Servant Sluts

Shirou was absolutely relentless in his facefucking of the Archer class servant. Over and over again he lifted her head up, then slammed it down, driving his large cock down her throat with the intensity of nuclear explosion, devastating the open pasture of her mouth and throat.

Ishtar tried her best to breath in air between drives, swallowing it down, which had the added effect of making her throat undulate around his cock, something that was just perfect. Honestly he could do this all night, just pound away at this slutty goddess who had sworn herself to him. She had literally given him a blessing that enhanced his Stamina to be able to fuck for as long as one hundred straight days.

From the looks of her though, Ishtar would never be able to take it. Maybe it was because she was in Rin's body that weakened her, or maybe her blessing was more powerful than she herself was, but right now the Goddess looked like she was able to orgasm just from the plundering of her throat alone, and that was just what she was doing. She wasn't anything approaching sensate anymore, instead reduced to a whimpering eternal ahegao, her tongue, lips and mouth licking, sucking and kissing away at Shirou's cock and hilt completely unconsciously now that her mind had vacated the premises.

Shirou was not entirely consumed by this new world of pleasure though, he still retained an awareness of his surroundings. And right now, he was very much intrigued by the actions of his other servant. The Saber class had taken it upon herself to turn this into a threesome, sliding her nose and mouth in between Ishtarin's bounteous butt cheeks and was now lapping away at the Goddess' pussy with rigour almost equalling Shirou's own. He had apparently when she became naked, but she very clearly was now.

It was quite the intriguing sight. Her blonde hair and blue-green eyes were beautiful already, but when combined by their disappearance between two such wonderful landmarks as Rin's smooth ivory buttocks, it made holding back from going over there and facefucking her another ordeal entirely. He could just imagine it now, stepping over Ishtar's insensate form, sliding his cock in between her ass cheeks and hotdogging himself between them, only for the protruding length to slide right into Saber's awaiting mouth.

"Saber." He called out to her from across the body of the fucked senseless Archer. "How are you enjoying yourself?"

She took another few licks before pulling back from Rin's crotch to answer him. "I am not sure what has come over me Master, but I can't seem to stop. I've never done this with a woman before, but there is something quite exciting about it. And Archer is actually quite delicious."

"Oh really? Can you spare a taste?"

In response, Saber leaned forwards over Rin's body and kissed Shirou on the lips, transferring over some residue from Rin's pussy to him. He had to agree with it, it was quite delicious. If that was a benefit of being inhabited by a goddess, then it was definitely a small but exceptional bonus. Of course he took the chance to bring one of his hands forwards to grope at Saber's tits while she was leaning forwards, his other hand moving from Rin's pigtail to the back of her head so that he could continue forcing her to deepthroat his newly enhanced cock.

Saber's bosom was pert. Between the various females that he had met today, she was the smallest by far, with the possible exception the Berserker he had encountered earlier, though to be fair to himself, it wasn't her tits that he had been paying attention to at that time. But despite their small size, Shirou didn't find himself at all disappointed by the pair of supple breasts.

Instead, he kissed Saber once again, before gradually working down her body. He kissed down her neck, nibbling lightly as he went, and lingered a while on her collar bone. There he kissed, sucked and nibbled on her smooth skin, slowly and lovingly leaving a mark upon her. Saber, for her part, slowly mewled and moaned, her hands running down her own body, one beginning to tease her own dripping honeypot, while the other much more roughly played with Ishtar's backdoor.

In no time at all, Shirou's short pilgrimage ended, and his mouth came to rest wrapping around one of Saber's protruding nipples, slowly slurping it up into his mouth and going to town. Saber's moaning doubled in volume, and her fingers tripled in their speed. Ishtar gurgled around Shirou's cock, and he didn't even bother to hold onto her head anymore, just bucking forwards and back to bury his cock down her throat while he embraced Saber over her, running his hands all over the blonde servant's petite body.

"M-master. You can't. I-if you don't stop them..."

"Then what?" He asked, momentarily releasing her breast to stare up at her teasingly.

"Then I won't be able to hold back."

"Hold back? Why ever would you do that?"

Saber's breath hitched in her throat. Shirou didn't know, but he had just unknowingly implied she had permission to challenge him. It was a rather round about interpretation of what he had said, but Saber's Draconic Instincts seized upon it like the glowing beam of a Lighthouse in a horrific storm.

The only short warning Shirou got was the sudden deep rumbling growl that Saber let out, before suddenly she catapulted herself over the table, slamming her chest into his own, and sending him tumbling backwards on his ass, his cock being pulled free from Ishtar's mouth, the Goddess falling completely limp as he left her.

Saber mashed her mouth down onto Shirou's, ravenously attacking him like a rabid beast, saliva going everywhere as her tongue plunged into his mouth and tried to pre-emptively wrestle his own into submission. Meanwhile down below the was using her superior strength to wrap her own arms around his, pinning them to his sides while she ran her own hands all over him, taking huge groping handfuls of his muscular abs and ass. His huge hanging cock did not go unattended though. Saber was quick to plant her entrance right at the tip of his cock, holding it there tantalisingly close. At any moment she chose, she could plunge down on his cock, taking his virginity for her own, and beginning their sexual encounter it earnest.

For all of this, Shirou was left as a simple bystander. It happened so quickly and the servant was so absolutely voracious that he was **** to just go along with it like a barrel going over a waterfall. This had taken him entirely by surprise. From what he had seen of her, Saber had appeared to be much more composed and professional than Ishtar. Indeed, in comparison to the Mesopotamian Goddess, Saber had appeared to be incredibly prudish. Now he was learning just how much of a mistake he had made. Sure she looked tame compared to the wild Ishtar, but when you put a raging bushfire next to the Sun, of course you were going to say that one was far hotter, it did nothing to diminish just how dangerous the lesser one still was.

Saber was a woman who had never had time for her own pleasure. She had been a devoted King during her life, her only sexual encounter having been against her will, and in fact done under false pretences, though it was not until years later with the benefit of hindsight and new information that she was able to recognise she had in fact been ****. Within her own mind, her Kingdom had always come first. She had a duty as King to see to all of her domain and subjects before herself. It was that steadfast and ironclad will which had clamped down on her Draconic side, caging it away deep within herself where it could not break free and undo everything she was attempting to do in a few moments of unrestrained passion.

Now it was free, her natural hoarding instincts unleashed. If he had been able to see her eyes at this moment, he would have seen that they had become slitted and reptilian. Saber was a Dragon, The Red Dragon. And Y Ddraig Goch now recognised a rival almost equalling the White One who had been its eternal foe, up until the moment when it had finally been cast down and annihilated. There was a simple solution to this situation. Either the rival would submit, or it would die. There could be no other ending.

Or so Saber thought, her mind and senses consumed by her instincts at this point, her body grinding away against Shirou's, her backside swaying violently as if swishing and invisible tail.

Shirou was close to running out of air. His servant's kiss was dragging on so long and she was so endless in her hunger for him, that she was slowly using up his entire air supply. He strained against his servant, and was able to look over her shoulder at Ishtar.

There would be no help coming from the Archer class servant. She was still laid out over his table, and utterly insensate, her body having been wrecked by the combination of his and Saber's attentions. He would have to save himself. And he knew just how to do it.

Saber's hands were still running all over his body, taking gropes of every part of him, sampling his goods so to speak. With that and a little wriggling, he managed to lift his hands up, and place them lightly on Saber's raised backside. She began to wriggle and writhe even faster on top of him, doing amazing things to the tip of his cock, which was still pressed right up against her entrance and being moved from side to side like a joystick by her movements.

Mustering all of the strength he could, and immensely thankful for the boost from Ishtar's blessing of War, Shirou pulled Saber's cunt down atop him, sheathing himself deep into her warm and hot tunnel. It was intense. While any other woman's insides would be warm, Saber was a Dragon. Sticking his dick inside her was like sticking it into a kiln over. She was tight, wet, incredibly hot, and undeniably the best thing he had ever stuck his dick into.

His actions seemed to have the intended effect though. The moment he impaled her down upon his rod, her back had arched away from him, and she had pulled back with it to moan her pleasure to the world. Her insides shuddered and convulsed around him.

But then her eyes turned down from the ceiling to look him dead in his own. They were half lidded, and utterly predatory. Her tongue lashed out and slid seductively along her lower lips.

His balls churned in response.

This battle was far from over.