Commission -- A Peaceful Summer at Last 006

Ritsuka sighed in bliss as he sank into the steaming hot pool, the heat instantly seeping into his well worn muscles. All the swimming and hiking he’d done today had certainly taken a small toll on his body, as fit as he was, and that was before taking into account the extracurricular activities he’d engaged in most of the night.

It was just what the doctor ordered. A nice relaxing soak in one of the most awe inspiring locations on Earth. Few got to experience such sights.

Somewhere behind him, he could hear Artoria and Mordred getting undressed. He remained facing forward, a perfect gentleman even though his mind ran wild. They were both exceedingly attractive, Mordred’s more slim, lean physique and rough attitude unable to diminish her femininity entirely, while Artoria was voluptuous with a flat stomach and toned arms and shoulders. Their faces were similar though different; Mordred’s features were sharper, though younger, while Artoria carried a more mature beauty.

And they were both getting naked right behind him!

There were several hot pools, and Ritsuka had picked the one ‘at the front’ to avoid any awkwardness. He’d been more than willing to give them total privacy but Mordred of all people had been adamant that he enjoy the fruits of their discovery.

“J-Just don’t peek!” she’d pointed at him, her cheeks red. “I-If you do, I’ll never forgive you, Master.”

Mordred was really cute when she was embarrassed.

Artoria had been silent and calm about the whole thing, gifting him with a smile and nothing more.

There was a moment of silence as they finished undressing, and then the sound of water splashing as they slipped into one of the pools. Mordred groaned loudly, and even Artoria’s sigh was filled with delight.

The water was perfect; hot without scalding, safe to bathe in. Many hot pools could be far too hot for people to use, closer to boiling than a hot bath. These pools were a gift from the Gods, and Ritsuka leaned back against the smooth edges, arms spread to help keep his balance.

“This is wonderful,” Artoria said happily. “Fit for a King. Mordred, you have my gratitude. Going right was the correct choice.”

“Ah – um, o-of course! You should never doubt me in the future.”

Ritsuka grinned, knowing that Mordred was weak to praise – and to receive it from Artoria, of all people? That must have been a devastating blow. In a good way, of course.

“If you like, you can move closer,” Artoria said.

“I-I’m fine there I am!” Mordred replied, voice filled with panic. “N-No, father – what are you doing? Stay back!”

“I think it is time that we had a long overdue talk, don’t you agree?”

He took that as his queue to move away, drifting over to the other side of the pool to give them some privacy. The history between Mordred and Artoria – King Arthur – was well known, and that was only scratching the surface of what really occurred. This was a talk between a father and son, and they didn’t need him overhearing it.

Instead he focused on the sky, watching the oranges and pinks and reds slowly fade as the sun dipped lower over the horizon. His eyes followed the birds in the trees surrounding them, admiring their colorful plumage.

It was nice to just exist and be – without having to worry about the fate of the world, or all of human history, or what calamity was due next. Right now, he could be just another other human on the planet. Not Fujimaru Ritsuka, Humanity’s Last Master. Not Fujimaru Ritsuka, the Magus. Not Master or Lord, or anything else.

Just Ritsuka.

A person.

It was relaxing.

It had been a long day and he felt his eyes growing heavy as he rested his head on his folded arms, embraced by the steaming heat. It seeped deep into his bones, his muscles loosening as any aches or pains were soothed. Ritsuka sighed, allowing himself to drift off. If anything happened, Mordred and Artoria would be there to wake him.

He dozed lightly, drifting in and out. The sky continued to darken, the sun finally setting as night time fell, the sky a black canvas of glittering jewels. He wasn’t sure how long he remained this way, floating on the very edge of consciousness, but it must have been awhile.

It wasn’t until he heard something splash into his pool that he snapped awake, suddenly alert. The water around him rippled, and turning, his mouth went dry.

Artoria approached him, her long, lush hair trailing behind her across the surface of the water. The tops of her breasts rose above the waterline, plump and full, drawing his eye, her pale skin flushed from the heat. He went to say something, anything, but his words caught in his throat as he met her eyes, those lovely emerald green jewels that shimmered with an unknowable emotion.

“Master,” she said softly, her voice enchanting.

Ritsuka noticed that Mordred was absent, and Artoria must have seen the confusion in his eyes because she smiled and said, “We are alone.”

“Where…” he cleared his throat, hypersensitive to every shift of his body, skin tingling as Artoria devoured him with her eyes. There was something threatening yet welcoming about her gaze, the eyes of a predator that wished no harm, but something else. “Where did she go?”

“As King, I demanded privacy with our Master,” she revealed. “My son is a wilful soul, however. Though I am Morded’s liege lord, they did not wish to depart before you awoke. In the end, I convinced her.”

How did she do that, he wondered.

While Artoria was not overly muscular, her shoulders were toned, her body a weapon just as much as her lance. As she moved closer, Ritsuka couldn’t help but back up, though there wasn’t anywhere to go. His back pressed against the smooth stone, trapped.

“Why did you want to be alone with me?”

Her smile was filled with promise, her eyebrows arching suggestively. She paused a few steps away, and he could see her body beneath the heated water. The swells of her large breasts, her wide, pink areola and hardened nipples. Further below, her trim, flat belly – and then between her thighs, the apex of her womanhood shrouded in a carpet of blonde hair.

Ritsuka felt his body respond, blood moving south, his cock swelling at the alluring, sexy sight of Artoria’s nude body.

“I wanted to speak with Master alone,” she said. “I wanted to thank him.”

“Thank me?”

She nodded. “I never believed I could ever have a second chance… to reconnect with those I wronged, with those I fought beside, with those that died before their time. You have given me this.”

She began moving again, her palm cupping his cheek. Her skin was smooth and soft, despite the no doubt countless years she had wielded weaponry as a master of combat. It was also warm, in a different way to the water.

“Most especially, my son,” she moved closer, until her chest was just shy of touching his own. Her pupils were wide and dark, her lips a soft pink and moist, inviting. Her scent was of something floral but not artificial, the result of perfume or shampoo. It was something natural, stemming from where, he did not know. But it was intoxicating. “You’ve been good to Mordred. She has flourished beneath your care.”

She’d been watching him for so long now, carefully, patiently. The way he interacted with others, Heroic Spirits or not, but most importantly, Mordred herself. She had seen the way he coaxed her out of her shell, breaching that rough exterior she liked to portray to the world, drawing out the person beneath.

Mordred was a sensitive soul, not that many knew that.

Artoria did. For the wrong reasons, perhaps. But she did.

Mordred trusted Ritsuka, and it was deeper than the bond between a Master and Servant. It was trust between two people, regardless of their status.

It was a trust that Artoria had also developed for him. Throughout their countless battles, throughout the bad times and the good, she had gained an appreciation of him that went far beyond the bounds of their working relationship.

She desired him.

It wasn’t unusual for a King to desire. Many would claim it was their right. But to desire another person in this way, it was not something she had felt in a very long time, if at all.

She knew that he had been involved with several other Servants at various times, but that mattered little to her. Artoria understood that she did not stand alone by his side, she was one of many, but the important part was that she was here.

With him.

And now she was tired of holding back her passions. If only for this night, she would indulge. As was the right of a King.

“But she is not alone,” she continued, staring at his lips. “Many have flourished. Myself, included.”

His body was hard and lean, muscles firm as she leaned against him, her soft swells yielding to his manly physique. Her Master had such an innocent face, boyish – and yet his body was that of a man, a warrior, a Magus, Humanity’s Last Master. Forged in hellish conflict across the ages, he was a fine specimen.

But that wasn’t all.

Artoria gasped softly as she felt it press arrogantly against her belly, the ultimate sign of his arousal. Moving back slightly to create some space, she looked down, spotting it, though the water made it difficult to judge its exact dimensions, it was big. Very big. Thick and long, and hard, it throbbed against her tummy and she felt her own body respond, her insides coiling hotly.

Her Master’s cock.

Ritsuka groaned as she wiggled her body against him, her soft breasts squashed between them. Even lower, her smooth skin dragged across the tip of his dick, making him swell even more.

“Master,” she breathed, her long eyelashes fluttering. “I believe you’ve been hiding something from me.”

The hand on his cheek remained, her thumb caressing his lips while the other slipped down, down, down, gripping his shaft firmly. Artoria made a sound of surprise, the heat of his cock a surprise, as was its thickness.

It was a strong cock. Powerful. Filled with vigor.

Ritsuka sighed as she stroked him gently, pumping him with a reverse grip, peeling his foreskin down and exposing the entirety of his glans. She then rubbed his sensitive head across her abs, biting her lip.

“As your dutiful Servant, and as a merciful King, I believe it is my duty to relieve you of such stress,” she whispered, mapping out the shape of his impressive length. The middle was slightly wider than the rest, almost like it bulged slightly, though the base was very wide. The skin was velvety smooth and riddled with knotted veins, and his balls – she grabbed them, giving them both a gentle squeeze – they were large and full, tightening as she rolled them in her palm. “Will you let me complete my duty, Master?”

“Yes,” he said. “Please.”

Her hand was firm yet gentle, stroking the underside of his cock from base to tip. Wrapping her fingers around his glans, she pumped him up and down, the water sloshing as her movements became more energetic. Ritsuka groaned as she tightened her hold whenever she glided up around the head, the loop of her fingers tugging on his crown, the pleasure pooling hotly in his balls. The concentration expressed on her face was cute, and Ritsuka stared at her lovely lips.

He wanted to kiss her.

Leaning forward, he claimed her lips in a chaste kiss and she gasped in surprise, her hand stilling for a moment before continuing its pleasurable journey down his length. Her lips were soft and warm, and when he leaned back, her gorgeous eyes were blown wide, her pupils threatening to swallow her irises whole.

“Master,” she whispered, her tongue darting out to chase any potential taste he left on her lips. “Mm, kiss me again.”

He did, cupping her jawline as he deepened it, his mouth prying hers open. Artoria moaned as she felt his tongue slip into her mouth, nipples tightening as their mouths moved together wetly. She could feel the stirrings of her arousal beginning to bloom deep in her belly, her womb heating up as something slick squirmed below her navel.

“Yes, Master,” she groaned between kisses, her hand moving faster. “Mm, kiss me more.”

Ritsuka stroked her cheek with his thumb, smooth and soft, before his fingers cradled the back of her neck. Their tongues fought for supremacy, dextrously twirling together, tasting one another deeply. There was something intoxicating about her, driving him harder, their kissing becoming rough, reckless.

“Ah,” she sighed, trembling as he bit her lower lip lightly, soothing it with firm sucks. Her mind felt foggy, her body strangely numb and sensitive, all at once. Ritsuka moaned into her mouth when she dragged his cockhead across her stomach, rubbing it back and forth, the pleasure like shocks of electricity up his spine.

He kissed her until they both felt delirious, mouths swollen and jaws aching. When he finally pulled himself away from her mouth, he felt dizzy.

“Your sword is ready, Master,” she said, panting. When was the last time she felt so out of control? She conducted her life with discipline, as a King should – but now, she felt out of control, wild. “May I polish it?”

Ritsuka nodded. “You may.”

“Sit on the edge,” she said breathlessly and he followed her command, rising up until his pelvis left the water, and he was seated with his legs below the knee still submerged. Now there was nothing to distort her view, and Artoria felt her heart leap at the sight of his hard, swollen cock standing straight up, the head and part of the shaft flushed red in arousal. It was leaning slightly to the left, and she had never seen a greater sight.

It throbbed, and a pearly bead of pre-cum oozed from the slit. Placing her hands on his muscled thighs, she pushed them apart as she settled between them, leaning forward.

“Artoria,” he said, voice low as she pecked him on the tip, smearing her lips with his pre-ejaculate. Puckered and soft, she rubbed it back and forth across her lips, coating them in his discharge before lashing out with her tongue, tasting him. Salty bitterness crossed her taste buds, pleasing to her palate. It made her insides coil and tense, and she felt wetness gather and spill from inside her pussy.

Artoria Pendragon, Once and Future King of Britain was licking his cock. Her pink tongue flattened against the underside, dragging up in a long, torturous swipe, his body thrumming with pleasure. Twirling around the tip, she did it again, and again, and again, treating him like a lollipop to be devoured, lick by lick, his cock pulsing in delight. Reaching down, he threaded his fingers through her soft silky hair and she hummed in approval, looking up at him through her lashes.

“Does this feel good, Master?”

“It feels amazing, Artoria,” he praised her, tensing as she lashed the ridge of his glans. “It feels so good, you have no idea.”

“Good,” she said, pinning him with a soul rending look of desire. “Because I like doing this.”

As she licked and flicked her way around his head, her hands were not idle. One encircled the shaft and began pumping him, her thumb pressed firmly against the thick root on the underside while the other played with his balls. She would jostle them individually, one by one, before squeezing them together, tugging on them, marveling at how they felt. She was completely taken by his cock, its shape, its hardness, its taste, becoming more aggressive with her tongue, teasing the oozing slit until the point of pain, and then swallowing him with her mouth.

His groan was music to her ears, her mouth enveloping him in wet heat. Sucking firmly, she popped off the tip before swallowing him again, pressing deeper, grinding the tip against the roof of her mouth before sucking off him again with a sturdy pop. Ritsuka grunted, the suction exquisite, his balls churning as she continued to roll them,

She was driving him mad.

Perhaps it was the warmth of the hot pools, or perhaps it was the fact that this was their first time together, or something else – but he felt his climax building rapidly, much faster than usual. Her cheeks bulged as she pressed him against the inside of her cheek, rubbing him against the smooth, wet membrane before hollowing as she sucked him powerfully. Her tongue writhed around him, unpredictable, her sounds of exertion only turning him on further.

Lewd, wet slurping filled his ears, her saliva coating him from tip to balls as it spilled over her pumping hand. Pre-cum continued to leak into her mouth, driving her on, driven to taste his load in its entirety.

“Artoria,” he panted, struggling. The pressure in his balls was growing, his shaft stiffening further as a knot of pleasure tightened in the base of his cock. The hand in her hair tensed, helping to guide her movements. “If you keep going, you’re going to make me cum.”

She slurped off him messily, flicking the tip of his turgid erection with her tongue before saying, “If Master needs to cum, he can cum in my mouth.”

Such dirty, filthy words from the lips of the pristine King of Britain, her face slack with lust as she took him back into her mouth. Her hand started moving faster, gliding up and down quickly, stroking him into her sucking mouth, her lips sealing around the ridge of his glans and pulling.

Rituksa grit his teeth as the ecstasy built, his heart pounding rapidly in his chest as he felt his climax approach. Her hand on his balls squeezed harder, as if trying to milk them, and when her tongue flittered around the tip one last time, he was done.

His voice was dark and filled with rapture, a rough groan from the depths of his soul as his cock swelled and balls lifted. Artoria made a sound of surprise before with a heavy, thick gush, rope after rope of boiling hot cum lanced across her tongue in a deluge.

Ritsuka grunted with each ejaculation, his ass clenching as his hips pulsed up with every shot, firing his load into her sucking mouth. Despite her surprise, she kept pumping her hand, siphoning the cum from his balls, the seal of her lips not breaking once until the throbbing pulsations of his shaft slowed to a crawl.

Boneless, Ritsuka sagged as she slurped off the end of his length, vision going white briefly as the pleasure became too much. Blinking away the spots, he stared as Artoria opened her mouth and he saw the fruits of his ejaculation, painting her mouth in a sea of cum.

And then with a heavy gulp, she swallowed it all down.

Her womb clenched as she felt his seed slip down her throat, almost choking her. It was so thick and the volume, he’d cum so much. It had taken everything she had to keep it contained, and now it burned a hot trail down to her stomach where it pooled, her arousal spiking.

She wanted more.

“Master,” she cooed. “I require assistance.”

Ritsuka was still rock hard, his erection still at full mast. Artoria slowly climbed out of the pool, the water dripping down her divine form. He stared in awe as her wonderful body was revealed, skin glistening.

“Artoria,” he said softly. “What do you want?”

Her body was lean with muscle but still womanly, her curves soft and feminine. Her large breasts sagged beneath their weight, though still retained their perky shape, two teardrops of plump femininity. Her pink nipples captivated him, hard and pointed, and further down, her flat stomach and the rounded curve of her mons. A soft carpet of blonde hair pointed down, her vulva swollen with arousal. Her outer lips were puffy, her clitoris protruding slightly from its hood.

“I need your cock here,” she stroked her rock hard tummy, tracing a finger around her belly button. “It feels so hot. I need you to sheath your blade down here,” her hand dipped down to stroke her petals, peeling herself open. “And shoot inside me. I need to feel your seed in my womb.”

She threw one shapely leg across his hips to straddle him, his length trapped between their bodies. Ritsuka grabbed her hips and squeezed, and she moaned, rocking forward.

“It’s getting dark,” he said, and it was the truth. Now that the sun was below the horizon, the sky darkening rapidly to black, it was making it difficult to see. With each second that passed, her lovely body was becoming a silhouette. His palms slid up, kneading her waist, and then moved higher until his wrists bumped the underside of her breasts. “I want to see you.”

Rhongomyniad: The Lance That Shines to the End of the World.

It appeared in a flash of light, the Noble Phantasm floating before embedding itself in the ground. Ritsuka could feel the mystery pouring off it, an anchor that fastened the world together. The air became heavy, as if a pressure was being applied to him – and then with a soft glow, it illuminated the clearing in holy light, making him feel lighter, invigorated.

A Divine Construct, a weapon said to match the power of the Holy Sword Excalibur.

And she was using it as a lantern.

Ritsuka basked in the warmth of its radiance as her soft hands caressed his neck, his back, massing his body with greedy gropes. Her green eyes shone like gems, her plush lips parted as she panted. Down, down, down, her fingers quested until they found his sensitive cock, pumping it as she rose up on her knees.

Looking down, Ritsuka saw himself bracketed between her thighs, his tip pressing against her squishy vulva. He could feel the heat radiating off her pussy, wanting nothing more to be engulfed in that blissful warmth.

Artoria sighed as she lowered her hips, his fat glans spreading her open. Her entrance was snug but it yielded, her weight pressing down on him. Ritsuka watched her face collapse in ecstasy, sinking into her sexy body inch by inch until his crown grinded against a rough patch that made her entire body jerk.

Her cry was music to his ears, a gasping whimper following it as her hips swiveled. Aligned with her sweetspot, she rocked up and down, her ass cheeks shaking as pleasure rushed through her body in waves.

His cock was so big and hard, spreading her apart just right. It stretched her little pussy to the limit, burrowing deep, and she sung sweetly as she worked her g-spot against his fat dick until she sunk down a little more.

“Oh~!” she moaned. “M-Master, this feels so good,” she pressed her forehead to his, her hands cupping the back of his head, nails raking through his short black hair. “Mmng, Master – please.”

Ritsuka palmed her heaving tits, squeezing them, her flesh bulging between his fingers. His palms brushed over her nipples and she shivered, and with a sudden drop, she took him to the hilt. The breath was forced from her lungs, her mouth falling open in a silent scream as his long, thick cock speared her right to the end.

“Artoria,” he groaned, his glans settling against her cervix. She was molten hot around him, her walls writhing with every gasping breath she took. His cock flexed, and her entire body rocked, clamping down around him like a vice.

“Master,” she seethed between clenched teeth, losing control. Her poise unraveled until she was nothing more than a desperate woman, her needy body wanting nothing more than to feel the height of pleasure. “Master, fuck me.”

Pinching her nipples, he tugged on them until she sobbed, head thrown back, and then he seized her hips, dragging her wet pussy back and forth, back and forth, pulling and pushing her hips as he grinded against her womb.

“Yessss,” she hissed, her insides throbbing around him. “Mmmnng – yes, just like that, M-Master. Nnnggg~! Right there, fuck me right there~!”

The pleasure was sharp, his sensitive tip rubbing back and forth across her cervix. Ritsuka groaned as her hips moved faster, her wetness gushing around the tight seal of her pussy against his base, leaking over his balls and pelvis. Her inner walls rippled, cramping around him, her pussy narrow, tight.

He couldn’t help but compare her with Scheherazade. They were opposites in every way, from the shade of their skin to even the feel of their bodies. Artoria was iron beneath her soft curves, her body built for war. Scheherazade was skilled in the bedroom, her actions well practised and precise. Artoria moved with only passion as her guidance, her hips snapping against him faster, harder, her moans of rapture growing in intensity. Even their pussies – Artoria was tighter, almost strangling his cock while Scheherazade was a softer tightness, her insides plump, coaxing.

Ritsuka slipped a hand around to grip her ass, fingers digging in. Artoria groaned, rowing back and forth desperately. She could feel the beginnings of her climax building, a pressure forming low in her tummy where his steel hard shaft burned her. She felt frantic, more like a woman than she’d ever felt before. In this moment, she was not King.

She was Artoria.

Ritsuka grunted as her insides tightened further, wringing him out as she rode him. Wet, sloppy sounds issued from their crotches as she fucked herself into a frenzy, her nails digging into his back as she embraced him, her large chest squashed between them.

“Yes, yes, Master – it’s so good,” she panted, her voice growing high, almost squealing. It was so unlike her usual calm that Ritsuka was mesmerized. “Fuck me, Master. Yes, keep fucking me! Y-You’re going to m-make me cuuuumm!”

He buried his face against her shoulder and kissed her skin, licking and biting her gently, inhaling her musky scent as she careened towards her end. Three, four, five more desperate thrusts of her hips, dragging his crown over her tender cervix and she was done, her scream trapped in her throat as her body seized up.

Ritsuka felt her pussy lock up, collapsing around his cock in a vicious hold before with a shudder, her insides writhed in pounding contractions, Artoria falling into orgasm.

Her body quaked as her womb melted, the pleasure robbing her of all thought as heat rushed through her limbs, up her back, lightning spiking into her brain. All she could do was moan and cry out, voice cracking as she shattered around his massive cock.

But there was no rush of liquid heat, no swelling of his peerless cock. He wasn’t finished.

Artoria made a sound of surprise, a squeak, and then she was on her back, the world upside down. Ritsuka towered above her, still buried to the hilt, between her thighs. And then he started thrusting, pulling out and pounding back in, her body rocking with the impact.

“M-Master~♡,” she wailed, breasts bouncing as he pistoned in and out of her sodden snatch, her orgasming pussy trying to hold him deep inside. “Ahhhn! Nnngg-mmmaaasster!”

Ritsuka grunted as he fucked her with long, deep strokes, his hands pressing her knees apart so she was spread wide open underneath him. Her pink little pussy was stretched obscenely around him, her pink entrance dragging wetly up and down his shaft as he thrust into her. Artoria thrashed as he fucked her through her orgasm relentlessly until she felt the stirrings of another, a roll on from the first.

“Ahn~! Yes, Master, right there! I’m going to cum again!” she screamed, pleasure spiking once again.

He could feel her insides tightening up, his eyes drinking in her expression as it scrunched up, eyes rolling. She looked nothing like the graceful, elegant King of Britain in this moment. No, she was nothing but a cock drunk woman, out of her mind.

His balls throbbed, churning with cum as she climaxed again, milking his cock with desperate contractions.

“Artoria,” he groaned, gritting his teeth. He moved faster, harder, fucking her as deep as he could, pounding on the entrance to her womb until it became too much.

“Ahn?” she arched, feeling something hot lance into her womb. Ritsuka snapped his hips against her, rutting into her pussy like an animal as his cock spat long, fat streaks of his cum deep into her womb. Again and again, his balls pulsed, his shaft flexing as he unloaded his pent up lust into her deepest spot. “Haaaah! Maaaaaster♡ it feels so hoooot!”

He panted with every pulsating ejaculation until his balls finally relented, sagging down on top of her soft, warm body. Artoria wrapped her legs tightly around his waist, keeping him seated deeply inside her body, delirious with pleasure.

Her womb felt heavy and full, burning from within.

They stayed that way for some time, basking in the afterglow of their love making. When Artoria finally realized how she’d been acting, her entire face lit up, her legs unwinding from his waist.

“M-Master,” she stammered, embarrassed. “I – I don’t know what came over me. Please, I must apologize.”

He silenced her with a chaste peck on the lips, her eyes crossing as his still hard cock shifted inside her.

“You don’t have to apologize, Artoria,” he said softly, balancing his weight on one arm as he gazed down at her. “This was an amazing night, thanks to you.”

Her blush deepened.

“Let’s just enjoy the rest of the night,” he rolled off her, his cock slipping out of her tight embrace. Artoria moaned at the loss. “I want to spend it with you.”

They had sex at least three more times before she helped guide him back to the hotel, where they had sex a final time before passing out.