Summoning a Peppy Fangirl

Ritsuka turned to look at Mashu on his one side, and Mordred on the other. Both of them had their eyes fixed upon him, awaiting his answer, and neither seemed too keen to offer an opinion of their own. Which left it all on him. What had happened with Mordred was still fresh in his mind, but the fact of the matter was that Servants were powerful, and the more of them they had, the more safe he would be in the Singularities, and so hopefully the better their chances of success would be.

"I'll summon again." He said at last, to everyone gathered before him.

"I'm glad." Romani was saying immediately after, one of his gloved hands coming up to his chest as if to try to still his beating heart. "The summoning chamber should be ready for you again. Da Vinci has been hard at work trying to make sure everything is in tip top shape."

"Alright. Are either of you coming?" He said, looking at his servants.

"You know what, sure!" Mordred announced, bounding forwards and slinging an arm around his neck. "If you're gonna bag yourself another bitch, there might as well be someone there to witness it right? Otherwise it's just a story you tell people."

"Ah. I'll come too Sempai!" Mashu said, stepping forward and grabbing a tight hold of his opposite arm, not one to just be left behind by the more experienced servant.

"Alright then. To the Summoning Chamber." And so their merry band headed right there, Mashu and Mordred clinging to him the entire time, until they finally arrived and the two servants left his side so that he could step into the centre of the room alone.

The summoning programme activated automatically as he strode forwards into the circle, and the triple bands of light rose again, shimmering as they ran around him like three shining rings of power. As he chanted the incantation to summon forth the servant, just as he had the time before with Mordred, the rings began to rotate faster and faster, drowning out the rest of the room around him.

"Come forth from the ring of restraint, Protector of the Balance!!!" And just as before, the rings exploded into a great pillar of light, before the room was flooded with mist to conceal the identity of the servant summoned forth.

He didn't have to wait long to see them though, the silhouette through the steam taking a few wide swings and blowing back to the impediment, allowing him to get a good look at her.

The first thing that stood out was just how skimpy her outfit was. The second was how long her blonde hair was, swirling around the room by the light draft left behind by her swings of her glowing shield jewel. And the third was the swell of her hips. Compared to how tight her waist was, her hips were practically an explosion in size, and he could only imagine how she would look from behind with an outfit that skintight. This was clearly not a servant who held any sort of reservations about her body.

Or she hadn't until now.

There was a clear look of panic on her face as she looked up at him from where she had been staring at the bulge of a cock, clearly outlined within her tight fitting swimsuit-like outfit. Still, when she saw that he was staring at her, she adopted a clearly practiced stance and looked up at him with a wide, if slightly **** smile.

"One of Charlemagne's Twelve Paladins, Bradamante! I have been summoned as a Lancer, and on behalf of the Great King I shall execute Justice!"

"Woo!" Mordred wolfwhistled as she walked forward to stand beside him. "You summoned quite the looker Master. So, you want me to help you tamer, or are you gonna plow that booty all by yourself?"

Bradamante suddenly looked like she was a whole lot more skittish, her eyes flickering back and forth between him and the slathering Mordred, eying her up like a plump sheep. And yet despite that, her cock within her bodysuit slowly began to strain as it pushed outwards and away from her stomach.