Thank You, Jesus

"Yes, yes, YES! This is what I live for!" Sakura screamed as I slammed another load into her hot silky core from behind.

Falling back, I was treated to the sight of her gaping snatch opened up all the way to the battered down gates of her womb leaking my seed before she looked back and with a wink tighten everything back up to virginal level clench in a display of vaginal muscular control that would leave God himself gobsmacked at the beauty of his creation.

As my chest heaved bringing precious air back into my exhausted system I gasped aloud as Sakura leaned back and devoured my towering cock up her welcoming pink puckered hole to the root. Rocking her hips back and forth she stirred her insides around me and arched her back while pulling the rock hard tips of her new 'certified danger cup' breasts.

If giving a chronically molested sex addicted Japenesse teenager a pair of world class tiddies using magic and potions is wrong, then I refuse to be right.

"Uhhh." Rin grown from nearby, "You two are doing it again."

"We never stopped!" Sakura gasped as she worked herself up and down my cock.

"What time is… what the fuck happened to your tits!" Rin shrieked at the sight of Sakura's new milk hydrants.

"They're finally the way God intended." Sakura answered while trying to drain my soul up her ass.

"You can just give people huge tits?" Rin demanded after grabbing my face.

"Yes." I groaned as Sakura came down and twisted her hips a few times.

"And you never said anything about that, why?" Rin interrogated her captive Servant.

"I am not stupid enough to say anything about that without prompting." I stated my case.

"I. Want." Rin commanded a new set of glorious tiddies out of me.

"Good, cause I need a break." I huffed, "If she fucks me anymore I am going to start dipping into the ritual power to stay corporeal."

"How?" Rin's face pinched in shock at the reveal.

"I am literally cumming my entire combat reserves into her and she hasn't let up at all." I groaned.

"How is her pussy taking all that?" she asked then looked over to our connection, "Oh. I told him I'd give him my ass for saving you."

"I am happy to pay the bill myself." Sakura purred and then stopped bucking as she shook and squirted explosively.

"I prepaid, actually." Rin smirked as her sister started back up the eternal engine in her hips.

"Oh." Sakura grinned, "Did momma make two little sluts to worship big devil cock?"

Something about the sheer devotion in her tone set me off.

"Ah, Jesus." I moaned, "Thanks for saving me from Jar-Jar, bro. This is all thanks to you, fam."

"Thank you, Jesus, for this big devil dick in my ass!" Sakura shrieked as she finished again on top of me.

"I don't think Jesus died for this." Rin sighed as I had to wrestle my dick away from her nymphomaniac sister.

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"You sure you don't want a boombox for this?" Rin asked with her arms crossed under her new huge breasts while I reached out to knock on the front door of the Einzburn Mansion.

"Nah." I denied as I rapped my armored knuckles on the wrought iron and oak portal to their Elizabethan style castle mansion.

A homunculus maid answered the door in a uniform that only exposed her face and hands, though somehow enveloped and emphasized a generous helping of tiddies.

"Archer and company, here to see Berserker and his master." I smiled at the woman who lacked a true sense of self.

Shoddy workmanship all around from these Einzburn schmucks.

Bold as fuck, the mini homunculus master and her Primaris Marine sized Servant met us in the foyer at the base of a grand staircase.

"Hmmm… with all the Servants I've been killing I would have thought you would be experiencing more problems as the Lesser Grail." I mused and ran a finger and thumb over my chin, "Ahh. A self imposed thirteenth labor. Nice."

Illya didn't care for my words, instead she stared at Rin and Sakura while rubbing her chest and grimacing.

"It's good you cows brought your Servant to me." She turned her nose up after regaining her dignity as a little person, "I shall forgive your udderly unsightly appearances this once."

"Yes. Leave it to the Einzburns to fuck up making a homunculus. Was it that they just don't care or has their skill truly faded so far over the years?" I called over, "A real practitioner of the art would have been able to give you a real woman's body, a real woman's pleasure, and a long lifetime to indulge in both."

"How dare you?" the midget shrieked.

"I can offer you all that and more." I dramatically lifted my hand, "So long as you give me everything I want."

"And just what do you demand for the delivery of your miracles?" she demanded.

"That you use your command seals to order Heracles to fight me with every ounce of power and skill he can call upon." I answered.

"No way… What?" She looked at me in shock, "You want to fight him?"

"This whole Grail War has failed to produce much in the way of challenge. Half the masters were magic cripples, and even the Servant's with adequate Mana supply matched poorly against me." I laughed at her perplexed expression, "I am simply too powerful now. If Heracles is limited in power or skill against me then there will be no satisfying battle to hail the end of this war, just an uninterrupted campaign for the Grail."

"Fool, Berserker is the strongest." Illya declared.

"Good!" I shouted, "I am a greedy man. I want everything you can possibly imagine. I want money and women, power and sex, status, glory! I demand the finer things in life! And most of all I want battle, wars stretching across the horizon, champions shining like blazing stars. Promise me this and I will lavish upon you a life of every conceivable pleasure in a world free of the constraints of Mystery and the capricious beings that govern life and death and everything in between are just waiting for us to plant or flag atop their corpses. Life eternal, companionship, knowledge, power, mastery of everything we purvey. Reach out and take it. It's yours!"

Illya shook in place her fist clenched over the heart beating in her childlike chest.

A blush spreading across her face, she locked eyes with me and said,

"Damn."