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Tentacle Troubles	By : Mato-Kuroshira Category: +. to F > Fate/stay Night Views: 9232 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-Tentacle Troubles
- 1
Another day, another singularity- that was Ritsukas life, and the life of the Servants as well.
No one complained, usually. It was a necessary sacrifice for the survival of mankind, they had to do this in order for there to be a day after Levs grand plan, and deep in Ritsukas heart, there was a wish that perhaps some Servants, if not all of them, could stay... this was more than unlikely, but love was a silly thing that clouded your reasoning and the Holy Grail could make a lot of things happen, perhaps even that.

Such thoughts, however, were wishful thinking as the group of six were marching through a marsh, somewhere god only knows in the Middle Ages, where monsters, fairies and witches still existed. Townsfolk had told them a dragon had been seen north of them, a dragon preying on neighboring villages, and while the response was mixed (Jeanne d'Arc was insistent that the vile creature had to be slain to save the townsfolk, while her alter ego was more than excited about the prospect of a dragon in general), there was agreement that something had to be done about it. So, they wandered north... through marshland.
Swamps and marshes always had something creepy to them, in Ritsukas mind. It had to be the darkness, at least in part, but apart from that the darkness always seemed to be moving somehow- bubbles emerging from the soggy, muddy grounds, a rustle of brush and trees in the nearby distance, the smell of swamp gasses like a toxic cloud trying to kill you silently if you breathe too much, shadows stalking them left and right- paranoia, some might say, but their group had been attacked no less than three times since they got here, so by this point, it felt like a certainty that the darkness WAS in fact moving and trying to ambush them. This only inspired the five of them to move faster, despite the danger.... the quicker they got out of this place, the better.

When night fell, things didn't get any better. Ritsukas flashlight helped them guide the way, but apart from the beam of light it provided the sides and the back were degraded to total darkness, and the two Jeannes were nervously looking left and right, one clutching her lance, the other keeping a hand on her demonic, purple longsword. Rider didn't look around, as she didn't need to. The purple haired woman's senses were sharp enough to see her surroundings clearly even without sight, but her fingers nervously curled around the chain links of her dagger... finally, Lancer Artoria Alter, begrudgingly without her horse as it would no doubt sink up to its neck into the mud and grime, followed on the right of Ritsuka, chronically in a bad mood not made better by people asking her to use her lance as a depth gauge for the path ahead. Finally, an island of dry land amongst the wet marsh emerged ahead, large enough for them to make a camp for the night- and with the moon already rising, they would need one quickly.

“Any critter that would want to attack us will have to travel across the mud first. That´ll alert us, and we can defend ourselves... plus we don't get wet feet.” Ritsuka proudly announced, cheeks puffed and arms crossed. Something smart was said, and a triumph was earned... although...
“It's too late for the wet feet part.” Rider replied with a barely visible frown. “Even for the knights.”
Artoria huffed with a glance. “Indeed. Armored Sabatons keep swords and arrows out, not moisture. I'm damp to the bone, Summoner.”
“Notice how she didn't say 'wet'.” Jeanne Alter snarled, with a devious glance at the other knight. “Gotten used to your steed, have you, Ox King?”
“Watch your tongue, peasant girl, or i'll have it cut out of your mouth.” Artoria grumbled. With a scoff, she stabbed the lance into the soft soil, the force of the throw nearly digging it halfway in. “We need to make a fire and a tent. The swampland is notorious for its rainfall and the fire will keep creatures away.”
“Or at least, it will allow us to see them.” Jeanne nodded in agreement, wise enough not to interfere in their dispute. “Dry firewood will be hard to come by, but I can do my best to find some, Master.”
“Sure, be careful not to get stuck in the deeper spots though. You could help your sister by finding some bigger branches, Alter." Ritsuka smiled, a stark contrast to the glare that came in response.
"Who´re you calling a sister?! Phssh. I'll go find some- if only because i don't want to be cold tonight." With that, Jeanne Alter set foot in the swamp again... only to hit something... semi-solid underneath. "Uh? What the-"

"What is it?" Ritsuka asked, but the question was soon answered by itself as the swamp began to bubble, and rise in front of them... what had looked like the branches of dead trees and long roots of intact ones to them in the darkness, turned out to be much more alive than that, and they all came to the root of a single source- a blob of flesh, with many eyes, many of them now staring at them- if Jeanne hadn't jerked back quickly, the tendril she'd stepped on would´ve no doubt slung around her leg and dragged her under.
"It seems a fire is no longer necessary to see the enemy, Summoner." Rider bluntly stated, unsheathing her dagger and swinging it around her fingers in a rapid circle, like an old slingshot, waiting to strike.
"So it would seem." Lancer huffed, digging her weapon out of the soft soil and getting in between the two Jeannes, which each pointed their lances toward the enemy themselves, forming a spear wall in front of their master... Ritsuka began to study and analyze the monster, trying to figure out just what on earth it was, but even an identification spell failed to predict what it might be. The obvious: It had a core center with eyes, but that quickly dipped down back under the swamp as it had spotted them, only eyes peeking out while a hundred or more appendages began swinging at them, some of them thicker than others and aiming to strike them like a club. It quickly drove their formation apart, and the lances could only do so much to drive them away when they were so many- and in the darkness ahead, it seemed like there were even more on the backside of the monster, so chances were if they cut off enough of them, they would just face the other side to start all over again.
"Any orders, Master?" Jeanne quickly asked, her banner flapping in the wind while she did her best to try to poke at any tentacle that came their way- it was still hard to see them, quick and agile as they were in the darkness, but a quick peek with the flashlight confirmed that they were all fairly muscular, thick and covered in a ridged, leathery skin, likely hard to pierce.
"I have no idea how to deal with this..." Ritsuka paled and backed away a bit. "A...aim for the center and try to exploit gaps!"
"Most genius, wise one." Jeanne Alter grumbled, whacking away tentacles coming for her before briefly looking at her lance, then at the beast in the distance. "Rider! I'll chuck my spear at it, latch onto that with your chain and kill it!"
"Yes." Rider merely replied, a woman of few words as usual as she was whipping her dagger left and right in a similar fashion, just to keep the tentacles away. Said and done, Jeanne threw her lance far and drew her sword instead, and Rider did as she was told by latching onto it, but the beast was not that stupid. As the Medusa tried to reel herself in, a large tentacle whacked her side and threw her across the battlefield, into the nearby mud, ending that strategy.
"As expected from the tactic of a peasant, it ends up being a burden." Artoria responded with a scoff, trying to beat herself a path with heavy whacks of her own lance, but the tentacles were too thick to be much impressed by her spiked weapon and kept up a dense forest of tendrils- and the further she reached inside, the more she feared for her own as the tentacles seemed to try to close in behind her.
"Lancer, get back! That's too dangerous!" Ritsuka shouted, though the words died soon as the tentacles were shooting straight towards the summoner.

"Master!!" Both Jeannes shouted in unison, and with swords drawn whacked the tentacles away to give some space. "Master, are you alrigh-"
Jeannes voice died in her throat, as both she and Alter found the tentacles, the same ones they had thought to be driven away, to be slinging around their legs instead, lifting each one up by a leg harshly and violently. Alters sword nearly hit Ritsuka on the way down, while Rulers merely plopped to the floor alongside her lance as she screamed.
"Get off me, you lousy excuse for a beast!" Alter shouted, yanking and pulling on the tentacle around her leg, but this only had the effect of two others wrapping around her arms, pulling on them and nearly popping them out, causing a loud grunt of pain. A fourth tentacle wrapped around the other ankle, and with a fifth coiled around her waist, she couldn't do anything as the monster brought her further away from Ritsuka, and closer to the source of it all...

"Alter!" Jeanne actually shouted, her hand reaching out to her but it would find a slippery tendril constricting her fingers instead. Her fate was similar to her alter ego, as tightly wound tendrils began to restrain every inch of movement from her, pulling her legs outward and her arms back, with one pushing her torso out, so she couldn't even buckle underneath the stress. She heard shouts and screams, but as she was quickly drawn away from them they were only fragments of voices, indistinct from one another.

"Ghnnn...!" Alter still struggled, trying to break free and moved her limbs as much as she could, but all it seemed to do was getting one of her legs out of her sabaton, which ultimately did nothing as it simply caused another slimy, thin appendage to wrap around her ankle, the tip of which rubbing and slithering against the sole of her sock, burying itself between her toes and moistening the fabric. "Hnn.. aah...aahahahah! Stop! Stop that!" She was forced to laugh at the tickly feeling, causing her to lose focus for a moment as another tendril pulled off the other sabaton, though this one didn't stop there. It continued snaking up her thigh, slipping under the sock and pulling it down, inch by inch, until it slid off of her foot.

Jeanne Ruler had a similar problem, as her armored gauntlet escaped her grasp, no matter how much she tried to hold onto it- the tentacles seemed to have impressive strength, no doubt this was why they were so thick. The tips might be slim and prehensile, but the bulk was simply muscled mass that could contract and expand rapidly. "Ghn..." Her back was arched far, and a strain on her muscles could only be held up so long- she had to let go, and lose the other gauntlet as well even if she didn't want to. Little did she know that she would get a demonstration just how strong the tentacles were, as the two on her hands pushed themselves underneath the vambraces and the fabric underneath them on her arms, and pushed themselves all the way up to the shoulders, getting slimmer as they went to manage it. Then, they would inflate again, causing painful pressure on her arm until the leather that held the armor together yielded, and her arms were left bare, her padded shirt´s sleeves ripped by the sheer force of the creature. For a moment, she thought she could use her hands to strike back now, only to feel slippery, ridged tentacles coiling around them again, and no amount of grabbing or pulling was going to cause them to yield. "A thousand... curses...!"

"Make that.... ahahaha... a million!" Alter was slowly getting used to the tentacles on her feet, but tears in her eyes and a strain in her jaw were evidence of how much she was getting tortured, her own gauntlets falling victim to the same procedure without having a chance to resist. "Why the fuck is it... stripping us?!"

"Not even a monster likes to digest metal, i suppose...! I can only hope the others will help us before that happens... nngnh..." Ruler cringed, her face strained as two tentacles at once were going for her legs, straight away slipping under her socks and pushing them down alongside the sabatons until she was barefoot. She was spared the torture though, for her the monster reversed course and went back up her body.... where the tendrils on her arms joined forces with them, all of them pushing and pulling on her breastplate and vestments... she jerked left and right, trying to get away from that uncomfortable pressure, from those tugging pulls of no less than six tendrils now, but it was ultimately hopeless... rivets popped, leather straps broke, fabric tore and piece by piece her armor was clattering down into the mud, her belly and her breasts covered by mere scraps of clothing until a sharp tug removed even those. She screamed in embarrassment, yanking on her arms as best she could to try to cover herself, while her thighs tried to close around the panties she still wore, but no more than a couple of inches could she move.

"Screaming isn't gonna help us here!" Alter snarled, her remaining sock lost while she cringed at the pressure building around her arms, because her vembrace too was popped like an egg in a microwave. "Fuck, why didn't you do something?!"
"Why didn't YOU do something?!" Jeanne threw back, wiggling and squirming under the touches of tentacles on her bare skin, gasping out loudly as one ran down her back like a cool, slippery tongue. Her nipples were growing erect from the cool air, something she couldn't help but shudder at.
"Ghnnn...Aah!" Alter called out as her own breastplate exploded outward and her chest was laid bare, any scrap of her gambison, her cape or the skirt were ripped away quickly by the tentacles that had joined forces to break it. Her alabaster skin was exposed to the world, pale white breasts in contrast to Jeannes more healthy tone, although the pink of her nipples was much the same, and both had the same cup size. "I DID something! I threw my lance at the thing, hoping to kill it that way!" She shouted back, shuddering and cringing as a pair of tendrils were beginning to spank and slap her breasts, playing ping-pong with them as they bounced back and forth. "Nghhh.. Stop it!"
"Throwing your weapon away isn't helpful! Even you should know that!" Jeanne countered angrily, unaware of the thick, hose shaped appendages that crept up behind her. She also wasn't aware that the monster was retreating, fleeing from the scene with its two hostages and escaping the grasp of Ritsuka and the others to safety.
"I wasn't throwing it away carelessly, i was-" Alter´s head jerked back to Jeanne, throwing an argument at her only to stop, seeing what came up behind the woman. "What...the fuck..."
"What is-" Jeanne began to say, but like her, the words died in her throat....

"Pfffhhhh- Guaaahh!" Thick translucent streams sprayed out of the two hoses, gushing over their mostly naked bodies- the goopy slime ran down their breasts, their thighs, down the ridge of their buttcheeks and dripped down their toes, coating them from top to bottom in slippery, viscus slime... before they knew it, they were an arms reach away from one another, staring the other in the eye.
"Wha... What is it doing?! Are those enzymes for digestion or something?!" Alter snarled, blushing pink as she was bared towards her alter ego, but Jeanne was too embarrassed to even speak.
Closer, and closer they were brought, until their breasts began to touch... Both of them flushed deeper and looked away, but as if the monster was aware, tendrils slung around their foreheads, slipping the headpiece off of them and forcing the two saints to look one another in the eye as they were brought closer still... only as their bellies began to touch did it stop.
"Whatever happens... you... i didn't want this, got it?" Alter pressed out, blushing deeply... her heart was pounding, wetness gathering down in her groin that wasn't a result of the monster... Jeanne could only bring out a silent nod, before she felt a tug on her panties.
"Nhhg?!" Alter grimaced, feeling the same- their panties were dragged upwards, then tugged back and forth, as if the monster was trying to rip them... but all it did was make them tightly grip around their pussies, tight enough for the pink lips to shimmer through the fabric, the soft mounds pressed against it, rubbed back and forth... then, it happened.
"M..my- My maidenhood!" Jeanne shrieked, as she felt something tickle her down there... a quick glance down made her see a tentacle covered in tens of thousands of nubs and bumps, all of them pink, soft and pressing against her most sensitive areas- coming down between her buttcheeks, tickling her anus and viciously rubbing against her pussy lips... the same tendril snaked its way further forward.
"Nononono! Aaaaa!" Alter squeamishly gave off, the bumps hitting her pussy first, brushing backwards towards her asshole, then further up onto her lower back.... once it got there, it retreated again, causing the two girls to rock their heads back in mind-numbing feelings of pleasure, unwanted as they may be.
"S-stop ravaging my unmentionables!" Jeanne squealed, every shift and every squirm however made her slither and slide against her alter ego, their breasts perfectly mushing against one another as their bodies rocked back and forth... the slime tasted sweet as it hit her mouth, sweet and viscus like the sort of lube it was used as. She had no idea what was happening, why this monster was doing this or what would be next, but any attempt at a prayer was cut short by another movement of the tentacle between her legs, and the... lewd faces her mirror image made. Did she look like that too...?
"Sh-shit.. st-stop fucking... around... hnnn... aaahh!" Alter cringed and whined, her full face flushed from embarrassment and pleasure as she was rocked back and forth. Her pussy was screaming out to her, each of those little bumps brushing against her vulva felt like a tongue licking her, and there were thousands of them... worse, they attacked her lower back, her ass, her inner thighs as well. It wasn't fair, she couldn't resist, couldn't do anything, couldn't hold...
"HAAAAHHH...!!" She screamed out, cumming under the nonstop assault of the monster and leaking down her legs while her body trembled in pleasured spasms against her would-be sister.
The same sister who also couldn't hold on much longer, any mental fortitude she built up was broken down by the face of Alter in blissful climax, that tongue lashing out and her neck arching back... her own fists balled up and her toes curled, she pressed her lips together to hold out, but the sensation was too strong.
"Hnnnngg...." Her mouth was shut tight, but her body couldn't lie- a full faced blush and tightly shut eyes, alongside a deep, shuddering climax that made her squirt, soiling her panties further.

Little did they know what the monster had in store for them next. As the girls panted and huffed in the afterglow of their climax, they were lifted up by their arms, the tendrils holding their legs each hooking into their panties and pulling them down, finally stripping the two nude as the day they were summoned into this world- Jeanne had a little blonde tuft of pubes covering her groin, a bit of hair to hide her shame, while Alter, having no shame at all, was shaven bare and presented her groin for all to see... and for all to see it was, as both of their legs were spread wide by the tentacles next, fully exposing their blooming, dripping pussies that ached for more.
"This fucking thing... what... what is it planning now.." Alter pressed out, feeling herself lifted up a little, inch by inch, until her eyes widened as she noticed what was happening. "Oh no... oh fuck no, no no NO NOO!"
Jeanne couldn't even speak, as she blushed deeper and deeper the more she realized what was happening- she couldn't bring out a single word, as she had her pussy pressed against Alters, the slippery goop inbetween them causing a smooth, warm bond which she had to repress a moan to. She hated that girl, she was everything she tried to deny about herself, everything she set aside and wanted to rid herself of, and dared to wear her face and armor as a mockery... but that feeling of her pussy touching another, skin touching warm skin and the folds of her vulva brushing against similar ones enticed a repressed mewl. She had to close her eyes, too embarrassed to even watch this- but as Alter did the same to try and spare herself the torture of having sex with the woman she hated, a punishment came swiftly.
A thin, translucent stinger pushed into each of her breasts, causing a painful callback to reality as the two snapped their eyes open to see what was happening. A tentacle for each breast was piercing them, and Jeanne paled in horror.
"What the FUCK is this now?!" Alter shouted, cringing as the stinger pulled back out, having injected them with... something. Immediately, her chest felt like it was burning up, venom, she presumed... maybe it tried to kill them with this, slowly but surely paralyzing them and then eating them alive. But that was far from the truth.
"My... my chest feels..." Jeanne cringed, staring... her breasts were throbbing, visibly twitching, and... growing, as she soon found out. They had always been a heavy load, but they began to get even heavier, weighing her down while inflating outwards at a steady rate.
"Oh for fucks sake...! Just kill me already and stop screwing around like this, i don't want to look like fucking Artoria!" She complained, seeing as each breast reached the size of her head, her nipples a bit thicker as well, looking.. Wet, and sensitive.

"And what would be the problem with that, peasant?!" Came a shout from below, as Artoria was riding towards them on her trusty steed, which had been fitted with makeshift floats to make the trip across the swamp. Her lance was pointed forward to try and hit the monster, but it ducked and dodged away each time. Rider remained behind to protect Ritsuka, as there was no telling what else was creeping and crawling in the nearby area.
"Artoria!" Jeanne squealed. "H-help! Its raping us!" She stated the obvious, only to moan loudly as her body was grinding closer against Jeanne again, pussies mushing together in a wet, slippery mess that felt divine. If it wasn't for the restraints and the needles, maybe... maybe she wouldn't mind it so much.
"I've noticed." Artoria gave off, galloping after them. "This thing is quite fast, however... i've been chasing it through the marsh, but it can't run forever. Hold on, you two!"
"HOLD ON?! HOW THE FUCK AM I SUPPOSED TO HOLD ON, YOU PIECE OF SHIT, MY ARMS AND LEGS ARE-" Jeanne Alters throat uttered no more complains, rather, her eyes widened, and she unleashed a loud moan, paired with her sister as a bumpy tentacle pushed in between their pussies, torturing them both. "AAAHhnnn!"
This was driving her mad. The surrounding tentacles had her in a tight grip, her arms bound to her back, her legs spread apart wide and restrained down to the pinkie toe... any more, and they might even-
"Wh-whwhaaaat!" Jeanne squealed, seeing that something that looked distinctly like a man´s penis was creeping up her belly. It pushed inbetween her breasts, while two others pressed her boobs together.... the slick goop in between the enlarged breasts were more than enough to make it a tight, slippery hole for the tentacle to fuck. Alter wasn't doing much better either, as for her one forced itself down her throat while she tried to curse, before another began fucking her tits like the ones of her sister. Just as the bumpy tentacle pulled away from their pussies again, bringing bare skin to bare skin again, the two of them reached another explosive climax, mouths muffled by tentacles forcing themselves down, but groins eagerly clashing and hips bucking towards their significant other, finally accepting their position, if only deep down.

Artoria huffed. All of this merely told her one thing, there were maidens to save, and she had to be quick, or they wouldn't be maidens anymore. The monster had little left to fight with, everything it had been used to either restrain or violate the two Jeannes, and with each passing moment it expended more to do so. Two more were left, both of them with cock-shaped ends.... once those were coming through, she could try to make a run for it.

"Mmghh...!" Jeanne pressed out, gagging and gurgling as cum was fired down her throat- her eyes teared and her gullet felt coarse and raspy by the time it pulled out, both cocks squirting a large amount of semen into her face and hair, moments before doing the same to Alter.... except Alter didn't gag, didn't complain, and said nothing, she swallowed after many attempts of biting down. Her teeth couldn't make a dent in the thick skin of the beast, so she took it, respecting its strength in a wierd way before she too received a facial from both the cock in her throat, and the one between her breasts which shot its load a few seconds later. "Hhnn... Hhnnn... Artoria... i beg you..." She pressed between her teeth, not sure if the knight king would even hear her. "Hurry up..."
The request was uttered, and yet it proved prophetic... the two girls, panting and exhausted as they were, were brought together again once more. Alter lying on top of Jeanne, her pussy parallel to hers with legs interleaved... she was exhausted, covered in cum and in a state of mind that gave her no rational thought, and Jeanne seemed like she was about to pass out herself.
"Wh-wha.. No! Nnnhh..AAAAH!" A thick cock-like appendage pressed against Alters asshole, pushing itself inside with the assistance of the goopy lube, and given her screaming she could tell the same had happened to Jeanne. Breasts pressing against each other, pussies loosely touching, the two were getting assfucked by the monster, their saintly maidenhoods untouched, but instead drilled in the butt like a vile fiend would do. Still, saint or not, Alters moans of pleasure as the dick, as thick as four fingers was thrusting into her... in such a moment, she was but a woman, a girl even.
Jeanne was no different- she made noises she wasn't even aware she was capable of as the cock in her ass buried itself deeper and deeper into her guts with each worm-like thrust- It almost felt like it would reach her stomach, come out of her mouth and spear her, but nothing of the sort happened.
With each slamming thrust, the girls were shoved against one another, grinding and mushing their soft bodies together, getting closer and closer... without even noticing it, some of Alters saliva dripped into Jeannes mouth. What they did notice, though, was how they were looking at one another.... first, absentmindedly, then more closely, gazing deeply from blue to yellow, and from yellow to blue.
A longing for the other color... suppressed feelings of wanting to be one again, perhaps, or silent admiration and pity... or something even more meaningful, but without any help of the tentacles, Jeanne began rising her head, and Alters lowered, their moaning, lustful faces creeping closer, until lips touched upon lips, and tongues slid against tongues in a deep, and decidedly french, kiss.
For a moment, time stood still, they forgot about the monster holding them captive, about their predicament and their desire to return to their master, and just for that moment, the two kissed passionately whilst reason and lesser feelings were turned off... saliva ran out of the corner of their mouths, and a hand that Alter had gotten free reached out to cup the back of Jeannes head until...

Both of them shut their eyes tightly, clenching fingers and toes, trembling and twitching under an enormous pressure that built up.... Hot, sticky ropes of semen burst from the cocks in their ass, filling up both of their rears while their pussies helplessly squirted fluids, spasming and twitching under a powerful, mindshattering third orgasm in a row, something that left them weak, powerless, and defeated at last.... They would not be able to struggle any further when the monster finally decided to stop playing around, and swallow them both.
The sound of a sword leaving its sheath was heard- but it was more melodic, crystal clear and pristine than any mere blade would sound. That was the weapon not of a mere hero, but of France itself: Jeanne d'Arc's dropped longsword.
Holding it in her left whilst keeping the lance to her right, Artoria stormed at the beast while it was recovering from its own orgasm, exploiting a gap in the tentacles- it would try to close it again, but before it could manage the tip pressed itself against the blob-like main body, piercing the skin and sinking deep inside, green blood spraying out of the wound it made.
"Down with you, Beast of Caerbannog!!" Artoria shouted loudly, jumping off of her steed and using the lance as a pole to stand on as she took the longsword into her right and stabbed it deeply into one of the beasts eyesockets, pulling upwards to cause a deeper, more gruesome wound.
Neither Jeanne managed to scream as they fell, the tentacles growing limp in their grip, but a grunt was heard from Alter as she plopped into the saddle of the steed. It was enough to snap her awake as her pussy, almost sore from all this abuse, hit rough leather- and she quickly reached her arms out to catch Jeanne, who fell slower than her as weakened tentacles tried to grab a hold of her again, only to slip through their grasp.
"I got you...!" Alter pressed out, grunting again as the weight fell into her arms.... a surprised look was found on the woman with the blonde braid, jaw hanging slack as she realized her alter ego, of all people, had caught her in her arms.
....a few moments passed, before Alter grew beet red in the face, snarled and looked away. "What, was i supposed to let you break your neck on a rock somewhere under that mud?! Fuck off, you goodie two sho-"
Her voice was silenced by another kiss, by the grateful saint that cared little about her tsundere complaints.

Using a rag to wipe the blood off of Excalibur, Artoria swung it briefly, then slid it back into its sheath and retrieved her lance. "Rider and the Summoner may have built a camp in our absence by now. Nightfall is upon us, and they need shelter just as much as you two." The king said, walking over to them, only to take the reigns of her horse. "I'll bring you back to them... although you owe me something first."
"Owe you? Fuck, Artoria, we're literally bare naked, we can't give you anything!" Alter complained, still holding Jeanne in her lap as she was riding bareback on the saddle.... each movement of the horse caused her to wince and gasp, the rough leather rubbing against her pussy like a newfound torture method.
"You're mistaken, peasant. There's something you can give me for my troubles, something a common farmer girl of low birth is quite good at." Artoria muttered, bringing the two over to a small island, smaller than the one they had initially chosen for their camp, and hitched up the horse. "Get off."
Irritated, Alter set Jeanne down first and then climbed off herself, feeling cold mud on her bare feet, slimy and decidedly much less comfortable than what she had previously gone through. While Jeanne was trying to hide her nudity, Alter was not so concerned and instead gave Artoria further attitude. "I told you, King Peabrain, we don't have anything, not a coin in our pocket because we don't have pockets!" To her surprise, she was force down by an armored hand. "Uhh!"
Her knees hit the soft soil, and she began to realize, slowly but surely, what Artoria meant. Jeanne was forced down next to her, and she too began to pale as the evil doppelganger of the King began to push her tassets aside, a thumb hooking under her bodysuit to pull it away....
A manhood, one befitting of a king, popped out and grew erect in front of them, as Artoria began to smile.
"You can be at ease, i don't ask for much. Only a small token of gratitude from each of your mouths... in return for having to watch you get seeded by that monster without the ability to join."

Fin....maybe?
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