Phantasm High Club: Chapter 1 - Genisis

Masters of Chaldea finds themselves in a different world filled with wonders and awe-inspiring bodies they'll learn to enjoy and tolerate by their unique standards.Masters of Chaldea finds themselves in a different world filled with wonders and awe-inspiring bodies they'll learn to enjoy and tolerate by their unique standards.

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Aww shit, how the hell did this happen? It's bad enough Mash offered to give me a blowjob before we Rayshifted (my on-call FWB tried to drain me before a mission). Then when we did travel through the huge tunnel like flushed fish, something huge whacked into me! It didn't even hit Mash, just bitch-slapped me out of time traveling, into some part of who-the-hell knows where.

Along the way, the space around me turns dark and cold - reminds me of Leonardo's sense of humor for some reason. When I was young, my momma used to say troublemakers like me who don't go to church deserve to be in purgatory. God, can you hear me? It's me, Gen. Please take me out of here so I can go back to watching slutty heathens on the net. Oh right, and getting the daily sex from my Servants.

"Wake up."

A voice stirs me from my sleep. Okay, so all this darkness is here because my eyes are closed from fainting. Fuck, Roman better not have seen this. But the thing that woke me, she sounds like an angel. Did you hear me, God? Or is there a hotter divine figure who heard my prayer?

"Hey, meatbag! Get up and stop slobbering all over the damn floor!"

A soft, flat object slams into my head. With a howl, I get up and touch my stung cheek. I also see that I'm no longer in that 'purgatory' place. In fact, nothing here looks exactly like hell, heaven, or wherever it is spirits get lost in. But the hallway and the white floor do look familiar.

"Oh, you're awake? Enjoyed your sleep, dog?"

Goddamn, what an arrogant-ass laugh. What the hell is this chick's problem, standing over me half-nude (not strange when there's a whole team of hot babes fighting in practically their underwear). This one has long, locks of black hair and peach skin that glows from the background light. She has a white bra and black panties, some two-piece garment decorated with golden bands - reminding me a bit of a certain king of Urk (pisses him off when I say this out loud like taking a shit). The rude lady also has one, aquamarine boot for a foot - strange taste in fashion. So yeah, I'm likely in the presence of some Heroic Spirit who has some misplaced self-esteem that is as big as her peach-shaped ass.

"Boy, do you know who you grovel before?" The haughty woman rears her head back and cackles (nailed it, narcissist inbound). "I am the Goddess Ishtar, holy ruler of this dimension, Queen of all Heroic Spirits. I govern Venus, plus the cosmos when the other gods come short with their authority. And as Rider, my chariot allows me to surf the stars without-."

"My name's Gen, Master of Chaldea. I want to speak to your superior."

Isthar grits her teeth; a vein throbs from the side of her head. "Excuse you? Did you just interrupt me, boy?"

I clear my throat to match the hosts's conceited tone - best I could - and reply, "Why yes, I think I did because it's hard to take this conversation seriously when you're sucking your own cock." This makes her fume. I don't give a shit and repeat, "Now where is your Master? Queen or King, you would have been summoned by someone who's holding your leash with Command Spells, Queen of Servants."

"Your disrespectful words are building up to becoming a hefty crime," the goddess sneers. "I have every mind to smite you on the spot."

"If you're raring to go, sure." I stand up, tense and ready for some Servant smacking. With a thought, high-grade Mana courses through my veins. "Just don't miss or you might find me on top teaching you a lesson."

There's really no bluff here, Ishtar doesn't scare me. Gilgamesh even said he would rather deal with her than me (and these two tried to up one another when they were neigbors). A pause follows my declaration; no fire or brimstone. Bitch is all talk. It settles the fact that not only does she have a Master, there's the whole 'thou Servants shall not fuck the saviors of mankind' law going on.

"On top? So that's the sort of man you are. Quite aggressive for a lower existence to act in the presence of a Divine Spirit, especially when you dropped in out of nowhere."

The lower eyes and tone, bending into a suggestive stance; the narcissist bitch just became a half-assed slut. She's trying to seduce me with that high schooler's body? I'm hoping she doesn't try to put the pedophile label on me. And worse, there's no communications from Mash or Roman, leaving me to rely on other, unpleasant options.

But just to humor her (in extension, me), I let her come close and drag a finger from my collarbone to chest - around one of my rock-hard pecs. Her eyes slightly rise, impressed by the muscles beneath my white and black uniform. She better be when this tan body, my temple, is built from hours of training - sparring with Spartacus and Emiya. And that's as far as her hand is going; any in my ebony, spiky hair is crossing my comfort zone.

"Well, I suppose it is fair for me to inform you where this is. You look a bit lost. It's a first time I've seen a Rayshift traveler tumble out of the transition like a retarded carp."

So no apology or graceful comment, but another insult? She's already reaching the top of my shit list, memories full of assholes.

"Alright, Fishtar. Care to tell me where this is?"

Rider walks ahead. I follow, my feet clatter against the soft floor. I have an idea where this is, but it's better to have clarification. Plus, meeting her Master would seem more polite than rude - rather not start another Holy Grail Grudge.

"I'm not sure if this is good or bad news, but you have managed to stumble upon this place when my Master planned to invite others who also traverse through the history with Rayshift technology. She envisioned that setting up shop in the middle of one's home to the objective would introduce a proper business."

"Like a rest stop?"

"Something like that." Ishtar's sing-song voice doesn't calm my temper. When we turn a corner, rainbow lights flutter around the air and walls. This larger room looks unique...I think?

The goddess twirls around me before she stops and aims hands at the object of interest with both hands. "Welcome to Viva La Historia. We're not exactly open yet, but there's no harm that you become this establishment's very, first customer."

Ishtar looks proud of this whole shebang. I'm a little concerned. Yes, this place is Chaldea, an alternate version from mine, making this entire setting some sort of mirror dimension - one of few. That's why I could tell this large room is the same my team would use to transport people through the past and dimensions (places my adventurous Servants requests to have sex at - Martha and the Vatican still count as the best one). One of the biggest alterations is the wall colored scarlet and lined with doors cast in different shades of the rainbow. Next is the circular, silver counter sitting at the center and filled with transparent screens, the usual holo tech. This 'command center' is surrounded by golden shelves packed with books, treats, and toys. None of them are appropriate for children.

"It looks like my Master is still out." Ishtar strolls forward. I trail behind until we reach the counter. There, the goddess hops over to stand on the other side and in front of a floating screen. "The staff is setting up a new Rayshift department in a different place. According to Master, it's better for the business to use this abundant space."

Last I remembered, the nerds in my Chaldea needed the space to pool huge amounts of energy for the Rayshifting. What kind of Master could convince an alternate Roman and Da Vinci to move the entire setup? Is there a way to get those eggheads to listen? My posse drives me batshit bonkers on a whim!

"And what business is this exactly?" I try not to channel the anger of my demented past into the present. Of course, I share a bit of this strong emotion to put a bit of scare into little Bitchtar here. "You didn't bother to explain that yet."

"I-it's just a one-of-a-kind whorehouse." Ishtar loses all of her spark - ha, ruined her momentum, probably because she's wary of my half-maniacal tone and smile (could give Mephistopheles a run for his dues to the devil). "Master acquired a team of gorgeous waifus, some good-looking men. She figured renting them out would make them more useful than putting them on standby until the next singularity."

"And you're not with them because…"

The anger vein reappears on Isthar's head. She seethes, "I'm a goddess. Even my Master would never consider a worshipped deity like myself as a regular harlot."

It sounds like she's lying, but there's no reason for me to give a shit about it. Out of curiosity, I ask, "So how does this work? And do you have some sort of catalogue for me to see the selection?"

Ishtar raises an eyebrow. "As a customer, you would pick and choose who you want to do before entering through those doors operated by a Reality Marble. But oye, you need to pay before you can lay a hand on the merchandise. We accept QPs for the goods, Saint Quartzs for the service."

"You mean I have to pay now and see a list that could possibly give me a derection?" I scrunch my face, give a good show of disdain (try to ignore how the hell they have something like a Reality Marble working like it's a damn refrigerator). "No thanks. I don't take scams."

"Scams? If you paid, you'd get to spend time with beauty unrivaled by the normal Servants. It's not like doing an orgy with a bunch of Boudicas and Kiyohimes would be comparable to a five-star buffet!"

That idea about the orgy did tempt me, but my ascended honeys wouldn't have appreciated that. I lean an elbow on the counter and look Ishtar straight in the eyes (gotta look boss when dropping some knowledge bombs on her sweet ass).

"How many five-stars do you have? All females?"

The goddess smirks without flinching from my gaze. "Gorgeous women for days. And we do have some men if you're interested."

"Not a bad idea, but no deal," I sigh. "You do know there are Masters like me who could have relations with Servants of similar quality?"

"But ours are better."

"So are mine. I know because they want me every day, during times when it can be a bit of an inconvenience."

Ishtar blinks. I might have snapped at her a bit too hard.

"So do you want to give our male selection a try?"

Oh my fuck, she thought of something else. At this point, I'm more annoyed than angry. "No. I'll just wait until your Master comes back. Where is she anyways?"

"Off collecting supplies." Ishtar slumps against a seat I can't see from my perspective. "And that's it? You're going to give up?"

"Not until you present a better deal. And here's a free tip: nobody is going to buy unless you convince me to spend. That's the endgame for a business."

Ishtar drums her finger against something (still can't see cause this counter is so damn high). The goddess stays silent for a bit before she raises a blue tablet onto the surface in front of me. I remain just as quiet and press the device's glass to make it glow, reveal its list of familiar names. One scan of the info later, I feel disappointed.

"Women for days? There's five, only two seem interesting. The rest are just three-star clones with different labels; were you trying to rip me off?!"

"N-no." Ishtar (gonna have to start referring to her as Bitchtar) looks down with a shaky voice. "If you add them all up, they add up to one-hundred and five. Divide all that by three and you have five-star waifus for days."

Enraged, I drop the tablet. The goddess scrambles to snatch it before it hits the counter. "Fuck that logic, you tried to scam me! Even if you added your name here, nobody will ever want to consider getting laid in this sad excuse of a whorehouse!"

Before my tirade can go on and pummel this scammer, one of the doors slam open. I step back and prepare for trouble. Instead, an unusual figure walks out with light shining from the doorway. When the cover closes, the brightness vanishes to show the guest in her full, bodacious glory.

"Ishtar, why is there shouting? Is the customer giving you trouble?"

The new, third member to join this mess is a blonde, busty women. She wears a single-piece dress painted pearly white, a bit transparent around the good bits. Her long, soft hair drops over her shoulders like water, a heavenly bundle of golden yarn. Yep, before us stands Jeanne D'Arc, savior of France and, unfortunately, a Servant-branded hooker.

I take a moment to appreciate this beauty, always had a thing for the Jeannes. This ends when Bitchtar hisses, "Yeah, he is. Want to beat the shit out of him for it?"

"First, I'd like to hear what the problem is." The new arrival turns her head to grant me her attention. "Does the selection not suit you?"

"That was the first one. Then she became a headache by trying to cheat me out of my Quartzs." I jerk a finger at goddess, who glares back. It's almost tempting to see what happens what I can do to drive her into killing me (good luck with that attempt). "But you don't need to intervene. I'm only waiting for the Master to come back so I could say hi, then ask if I can use your tech to reconnect with the Roman of my dimension and get the hell out of here."

"I see, a Master of a different Chaldea. Welcome to Viva La Historia."

Of course, she, a Ruler Class, addresses me like a human being unlike the first greeter. The same, polite savior looks at the goddess. "And that does sound troubling. Ishtar, will Master really be alright if you chased another customer away?"

"Another?" I leer at the conniving Rider. "What the hell, I thought all of this is fresh off of liftoff."

Ishtar starts to sweat bullets. Jeanne lowers her head and frowns, "You tried to cheat him? Did you charge him a premium before he could view his choices."

The culprit moves her eyes from me to Jeanne. She sits straight up and regains composure. "To be fair, I never clarified anything aside from the price, which is fine until you saw the menu. You still had a choice to pay or not in the end."

My blood boils, nails sharpen, and muscles harden. "Oh, you are full of shit!" I step towards the corrupt goddess until Jeanne stands in the way.

"Master, I apologize for her behavior. Please do not bear ill will against the Historia because of her actions."

The Ruler bows head with her apology. Ishtar hisses, "Don't call him that! You only do it after he pays!"

I wait for Jeanne to rise back up. Our eye contact confirms we no longer consider Ishtar a part of this conversation (good riddance). "To rectify this wrongdoing, I would like to offer a free trial with two females."

Wow, freebies with five-star ladies as an apology? Somehow, that's not a bad offer. It's also making Ishtar's eyes pop out of their sockets, a plus if I say 'yes' now. "Interesting deal. Would your Master be okay with this?"

"She would approve this more than the way this manager has been performing." Jeanne lowers her eyelids, a villainess stare. "As of now, I may have to take over since Ishtar may or may not hit her third strike before she's uprooted from her post."

Whoa, the Saint of Orleans is overthrowing a goddess from her post? This power play is turning me on. And my erection, my demon tower just grew into a bulge in my pants.

"So to complete this contract, Master, I propose you take it." The sultry Jeanne grabs my hand, so soft (nothing like a virgin). She leads me towards the open doorway - wow, steering me into a party way faster and better than Bitchtar. "Because you'll find our arrangement will go beyond your greatest fantasy."

So we enter through the door to find ourselves in a room. This place doesn't look very sexy. The floor, walls, and ceiling are made of wooden planks. The bed is small - hardly a queen size - and the fabric looks too thin. The temperature is fine, but the sour stench doesn't make this any more tolerable than this rotten smell.

"Each Servant of the Historia is responsible for a certain setting and act. We are inside a rural inn as guests for this setting."

Jeanne passes me to sit on the bed. She shines with that angelic smile of hers. It's a bit cliche, but still a classic turn-on especially when it's made with those red, luscious lips.

"So would this be in France?" I look around, somehow manage to get back into a horny mood. "Did we travel back in time?"

The Ruler giggles, "Oh no, we simply use a Reality Marble. Details such as country or address are usually left to the customer's imagination."

Oh right, Ishtar mentioned this 'simple' technology earlier. I still don't understand how that's possible, but not my business to find out.

"And as per the condition of this reality, I am as of now a virgin."

"Virgin?" I tilt my head and cross arms. "Like your hymen is restored?"

"Every time I enter this room." Jeanne leans back to lie on the bed. She moves her legs apart and places hands on the spot between her neck and bosom, kinky. "The pain is not so great that I would demand for you to stop. Feel free to 'break' me, corrupt me, conquer if you so desire. Force me to relive the experience of a deflowered maiden."

When one of history's exalted saints asks me to wreck her cherry with that sexy voice, it's considered a dishonor not to fulfill the request. Plus, this is 'free' - but everyone knows nothing's really free. Still, I lean down and grab the front of Jeanne's dress.

"Master, please kiss me."

"No." I tear the white fabric in half. Hunger drives me to press into the soft flesh with fingers - no underwear! I go straight for one breast, suck on the nipple with my mouth. Jeanne breaths, "O-or we can do foreplay. Wh-whatever you desire."

There's not much taste, but the course of fucking compels me to swirl my tongue around the mound of hard flesh. I suck and pull the titty around with lips, my partner bites her finger and moans. Her second breast gets a pinch from my finger. Her pussy gets hard rubs from my crotch, the bulge beneath my pants. Her juices wets the entire area.

"M-master, there is a robe in the closet behind you."

I raise my head to free the nipple so my other hand could clamp digits on the hardened tip. "We're doing this, now." I give the milkers a good twist, make Jeanne squeal. Rubbing makes her moan and twist. One yank stretches the breasts into small mountains; she grips the bed sheets below with her hands.

"And now for down here." I let go of the titties to slide hands down the Ruler's curvaceous form. Her skin feels like silk, almost as soft as her hair and breasts. Hips and thighs feel are, almost hard to believe she's could be as strong as the previous ones I've fought. At the place near the vagina, I stop and hover my head right in front of the opening to give it a lick from the bottom of the mouth to the top, a salty taste.

"M-master, wh-what are you doing?"

I don't bother to reply; she should just enjoy the cunnlingus. My tongue rubs here and there, flicks at the clitoris. Jeanne wiggles about and huffs, but can't move out of range because I have a good hold on her hips. Her jerking grows intense when two of my fingers go into her pussy, penetrate it. Juices flow out minutes later.

"Do you not get a lot of action or is the restored hymen making you this sensitive?"

"M-my original Master doesn't pay much attention to me as she does our Mash." The Ruler blushes deep. "I'm sorry if my reactions are not to your liking."

"Actually, you're fitting the mood just right." I raise my head and wipe the fluids there with the back of one hand. "Any virgins with sass or complaints would kill it. You're meeting at the middle pretty well."

As I reach down to unzip my pants zipper, Jeanne smiles. She returns, "Thank you. I'm glad to have met...that...standard?" Her words turned into a squeak after my cock droops out, half-erect at six inches. It has a darker complexion than my skin. Size and color doesn't surprise her as the bumps sporting from the bottom of the cock head all the way down to the base.

"I'm not an expert on phalluses, but is that normal?"

"No." I swing the meat stick around to help it circulate more blood, excite it into its full size. "Which is just about right. I'm not one-hundred percent Human after all."

Jeanne puts on a quizzical face. I don't mind it and slap my cock on top of her crotch. Pre-cum spills onto her skin. I wipe my fluids around as my dck grows. Its full potential stands out twelve inches long, wide as a soda can, and contains semen that can come out pitches thanks to my orange-sized testicles. And the bumps, they also stretched out to look like the ones on dildos, fancy what genetic engineering did for me even if it wasn't my choice to have it.

"So any other questions or can we get this started?"

Jeanne doesn't reply or move; did she freeze? Answering is her responsibility, so there's not much guilt when I press my cock against her snatch's mouth. I pull her legs to drag that sweet ass closer to my front so one thrust could put the penis tip right against a familiar barricade made of hard tissue.

The receiver turns stiff and grabs my shoulders with an iron grip. I just dig harder, shove my bump-ridden meat inside. Resilience pays off to the point my cock rips through so its length could fill her tight, warm tunnel. I stay like this as Jeanne moans, a noise she muffles with closed lips. What's strange is that she was right to some extent, her reaction is prepping me to go wild once she's done adjusting.

"Is everything alright?"

Jeanne nods as I put her legs onto my shoulders. "And there is no blood. The hymen was a creation of this environment. My vagina is back to its original state."

"That's good." I growl and let out hot air, steam rising from the heat created by my body's Mana production. "Because you're about to take all of my twelve inches."

"Twelve inches?!"

The Ruler's voice strains when my dick reaches halfway inside. she quivers like a shaken beer can, but Jeanne doesn't beg me to stop or do anything rash. Like a whorish trooper, she takes everything - only tears the sheets with her nails. When the tip reaches the end, sweat and drool spills out of her face. Her vaginal walls wrap around my meat really hard - just like a deflowered virgin.

"Ngh, Master!"

"Hi Jeanne." I rotate my hips, stew the cock inside. Her insides squeeze out more fluids. "Is this the first time you had a piece this big?"

The Ruler couldn't get off a coherent reply. For the sake of time, I start to move. In and out, my penis slides across her hole's sensitive parts. Her twitches grow weak; she's growing stronger, ascending from Jeanne the whore into Jeanne the harlot (hope that's not offensive to her religion).

Over time, I wail into her. This is not just sex or breeding, I'm just a guy fulfilling one desire: pummeling her erogenous zones to get a reaction. Her moans, shrieks, and tight grip; it's fantastic coming from someone like her. The bed below rocks from this union, its frame starts to groan from the strain.

"Master, Master!" Jeanne pulls her legs off of my shoulders to wrap them around my body. She's also getting into this. "Mph, fweh, Master!"

Her walls pulse and squirts, one orgasm after another. Her fulfillment convinces me to wreck her pussy, slap my flesh against hers loud enough to rattle the walls (good thing we don't have neighbors). Jeanne loses her mind, just screams and calls for her deity.

"Oh my God, Lord! Oh Lord!"

"Are you already getting bored?" I push her legs down so mine could constrict around hers and pin wrists to the bed. My penis stays put inside her, keeps the pussy nice and stretched - still tight like an asshole. "Don't scream another man's name when we're doing it."

Jeanne blushes. She tries to buck out of this hold. "Don't say something so absurd! You know very well why-."

I cover Jeanne's lips with my pair to force tongue into her mouth. We trade spit and wrap our tongues around each other. I restart my thrusts slow, but hard to make our bodies meet in a pleasurable way. We keep this up for a long time until my balls tighten for release.

"Gonna cum."

"Yes," my partner breathes. It's hard to talk when we're still making out. "Mph, feel free to cu-! Stop it!"

I just peck her lips to cut her off; it's cute when she gets frustrated. Back to work, I shove my hips into hers, squeeze the rest of the meat in until the cockhead runs into a softer area, her womb. Jeanne mewls and cums from this kiss. Her tightness helps me unload it all, thick Mana-strengthened milk.

Several spurts later, my dick calms down. Jeanne hugs me tight and breaths into my face, tries to recuperate from the direct filling. Her vagina is not letting go of my penis - got a clinger here. I also pause to relax, wait five minutes before I catch a second wind.

"I'm sorry, Master, but that was incredible."

"Could see that." I look at Jeanne's face, into her clear blue eyes. She still manages to smile even after her first, rough experience with me. "But we're not done yet, or is there a time limit?"

My hot, blonde partner unwinds her legs from mine. I rise to pull out my cock. After a pop, the flaccid meat is free. A small, stream of cum flows out. "We never specified one, so you're free to continue until you're done."

"That's not good business." I grab Jeanne's shoulders and flip her over like a pancake. She gasps after her front meets the mattress. I lie on her back and kiss up her neck. "Because that can take hours. My advice, pay by time."

The Ruler laughs, "We'll consider your advice, which is good in my opinion." She shivers once my lips find the nape of her neck before the earlobe. "Is it also wise if we charge for anal play?"

"Sure, but I'm not going for that hole." I get on my knees and make a grab for her large ass, dig fingers into these full, squishy cheeks. "Your pussy is mine until I'm satisfied."

Okay, came inside Jeanne three times. She lost, then regained consciousness during the last one. She's impressed by my stamina (most women are). My new friend recommended I try someone else - she's tapping out, no surprise. Jeanne convinced Bitchtar to let me see one of their five-star attractions.

Now, this one surprised me because they didn't have her name on the list. And the scenario we meet for sex - using 'Reality Marble' technology (can't believe it exists) - introduces me to a new kink.

"King Gen, does my service please you?"

I push a crown made of real gold back onto my cranium - it's a tad big. A small, red cape is attached to my shoulders. My ass is pampered by the soft seat below. It's attached to this chair, a big seat held together by diamod bars.

In this comfy position, my cock is back to full erection. It's also warm and tingly when sandwiched between two marshmallow titties, lovely features owned by a woman equally beautiful.

"Sir Artoria, you've been a fine knight. Your lanceplay is remarkable as expected of a Lancer."

Yes, the one giving me a titjob is Artoria Pendragon. She's not a Saber, but a Lancer, one of the rarer ones for her power and body. In this case, the latter serves as a plus for this treatment - her chest holds huge, melons. Her naked figure is almost pure perfection, but I don't plan on using her lower, child-bearing body for reasons that'll play out soon.

"Thank you, your majesty. I live to serve my king."

Oh right, this scenario is supposed to take place in a huge throne room. It's nothing flashy, but the floor is made of glass tiles. The walls are white; sunlight lights up the place well from the snowflake windows. She's supposed to be a noble knight wringing semen out of the king - who is me. So far, her cleavage and skill almost surpasses what I felt from Jeanne's pussy (doesn't matter cause there's no reason to compare when I can have both).

Right now, Artoria is moving her tits up and down my cock. She works the underside of the breasts with each hand. This helps her mix up the rhythm, give a massage that's going to give me a happy ending.

"Your majesty, it is an honor to polish this lance. The craftsmanship is the best of all the kingdoms."

The King of Knights sure knows how to praise my dick. Artoria's also good with its maintenance, titjob is great. At one point, she presses her milkers into my crotch to bow her head, swallow the tip. Her tongue slides around until it presses into the piss hole.

I decide it's my turn to participate. "Hey, let me take control of your equipment. But don't stop, keep using your hands to polish a different way."

"Understood, your majesty."

That title makes me feel special - this roleplay may actually be worth paying for. It gets better when Artoria fondles my balls with one hand. She uses the second set of fingers to rub my thigh, stimulate the right places. I focus to pinch her nipples and move the melons around - damn, they're a little heavy. The owner of the lovely pair winces, but doesn't complain.

I slide my hands around the orbs until they press into the sides. With my best grip, I squish the titties and move them, use them like sponges all over my big dick. Artoria grabs my hips to pull, press her body against mine as close as possible.

"This may hurt. Are you up for the challenge?"

"Yes, my king. I am ready."

Her immediate, strong answer pleases me - better, makes me raunchy. I start quick, bounce the breasts like they're basketballs. My cum leaks out and runs down the length. This helps add some lube to my wild pulls and pushes; this could really turn out to be better than a pussy, these mammaries.

Artoria stays patient with my rough handling. When I feel enough of a buildup in my crotch, I let the milkers go.

"Can you deepthroat my cock?"

"Of course." The lance wielder bends her head down to suck in my balls, massage it inside her mouth with tongue. Seconds pass before she works on the other one. She then glides her lips up the underside of my cock before stopping at the head. "This is the one skill that makes me the best lance curator of our lands. Please accept this offering from your humble servant."

Artoria gobbles my cock, from the head down to the base. Holy shit, she doesn't gag when deepthroating the meat's bumps - still chokes a bit over the size. And the entire time she has my dick in mouth, she never looks away. Her gaze stays on me even when she rises back up with a loud, slutty suck.

"Yes, keep going."

Artoria listens, brings her mouth over penis again. My twelve-inch, monster dick never stops her from bobbing up and down, blowing me, granting more joy than any knight has given me.

Eventually comes the inevitable buildup. A streak of sadism grants me an idea, one I start by raising my legs and wrapping them around Artoria's head. She grunts out of surprise as the penis stays in. Her throat tightens around it and quivers. It takes only a second before she adapts, closes her eyes and hums to massage my dick. Her actions grant me enough to cum in her mouth.

Loud gulps radiate from my cocksucker's mouth; not a drop spills out. By the time I ejaculate it all out, she slides her lips off of my man meat. On her knees, Artoria opens her mouth with a loud, warm sigh. There is not a trace of semen in that hole.

"You did an excellent job, but we're not done with the event just yet."

I will Mana to pour from my veins into penis. This breeding tool grows back to its stiff form. Artoria gasps at the sight before she settles into a grin, looks excited to see a man prep for another round of incredible sex. This expression is why I plan to play this out as long as possible.

"So," I begin. "Despite being a Lancer, you're noted to have a noble steed. I want to witness that Riding skill firsthand."

Artoria and I have been at it for almost an entire day. By the end though, she slept on that throne chair. I'm pretty satisfied at this point. Exiting through the door to arrive back at Chaldea's whorehouse center also provided a pleasant surprise: meeting Historia's founder and mastermind.

"So you're our guest for the day. How do you do?"

It's a bit underwhelming to meet a midget. I don't have a problem with size, it's the Servants; they're all taller than her. Fou might be the only one shorter than her. Okay, maybe there is an issue, but it's not the point. Also, first time I see someone sport pumpkin-colored hair. The white and black uniform confirms she's a member of Chaldea. The Command Spells on her hand answers more questions than I have in mind right now.

"I'm alright, the name's Gen. You have a good establishment here."

"Ritsuka, and thanks." The midget raises a hand. I grab and shake it. It's making this gesture that I realize her eyes are a bit bulged out. Those orange pupils also look empty like the abyss. Wow, I just felt a chill run up my spine.

"So enjoying yourself? Everything is fine here?"

I look around the room. Ishtar isn't here minding the counter, that lazy third-rate whore - at least Gil would enslave someone into doing a job for him. "This turned out okay. The only issue is the management. Service could use some work here."

"Oh, we are in the middle of that upgrade." Ritsuka skips off around one of the vendor stands. She drags a large object out with a rope. By the time she stands near me with her luggage in tow, I burst into laughter.

"Ah ha, so you approve. This one is always stirring up a ruckus, so I usually have to resort to this type of discipline."

Ritsuka's 'discipline' seems a bit odd, but satisfying on my part. The Master had brought over Ishtar whose entire body is wrapped in rope, hogtied like a captured boar. Two tubes rattle from her pussy and asshole, vibrators working those holes. To top it off, there's a blue ball gag the size of a grapefruit in her mouth. She couldn't speak, only huff and puff as the toys work her pipes; what a fun sight.

"By the way, don't get too comfortable with these freebies. I'll only allow it once since Isthar here almost chased away another customer! This means I won't have enough Quartzs for the next summon!"

Ritsuka smacks the back of the goddess's head. This show is entertaining, but her earlier comment bothers me. There's traces of anger and madness in her words, cues that put me on the edge. Her type of odd folks would make something like the Historia (I may create my own place someday, definitely run it better).

I banish this thought to focus on my original mission. "Actually, I'm hoping to pay now for one of your services."

The midget cocks her head and smiles wide. "Really? What is there you would like to pay for?"

"Her." I aim one finger at the tied-up goddess. She looks afraid. Of course she is, I'm smiling like a serial killer prepared to dine on a helpless soul. "Fishtar here has been a pain in the ass. It's a bit of a turn-on to think what would happen if I return the favor in the literal sense."

"Fishtar?" Ritsuka glances at her Servant with greedy eyes, obviously ignoring the plea showing from the goddess's eyes. "You hear that Fishtar? This guy who you insulted wants to pay for anal. But I might not accept because we didn't put a price on that. What price is there that could-."

I raise an open hand. One thought brings energy into my palm, connects to a inter-dimension pocket that keeps all of my on-hand junk. A rainbow, spiky crystal pops out of the limb. Two more follow before a stream of Saint Quartzs fly out.

"Here's thirty." I stop the money flow to match my announced amount. "You can have thirty more when I finish."

Ritsuka goes to work, collects all the crystals. They vanish right as she touches them; she should be able to do so as a Chaldea agent. "Oh sure, have fun. Want me to throw in some Command Spells so she wouldn't put up much of a fight?"

I crack my knuckles and neck. "Go ahead."

"Okay, Ishtar. Don't squirm and keep those holes open for him until he's done!"

Two, crimson beams of light shine from Ritsuka's hand. The same color covers the imprisoned goddess's body before it vanishes. I walk close enough to kneel down and stroke a hand down her body.

"So Ritsuka, how often is this place open?"

I unzip my pants to free my cock. The Master doesn't mind as she skips around to collect the rest of her moolah.

"We open at one for twelve hours in the Cosmic time zone."

"Cosmic? My place is setup with Andromeda." I roll Ishtar over. She chokes and screams into her gag, I just ignore that noise. "Others like us live almost in between, farthest is the Milky Way."

The Historia owner giggles, "That far? Would you be kind enough to invite them over?"

"Depends on what your Servants are up for." I tear through ever fabric on Ishtar that separates me from her desired asshole, a place that's about to get a readjustment. "They have some special needs, sexual preferences that not everyone can fulfill well."

"I'm sure we can find some who can fit the bill." Ritsuka shoots Ishtar a soulless stare (is this her Noble Phantasm?). "Because from now on, I plan to make every Servant participate. Now that I think about it, you can decide when that fine ass of hers is broken in."

Sounds like I'm working for her. Doesn't matter, Isthar's going to sing a lovely tune for me before I leave today. My goal reaches another step of completion once I yank Ishtar's bottom cover and her panties down. I give the cheeks a good slap and raise my hips for the upcoming anal.

"Hur, hur!"

"Hurry up?" I lick my lips and spread the bootylicious buns apart, reveal the inner pink muscles of her asshole. "Okay, but only because you want it."

Ritsuka laughs at my joke, a bit strange for her to have no regret over this. I don't have much myself when I spear my cock inside. Isthar howls the entire time my dick tries to go deep into her tight tunnel. Almost fifteen minutes pass before half of my penis makes it inside.

Soon, I'm pumping her good hole and making her shout at the top of her lungs despite how hard it is to hump through such a dry hole. I then remember buttholes aren't pussies; they can't create their own fluids. That issue hardly matters when my sex drive kicks in. Hard pumps and my semen helps keep the rhythm going. Even Ishtar quiets down after many fucks later, learns to enjoy - or tolerate - the anal play until we reach an end.

Mash, the one who traveled with me, arrives after my last ejaculation. She found me thanks to Roman, who manages to pinpoint my location from homing in on my magical signature (a lot of science stuff I can't bother with at the moment). She's kind of appalled to find my position on top of a crying Ishtar, who curses at me with many languages.

This reunion, unfortunately, begins a meeting that sets my future with Historia in stone. That Ritsuka wouldn't let us leave until we agree to it, by the way. I, on that matter, argued until she offered to give me the best deal of all: a lifetime pass to the place and some absurd arrangement that will let me use Jeanne, Artoria and Ishtar whenever they're needed for my benefit. Against my better judgement, I agreed only to regret it later.

And so it begins, a life full of twists and turns that'll force me to mingle with some weirdos like me along the way, force me to challenge all the problems that'll make my tender spots throb hard for the right and wrong reasons.