was committing some kind of grave sin, but then again, with the intense wracks of pleasure going through her as she **** more and more semen free from her body, maybe it was actually something virtuous.

Shirou slowly stood up, waiting and watching for any sign of her trying to tell him now, but she seemed perfectly fine with him standing, just having a problem with the idea of him putting away his cock before she was finished with it.

As the very last of the semen in her womb was squeezed free, her legs really did give out and she collapsed forwards onto her knees. She didn’t let that stop her though, and her hands came up, swirling in a circle to beckon Shirou forwards. He quirked his head to the side to silently question where she was going with this, but he still complied none the less.

As his cock swung from side to side as he moved forwards, Hinako’s eyes followed its every sway even if her current physical weakness meant that her body could not. And as his titanic cock swung forwards, truly worthy of the epithet for it appeared to have the size and strength to hold up the sky, or atleast a woman’s body, all on its lonesome. Her eyes still boggled at its sheer size even after she had been split open by the thing.

Slowly, she leaned forwards, dropped open her lower jaw, and let out her tongue. Starting from the base, she licked all the way along his length, leaving a single long trail of saliva all the way, until she got right to the tip, where she lapped up a few drops of remaining seed and chapped her lips together as she swallowed it down. “I’ll admit.” She began as she returned to the base of his cock and began to drag her tongue along it again, slowly beginning to work her way around the circumference of his cock, working in long smooth strokes all the way. “You wield a very powerful weapon here. With something this fierce, it really is likely that you would be able to defeat me. Your plan actually does hold some merit.”

She finished working her way around the outside of the cock, and returned to just suckling on the end of his cock, slurping out the last few dregs of seed still just inside. “But not yet.” And with that she finished off, grabbing the rim of his trousers and almost lovingly raising them, tucking his cock back away inside his pants. She stood up to make sure she was looking into his eyes from as equal a level as possible as she continued. “Right now my wish is still my own, and I won’t give up on it after just one fuck. If you want to claim me and my servant, then you are going to need to bring more than that.”

With those final words spoken, she turned and began to walk the path straight across the roof back to the stairway. Shirou watched bemused as the second cunt he had claimed in his life began to sashay away from him, a definite swaying and swishing to her hips that hadn’t been there before. Just at the threshold to the inside she stopped, grabbing hold of the doorframe and turning to look back over her shoulder at him. “It’s not about what you have, it’s about how you use it.”

“Hmph!” Shirou clamped down on a chuckle as he watched her vanish down into the school again. “You say that.” He turned around and walked over to the mesh wire fencing that surrounded the roof, taking a look out over Fuyuki. Afternoon classes were still in session and so the school yard was almost entirely empty.

Somewhere out there were four more Masters he had never met, waiting to be claimed. Somewhere out there were that Lancer woman, the petite and muscular Berserker, and four more incredibly cute and sexy Servants summoned forth. Eight women for him to gather together. Eight women to save from gruesome deaths at each other’s hands. Eight lives that he could save.

He couldn’t wait.