The Tables Turn

Moving slowly to make sure that he didn't startle or otherwise alert Mordred to what he was doing, he pulled himself free from the arm lightly draped over him and eased his ass the rest of the way off of her cock. Right now she was almost entirely insensate, her mind temporarily vacant from the establishment thanks to the overwhelming pleasure his ass had given to her, through the brand new vector of her cock.

He pulled free without issue and moved away a little ways before standing fully up and looking down at the servant who was currently occupied just catching her breath. He could see that her dick was currently deflating, no amount of willpower able to keep it up right now after it had spent all that it had available.

She was honestly quite cute right now. She seemed to have instinctively curled in on herself once he had slid free of her, looking almost like a cat curled up on the floor, and the look of pleasure and satisfaction on her face was almost adorable when contrasted to the predatory lust or boisterous bravado seen earlier. Now that she was just relaxed and at peace with herself, her inner adorableness seemed to be showing through.

It definitely helped that she was shifting back and forth on her buttocks, making the firm package sway delightfully in his direction, almost like she was unconsciously inviting him in. He didn't need the encouragement currently, but it was definitely a sentiment he appreciated.

He slowly stepped around to the back of her, taking in the way her mouth opened slightly wider when she exhaled, and her eyelids fluttered like she was deep in some fantasy. She wasn't ****, just maybe a little delusional right now thanks to being overwhelmed by the new sensations. Whatever the case though, she didn't even react as he placed on hand on her hip, and dug his other hand underneath her body to grasp her other one.

Acting swiftly, he yanked her hips upright so that they were raised up into the air. The consequence of this was that the woman ended up rolled onto her face, her soft cock hanging down between her legs, and she snapped back into awareness. "Wha!?!" She cried out, her hands snapping down underneath her and pushing her torso up off of the floor. "Master?" She asked, looking around with no idea what was happening, before finally looking over her shoulder and looking up at him standing there over her, practically forcing her hips up towards him.

One of his hands left her hip, just able to lift her up with a single one thanks to her slight form, despite how tight and densely packed her muscles were if her abs were anything to go by, and he brought it to the gap between her buttocks. With two fingers he nuzzled apart the two cheeks, exposing her anus to his eyes, which was soon being stroked by a third finger. The Servant shuddered in response, a chill running up her spine as she looked over her shoulder at him like she had just realised that she was actually in trouble.

"You had your fun on my ass. It's only fair that I repay the favour now, right Mordred~~?" Ritsuka made sure to purr out the servants name as seductively as he was able. He had absolutely no clue what he was doing, but apparently it was good enough to set off the shivers in the servant, or otherwise his continued teasing of her puckered star pulled it off for him. Either way, his hard cock rose up and he slid it slowly up between the two cheeks, teasingly pushing it into the valley of butt cleavage, leaving a trail of pre right up the path.

"M-Master, I f-fucked you. You can't just."

"Ooh are you telling me what I can and can't do?" He asked, drawing back his cock and pressing his shaft right against the entrance to her backside, pointedly using exactly enough **** to be just on the edge of pushing inside. "I think you are forgetting who is the Master and who is the Servant here. I am the Master. I let you have my ass." He lied, but it helped his point to say. "I might let you have it again some time. But right now it seems you need to be urgently reminded of your place. You are My Servant. Your ass, your cock, your cunt. They are all mine too. Now Mordred, are you going to accept your place, or am I going to have to use a Command Seal to teach it to you?"

Mordred looked about ready to cave for a moment, but then a strange look came over her face, and her mouth stretched out into a wide and toothy grin. "Master, I'm the Knight of Rebellion. It's gonna take more than your little peck to make me submit."

He plunged right into her ass, shoving his cock right in and sampling the intimate clinging sensation of her rectal walls, that immediately tried to clamp down around him and halt him in his tracks. But he wasn't going to be stopped. His hands found her hips and literally dragged her ass back and down his cock, working his hands down until he was lifting her by her thighs to pull her back against him despite the incredible tension within her ass.

Despite all of her bravado, Mordred was not prepared for the sensation of being split open by a cock like this. For all of her degrading remarks, his cock was bigger than hers in both length and width, and she was completely unprepared for it flooding her insides with its incredible size and heat. Ritsuka very much enjoyed the way that her face twisted in pleasure and surprise, her eyes rolling back and her tongue lolling out as her virgin soil was plundered, and he was only just past halfway inside right now.

As he fed even more and more of his cock into her intestines, the Servant could do next to nothing with the fact that she was almost entirely falling apart from the sensation of cock in her ass. Mordred talked a lot, and she had brute **** in her favour, but when it came down to it she had no experience with sex whatsoever. She was a virgin in literally every respect, never even having masturbated once in her entire life. In life her accelerated growth and development had resulted in certain things being skipped or sped through, and once she was grown she was almost entirely devoted to obeying or destroying her father King Arthur as the case may be. Sex had never truly crossed her mind up until the moment she was summoned fresh into this new life, libido magically awakened and sent into overdrive in the same instant.

He finally bottomed out inside of her, his hips clapping against her firm buttocks and his balls swinging forwards to smack against her pussy, now exposed thanks to the power of gravity. She was so ahegao right now it was a wonder she was still conscious, if she even qualified for the term. Without a single moment of time wasted, Ritsuka began pulling back so he could start ploughing this virgin field. Already her body was appearing to submit to him, as her ass relaxed its hold on her to allow her to begin pulling free, but still provided enough friction to be wracking both of them with pleasure as the dick rammed back and forth.

Ritsuka was no Mordred. He didn't have her brashness or her brute power or her speed. But he had determination. And that was the primary thing that compelled him onwards to keep rutting away at Mordred's ass, faster and faster. She shuddered once, her cock twitching as if trying to disgorge a load that simply wasn't there to fire, and he kept going despite how difficult her ass' vice like clamping made it. She shuddered a second time, and her ass clamped down even tighter, his cock being crushed within her sphincter hard enough to turn coal into diamonds, but he kept going. His arms began to grow tired from holding her up for him to keep railing away at, but he kept going.

Until finally his arms simply couldn't take any more. They were going to give out, and there was nothing his willpower could do to stop it. But he didn't have to. His mind provided the answer as quickly as it had supplied every other. "Mordred. By the power of my command seal, wrap your legs around me so that I can rut you without issue." He gave the order, there was a flash of red, and his will was done. Instantly her legs looped back around his hips, all of the weight of Mordred's body now held high by her own strength instead of his. He released his grasp on her hips instantly, and as the strength slowly came back to his limbs, he was anxious to put them to other work.

He kept going, his shaft still slamming in and out of her tight chute, and he found himself building up to a climax that he just couldn't deny any longer. He had been rutting away for a good few minutes now, and his endurance wasn't built to keep up. With a great cry he let loose his first load into Mordred's backside. His load was thick and sticky and hot, and it spilled out into her back passage and quickly began to coat every surface that it encountered. Mordred's hard cock twitched wildly but released nothing, and her ass clamped down so tightly that he was momentarily **** to stop in his tracks.

But the moment it relaxed he was rutting away again. He wasn't going to give in. He wasn't going to give up. He'd keel over and faint before he stopped rutting while Mordred was still standing.

His hand found its way underneath Mordred's barrel, ghosting over her abs for a second and feeling the powerful muscle underneath, but his hand was there only as a stop on the way to its true destination. Her cock. His hand seized her dick entirely, grabbing onto the hard shaft in a vicious grip, and began tugging on it rapidly with the same rampant pace as his own rutting was occurring at.

His cock was straining now, two loads having left him so very sensitive, and he couldn't help but feel that his balls were rumbling to release once again. He tried to hold it back, he really did, but there was no denying himself at this stage. He erupted into her, this load less than the previous two, but still just as hot. Mordred went entirely still, every muscle in her body dead stiff and he found his ability to make progress inside her rectum entirely denied. And then he felt it in his hand. Mordred's cock twitched, and the pulsed weakly. A pitifully tiny dribble of seed oozed its way out of the tip of her dick and dropped down onto the floor.

And then she collapsed. Despite the fact that he had given her an order using a Command Seal, Mordred was simply no longer fit to either consciously or unconsciously obey his command, her entire body limp and unresponsive. He stood over her, breathing incredibly hard, his entire body just running with sweat that he hadn't even realised was there, spawned from the sheer torment he had put his body through to just keep fucking away at her.

He stood over her for a few minutes, dead naked and dripping with sweat, looking down for any sign she was still conscious, that she was still able to keep going. Nothing happened. Mordred was out for the count. Ritsuka had defeated his first servant. Turning, he slowly hobbled his way out of the room. He needed a shower, a clean change of clothes, and a nap.

A few hours later Ritsuka was walking through the halls of Chaldea, feeling significantly better now after some rest and relaxation, and chanced upon Mordred in the halls. The Servant was slightly limping still as she made her way down the hallway towards him. "Oi Master!" She called out as they drew closer together, skipping the last few meters with a bit of a spring in her step despite her clear soreness.

"Mordred." He acknowledged, standing before her and looking down at her, waiting for her to go on.

"So Master, I'll admit it, you fucked me good." She said, slinging one hand behind her head and grinning up at him while rubbing the back of her head. "Never thought a Master would have it in them. But you proved me wrong. So I'm yours. I'll do what you say, when you say it. Just don't get too comfortable. I'm the Knight of Rebellion after all. You get lazy and I'll turn your boypussy into my sheathe like its my own personal Avalon."

"And I promise you I'll be ready and waiting." He replied back with a nod. Mordred raised up one hand towards him, clenched into a fist, and after a moment he realised that she was offering a fist bump. He returned the favour, and she grinned triumphantly.

"So Master? What now? You got a fight for me, or just want to fuck more?" She asked peppily, falling into step beside him as he found his way towards the control centre.

"I've been summoned to the command centre. We might be heading out to the first singularity." He explained to her as he ogled her pert chest out of the side of his eye. They were just bumps, but they were big bumps, and they looked perfect for seizing and fondling, something helped by the way she had slung both arms back over her own shoulders. She nodded in response, just smiling as they entered the room to the sight of Romani, Mashu and Da Vinci already present.

"We've located the first Singularity Fujimaru." Romani began seriously, welcoming him with a solemn smile. "France during the Hundred Years War. We don't know much else beyond that though. As such." He said, turning full on towards him and Mordred. "I am using my authority as acting Director of Chaldea to authorise you to summon as many servants as necessary to resolve the situation. You will be allowed to summon more assistance in the field as is necessary. But for now..." His eyes turned between Mashu and Mordred before looking at him again. "I am not entirely comfortable sending you into the singularity with only two servants at your side. If you insist, then I shall allow it, but if not, then I would be much happier seeing you off if you had a third servant watching your back. It's your choice Fujimaru."