Prasutagus, Boudica's Husband

The cold blue light of the summoning circle shimmered, arcs of ethereal energy dancing as Ritsuka Fujimaru watched intently. This was a ritual he'd performed many times, and yet every summoning carried with it a feeling of anxious anticipation. A new ally could bring anything.

Ritsuka squinted through the bright glow. There, standing proudly as the light faded, was a man—a warrior-king of striking presence. His muscular frame was draped in royal attire, a fine cloak of fur-lined leather and metal. His bronze hair fell in waves down his shoulders, no beard but a strong jawline. Eyes as sharp as steel glanced over the scene before him.

This was **Prasutagus**, King of the Iceni, and husband of the warrior queen, Boudica.

And then there was Boudica, standing nearby. She was known for one thing: being a big-titty MILF. That was it. A redhead with serious mommy milkers.

But just because she had a whore-type body did not mean she was one. Boudica was lovely, beautiful soul. A genuine queen.

Boudica was speechless, then she rushed forward, her ample tits bouncing. She was always so calm and gentle and mother-like yet now her face was filled with something tender, something soft.

“Prasutagus!” Boudica cried, her voice breaking, tears forming in her eyes as she rushed to embrace him. She flung herself into his arms, and Prasutagus caught her with ease, his powerful arms encircling her waist.

“My queen,” Prasutagus spoke, filled with affection. He gazed down at Boudica with the kind of love and reverence that only a king could have for his queen. “It’s been far too long.”

Watching this reunion, Ritsuka felt... strange. Happy, of course, for Boudica, who clearly hadn’t expected this reunion with her long-lost husband. But something else tugged at him, an awkward tension gnawing at his thoughts. Boudica and Prasutagus looked *good* together. **Really good.**

The regal warrior queen, her large chest pressing against her husband’s broad, muscular frame, and the king, with his powerful stature, seemed like the perfect match. The image of them together almost felt iconic—like the embodiment of a man and a woman.

But the awkwardness that gripped Ritsuka wasn’t just because of how *perfect* they looked as a pair. He dredged up a memory from just a few days ago—when an unexpected crisis had **** him to perform a mana transfer with Boudica. His face warmed at the thought. He hadn’t said anything at the time—after all, it was a dire situation, and mana transfers were crucial for the survival of his Servants. But the method… the intimacy…

In emergencies, the most effective form of mana transfer involved… well… certain methods. Sperm being a particularly potent form of magical energy.

So yeah. He fucked Boudica with his small cock and nutted in her.

Boudica, a married woman.

Boudica, who clearly still loved her husband.

He nutted in her.

With his small dick.

...was that a crime?

Especially now, as Ritsuka stood there watching the reunion, he couldn't help but wonder—*Was I bad at it?* Did it feel as awkward to her as it had to him?

Prasutagus held his wife close, and Ritsuka’s gaze briefly flickered to the king’s chiseled features. The man looked like a *stud*. Broad shoulders, lean waist, the sheer masculinity of his presence was almost overwhelming. Ritsuka couldn’t help but compare himself. Sure, he’d come a long way as a Master, but next to Prasutagus? The king seemed to embody the kind of strength and confidence that Ritsuka could only dream of.

He didn't linger on the comparison though. Nearly every male servant was like that. Heracles, Achilles, Gilgamesh, Ozymandias...

Suddenly, Prasutagus turned his attention to Ritsuka, his eyes scanning him up and down. For a moment, Ritsuka felt exposed under that gaze, as if the king could somehow sense everything that had happened between him and Boudica. His heart raced in his chest, and he awkwardly shifted on his feet.

“I am in your debt, Master of Chaldea,” Prasutagus said, bowing slightly and booming with genuine gratitude. “For keeping my queen safe all this time. I cannot thank you enough.”

Ritsuka waved a hand, trying to play it off. “It’s—it’s really nothing. Boudica’s been an amazing ally.”

Boudica, still nestled in her husband's arms, turned to Ritsuka with a warm, knowing smile. There was no tension in her expression, no discomfort. If she remembered the mana transfer in the same awkward light he did, she showed no sign of it. In fact, her expression seemed even more affectionate now, as if her joy at reuniting with Prasutagus had made everything else—every past experience—pale in comparison.

Still, as Ritsuka watched the two of them together, he couldn’t shake the feeling of being an outsider to this deeply personal moment. The powerful king and his stunning warrior queen—their reunion felt like something out of legend. And here he was, just the Master, standing awkwardly to the side, caught between admiration and an embarrassing memory that refused to leave him.

Prasutagus chuckled as he held Boudica close, his eyes never leaving hers. “I’ve waited so long to see you again, my love.”

“And I’ve waited just as long,” Boudica whispered back, her fingers brushing over his chest. “We’ve been through so much, but now… we’re together again.”

As their gazes locked, Ritsuka cleared his throat, shifting nervously.

“Uh… I’ll give you two some privacy,” Ritsuka said hastily, backing away with a sheepish smile. “It’s… uh… probably for the best.”

Boudica's boobs were pressed flat to her husband's chest. Yeah, if Ritsuka was in the king's position, he would do the same and stay there.