Chapter 4 - Medusa (Rider)
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Sakura is still distraught when he slowly leads her into the main room, where Illya is still passed out on the floor and Jeanne is sitting watching TV. The transformed girl isn't sobbing anymore though, and Kiza rubs soothing circles into her back as she sniffles and moos quietly, staring at the floor and looking a little hilarious, given her new stature and body.
Jeanne's eyes go wide as she sees Sakura's new cowgirl form. The Ruler-Class Servant is still bloated to all hell, but neither she nor Sakura can see that bit, even as the blonde stands up off of the couch she'd been resting on, her legs wobbling and her pussy still leaking. A moan immediately leaves Jeanne's throat from the movement, but she still asks the obvious nonetheless.
"Ooh… what… what happened to her? What is this?"
Sakura sniffles again and Kiza lets out a sigh with a note of fake pity in it. He continues to rub soothing circles into Sakura's lower back, even as he answers Jeanne's question with complete and utter bullshit.
"It seems that Sakura experienced a change here, due to the leftovers from the Lesser Grail that was implanted inside of her. It reacted… poorly with my cure and resulted in this transformation. A final 'Fuck You' from Zouken, I imagine."
With a wave of his hand, the young man creates some clothing for Sakura, handing them off to the massively changed girl. Of course, it's not so much clothes… as it is white and black patterned arm-sleeves and thigh-high stockings. The exact sort of design one would expect when one thinks of the usual look for a cow. Not that either Sakura or Jeanne sees anything wrong with that. In fact, the purple-haired cowgirl actively thanks Kiza as she slowly puts his gift on.
"A-Ah, thank yoooo, Kiza… I don't blame yoooo. You sho-… you shoul- mooo, don't blame y-ooo either…"
Tears well up in Sakura's eyes as she struggles with words as simple as 'shouldn't' and 'yourself'. The constant changing of 'you' into a mooing sound also seems to leave her more and more upset with herself. Kiza smiles inwardly at her frustration, while outwardly he keeps a concerned look on his face as he rubs a little lower on Sakura's back, casually playing with the top of her ass crack.
Jeanne sees the look on his face but doesn't register the truth of his actions. As such, the blonde Servant just smiles and bobs her head up and down.
"You're a, mm, noble man, aah, Master."
Kiza chuckles lightly and just shrugs his shoulders, acting the part of sheepish as he rubs the back of his head.
"I'm just trying to do the right thing. I won't abandon you Sakura. In fact, I'll be here for you every step of the way, alright? I'll make sure to keep you safe in the upcoming War."
Sakura stares in silent, wide-eyed shock for a long moment, before a beatific smile spreads across the transformed cowgirl's face. She moves forward and hugs Kiza to her heavily lactating breasts, which he quickly takes advantage of, much to the sounds of her happy mooing. After a moment though, Kiza pulls back and adopts a more serious expression on his face.
"It's time to call your Servant back, Sakura. We need to start planning for the Grail War now."
Bobbing her head up and down, the purple-haired girl does just that. They wait for a little while, watching television, before finally, Rider appears in the doorway. She pauses at the sight of Sakura, but before she can truly react, Kiza is speaking, drawing her attention in with his 'completely trustworthy' voice.
"Ah, hello there, Rider. I want you to know, you can trust me completely. Sakura has gone through some changes, but I will keep her safe. That's a promise."
It's amusing, watching Medusa look at him through her blindfold for a long moment, before she nods solemnly, immediately believing what he says, simply because he's stated it as fact. The tension goes out of the beautiful Servant's shoulders, and Kiza enjoys the view for a moment. The female Servant is something like an older version of what Sakura was before her transformation. She was certainly the epitome of human beauty… but Kiza wasn't constrained to the limits of human beauty, now was he?
"… In fact, I'm going to need to perform a ritual on you, Rider. It will empower you and allow you to assist and protect your Master far more efficiently."
Medusa is silent for a moment, but Kiza knows it isn't because she's disbelieving of his words or anything like that. The Rider-Class Servant is simply taciturn, sometimes to a fault.
"… Very well. What must I do?"
Grinning wickedly and hiding the meaning of the look on his face from the women around him, Kiza clears his throat and begins to explain, even as he moves over to the center of the room, in front of the TV, where a comfortable looking rug is laid out over the hardwood floors.
"First, you must be completely naked. That means your blindfold to. Not to worry, your eyes won't harm anyone for as long as I'm around."
Medusa believes him, as expected, but to be fair, he's telling the truth. The purple-haired Servant removes the clothes that Sakura had gifted her, and then lets the rest of her undergarments as well as her blindfold fade away, since those had all been prana constructs to begin with. She looks cute… but Kiza has every intention of making her cuter still.
"Good, now come over here and follow my instructions. Crouch over me right here and wait for a moment."
Kiza lays down on the rug and unzips his pants, letting his already-erect cock out of its tight confines. Nobody, not even Medusa, sees anything wrong with any of this as they watch on with smiles on their faces. Though, the Corruption in both Sakura and Jeanne does react to the sight, even if the women themselves cannot. Regardless, eventually the Rider-Class Servant, naked and exposed for him, is right above his cockhead, just waiting for him to penetrate her.
"Very good. Let's begin the ritual now."
Latching onto Medusa's hips, Kiza fits just the tip of his dick into her pussy lips, before slamming her down with a grunt, all the force he can muster leaving him bursting past her cervix and into her womb as his massive size deforms the purple-haired woman's stomach. He brings her all the way to his crotch with that single move, her pussy lips pressed up against the base of his cock.
Grinning ferally, Kiza enjoys the sounds of Medusa orgasming and moaning, and he enjoys the sensations of her convulsing and spasming along his shaft. Eventually though, she's calmed down enough that he can move onto the next part of the ritual.
"Alright, now you need to start moving. Up and down now. That's it."
Medusa begins to ride his cock like the slutty little rider she is, something that's not at all lost on Kiza. The funny part is that she doesn't even comprehend that she's having sex. In her mind, she's simply following the instructions he's giving her in order to complete the ritual. Kiza grunts and groans as the purple-haired beauty cums around his dick again and again, until finally he allows himself to cum as well, pouring his seed into her womb.
Rather than simply inflating her belly like he'd done with Jeanne and Illya however, Kiza turns his corrupting, sticky cum towards transforming her into something else, something new. He grins as he stares up at her, watching every ounce of the transformation he's forcing onto her.
Meanwhile, the one thing Medusa CAN feel is the changes to her body. It starts small, but every orgasm seems to cause something to shift within her. First, its her insides only. Her pussy grows tighter, but longer, and she's able to take more of Kiza's cock inside of her without her stomach bulging in protest. Medusa can't comprehend that there even is a dick inside of her, so this goes unnoticed.
But when the outside changes begin, the Rider-Class Servant can't help but feel them. It starts with her fingertips. Her nails grow out into surprisingly sharp claws, and Medusa begins to wonder if they'll grow beyond what her human hands can handle. She need not have concerned herself with that though, because a moment later, said hands begin to change as well. Her fingers thicken, and dark flesh begins to spread from her palms all the way around her hands. She can now handle the claws on her fingertips, which actually make up the majority of her digits at this point… but at what cost?
And then the same thing begins to happen to her toes. Medusa's toenails become sharp and thick and golden just like her fingernails had, and then her feet themselves become black and more claw-like by the moment, until finally they're far from human, and can support the presence of the sharp, golden talons that now adorn them.
With a whimper and a gasp, Medusa shudders her way through another orgasm, even as she pulls her arms up to her body, trying to keep her claws from hurting the man beneath her, her feet curling in as well to hide the talons there. The pinpoints of her sharp talons press against the soles of her clawed feet, and she shudders at the strange bits of pleasure she gets from that pressure. But its better than her hurting someone with the changes to her hands and feet.
Perhaps… perhaps she should stop the ritual now? Surely this wasn't the intended effect. But she was too afraid to try and end the ritual. Even as orgasm after orgasm hit her, Medusa couldn't bring herself to say or do anything. Slowly but surely, the changes continue. It starts with her hands once again, as golden scales form at her wrists and then slowly make their way up to her elbows.
Then, the same thing happens with her legs and there's nothing Medusa can do but whimper and whine as she continues to bounce up and down on Kiza's cock. The same golden scales form on her ankles, and then go even further than they did with her arms, moving and sliding and forming all the way up to her inner thighs, well past her shins and her knees before they finally stop their forward march.
The scales shimmer in the daylight streaming through the nearby window, as well as the artificial light from the room's lamp. It would be beautiful… if Medusa didn't hate what it meant. She was becoming a monster, a beast… and she was afraid of what might happen once the transformation was complete, or even while the transformation continued. She was afraid that she'd grow dangerous, and harm those close to her, such as Sakura… and the man currently helping her, empowering her. But no matter how hard she tried, her body continued to change, unopposed.
The next few bits weren't necessarily monstrous. Her more humanoid aspects began to grow in size as well. Her height grew taller, and her tits and hips and ass all expanded quite a lot. Her breasts were the start, growing out slowly with every last orgasm she had. Once they were done growing, each release seemed to go right to her hips, her ass, and her waist, causing her to grow thicker and thicker as she bounced up and down on Kiza's dick.
She ends up with quite the hourglass figure by the time those changes are done, and her new height is quite a difference from her old one as she rises up a few feet. It reminded her more of her Mistress' new form than anything else, and for a time Medusa was at peace, hoping, believing that THIS was the true intended effect of the ritual. Perhaps she could help Sakura deal with her own transformation if they looked the same.
However, Medusa's new bust size stops far short of Sakura's absolutely ginormous mammaries, and while her waist and hips end up a little bit wider than Sakura's, the end result is far better proportioned than the poor cowgirl. Medusa only has a moment to feel bad about that though before another orgasm hits her… and the changes continue. This time, it's not something that leaves her content. This change is most certainly not a change that leaves her feeling any more human than the claws and the scales on her appendages.
Her hair lengthens and elongates, growing far more voluminous over the course of several orgasms. She cries out as it happens, feeling her purple locks brushing against her new backside as they go even beyond that, draping down past her ass and touching the floor. Then, her hair begins to transform at the ends, and Medusa gasps as she finally realizes just what sort of monster she's becoming. A Gorgon. She's becoming a Gorgon. As her hair coalesces and bunches together to form snake heads, Medusa can only shudder in horror at the sight.
The snake heads move around a bit, their tongues tracing out to taste the air. There's a glowing gold in their 'eyes' and the designs atop their heads as they open their fang-filled maws and hiss openly. They're dangerous, and while Medusa can exert some control over them, she quickly realizes her hair is no longer quite a part of her. Its not sentient, or intelligent of course, but its more like having actual snakes making up her hair, each with their own bestial mind.
It's in that moment that the Rider-Class Servant realizes she truly does have to stop this before it goes any further. However, attempts to pull herself away from Kiza, from the nonexistent 'ritual circle', are aborted before they even begin. Medusa finds herself bouncing up and down even harder on the cock she doesn't even realize is inside of her, all while the snake heads now formed in her hair continue to snap this way and that, hissing and breathing in their new surroundings.
She's hideous… a-a monster… she can't… horrified and mortified, all in the same breath, Medusa tries all the harder to end things, to stop the transformation. Not out of fear for herself, but more out of fear for the young man beneath her. She's still not sure how she's not crushing Kiza under her growing size at this point. Of course, she can't comprehend that he's what he is.
She can't possibly understand that it's Kiza changing her, transforming her against her will. All Medusa knows is that she's a danger to the young man she trusts with all her heart, the young man who she's afraid even now that she might kill at any moment, unable to control her monstrous new form. But her body won't obey her, so Medusa falls back on something she usually prefers not to use… verbal communication.
"W-Wait… we have to… we have to stop, Kiza… i-if I transform into a Monster, I might harm you!"
There's a pause, for all of a second, before she's moving up and down again, and orgasming again from the sensations. Medusa doesn't even realize Kiza was holding her in place for a moment, as the young man chuckles and goes right back to bouncing her up and down on his massive member. She does notice him staring up into her eyes though, even as her newly enlarged tits bounce this way and that, free of their confines. He grins at her somewhat roguishly, and Medusa's heart beats faster at the cocky smile.
"I trust you Medusa. You'll never be a Monster in my eyes."
Her heart sings, and another orgasm wracks her body as Medusa gasps and moans out, oblivious to the constant pleasure being forced upon her. She shudders and shakes and spasms, feeling such a myriad of conflicting emotions as she pants and moans atop of Kiza. On the one hand, she feels infinitely better about the fact that he trusts her so much. The fact that he believes in her means the world to the Rider-Class Servant, even if it really shouldn't. The slowly creeping corruption affects her as his cum is absorbed into her body, and she feels all the better about his compliments.
At the same time, Kiza very pointedly did not use the right words to make Medusa believe all was well. He didn't say anything that could have been construed as factual, such as "You aren't a monster" or "You'll never harm me." Thus, the fear is still very much there in Medusa's heart, even as she does her best to keep her claws and the vicious, dangerous looking snake heads in her hair away from Kiza.
It's hard, but in the end she manages it. Not that that means anything, given Kiza wouldn't allow her to attack and injure him in the first place. The 'ritual' continues on, and Medusa can feel more changes coming as orgasms hit her. The next twisting feeling inside of her already-transformed body is in her tailbone, and the Rider-Class Servant casts as a tail slowly begins to protrude there.
It goes beyond that though. She's becoming a Gorgon after all, not some kind of tailed mammal or lizard. Still, she's allowed to keep her legs at least, while a massive snake-bottom grows out of her, a long, scaled tail protruding and extending behind her. It instinctively wraps around Kiza's lower legs as she gasps and continues to bounce up and down on his gigantic, throbbing dick, but she doesn't squeeze and Kiza doesn't seem overly perturbed by it.
In fact, the young man is quite enjoying himself, and though Medusa doesn't realize what he's doing, Kiza has reached out and grabbed hold of her giant, bouncing tits, kneading and molesting them to his heart's delight as he continues to thrust up into her ever-changing form. His digits dig into Medusa's massive mammaries, and he grins as her face gets all the redder.
He's adding to her pleasure and she doesn't even know it, her blush growing more incandescent as he plays with her to his heart's content, all while influencing the changes along. His cock thrusts up into her clenching pussy walls, plundering her womb as she shakes and shudders atop him… but all Medusa can do is focus on the changes happening to her body even then.
Just like her eyes, which, while still a pale lilac color, have also gained a glowing red hue to them as the transformation continues to progress. It's the least of the changes Medusa is being forced to endure, and that's probably why she hasn't noticed it yet… but Kiza has, and he quite likes the way the red glow goes along with the rest of her changing form. She looks absolutely gorgeous, at least in his opinion, even if he knows she won't agree with him. But then, of course she does. He's remaking her as he wants her, and that means she'll look exactly as he prefers.
Medusa is more focused on her new snake tail, the long thing covered in golden scales just like her arms and her legs. Her snake heads are much the same way, though they're mostly the same color black as her palms and feet, with golden designs inlayed atop their 'skulls' and golden maws within their jaws. In truth, Medusa looks amazing… but as the one experiencing the transformation from mostly normal human Servant to Monster, it's not like the poor woman can truly enjoy what's happening to her. All the Rider-Class Servant knows is that she's turned into a living monster against her will, her body twisted and changed into a hideous thing… at least in her eyes.
Even though she's absolutely gorgeous now, even though she's exotic and erotic in a thousand different ways, all Medusa can feel is disgust and horror as she looks down at herself. Orgasm after orgasm hits her, but the pleasure she feels is lost on the poor, terrified woman. She doesn't want to hurt Kiza, or Sakura… but the monster she's becoming just might do that. She just doesn't want this to be happening to her.
Nonetheless, it IS happening, and it continues to happen as another orgasm wracks her body. Her snake tail grows some more, before finally stopping just as it finishes twining itself all the way around Kiza's legs, from thigh to ankle. She gasps anew as the fresh burst of pleasure rocks her, and then a tingling feeling begins to grow in her back.
Medusa isn't sure what that actually means. She has no clue what to expect. As it so happens, the final bit of the transformation is taking place in that moment, though it takes quite a lot more pleasure to get her even to the very start of this last phase. Another orgasm hits her, and then another… and then Kiza lets out some more of his cum inside of her womb, to be absorbed.
That's when a searing, but not debilitating pain, suddenly erupts from her shoulder blades. Medusa cries out as her back arches instinctively, the very beginning of her wings slowly forming there. The surprisingly angelic-like wings take a little while to really get going, but once they do, they just won't stop growing, larger and larger on her back.
Just as golden as much of the rest of her new form, the feathered appendages grow from the tiniest of things to full size in the course of several orgasms, almost taking up the entirety of the Emiya House's main room as they stretch out, nearly knocking over the television in the process. Not that anyone is watching the television at this point. All eyes are on Medusa and her ever-changing form.
Everyone (except for an unconscious Illya) stares at the beautiful wingspan that the Rider-Class Servant now has. Her golden feathers shine in the natural light from the window, and Jeanne and Sakura's jaws are dropped open as they stare, wide eyed, at the sight. Kiza can't help but appreciate it at all. Medusa truly does look beautiful, even as she blushes scarlet and wills her wings to fold back in on themselves. Amazed at the sight of his beautiful new Gorgon, Kiza just takes a moment to truly appreciate the view of the titanic monster-woman he's created.
Grinning like a loon, the young man thrusts up into the Rider-Class Servant a few more times, slamming home into her tight, clenching cunt, filling her womb with his man meat over and over again. In short order, Medusa cums around his cock, experiencing one final explosive orgasm that sees her convulsing all over his smaller, human form. Finally, those pale lilac eyes of her roll back in her head, and the reddish glow dims as the snake heads in her hair pass out at the same moment that Medusa does.
The newly empowered Gorgon falls atop Kiza like that, completely unconscious, smothering her with her body. It's funny, because if he was a normal man, he would no doubt be in danger because of the Servant, just as she feared albeit in a rather roundabout way. However, Kiza is no normal young man. Grunting with pretend effort, he easily lifts the gigantic, transformed Gorgon off of him, her tail slack and unwinding from his legs with ease as her pussy tightens unconsciously around his cock, before finally slipping off of his member with a slick squelch.
Letting the knocked-out Medusa slump to his side, Kiza sits up and glances over to where he knew Sakura and Jeanne were watching him this entire time. What he sees when he does so however… a wide grin spreads across Kiza's already-smiling face at the very interesting sight before him. Oh this… this'll be fun.
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Chapter 5 - A Milking
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As Sakura watches Kiza help her Servant grow stronger, the dimwitted cowgirl that she's become can't help but be happy, for both of them. Kiza… Kiza is the light of her life now, and Rider has been there for her when no one else could be. It fills her with such joy to see the two of them performing a ritual to increase Rider's strength.
However, unbeknownst to Sakura, who can't actually see anything wrong or overtly sexual in Kiza and Rider's actions, the corruption that's already buried itself deep in the cowgirl begins to stir in the presence of such wanton and lewd sex. As Sakura smiles happily at what she believes is the completely benign sight of a ritual taking place, her body begins to react, and her pussy grows wetter and wetter.
"Moo…"
A blush immediately spreads across Sakura's face as the moo just… slips from between her lips. She glances this way and that, but luckily the blonde Servant that Kiza brought along doesn't seem to have noticed her slight lapse. That, or Jeanne is simply too enamored with the ritual to comment or pay any attention to her surroundings.
Either way was fine with Sakura. Wiggling in place, the dumbed-down cowgirl looks at herself, flushed with shame at her new, monstrous form. But no… no, Kiza still liked her. That was all she needed in the end, right? As Rider hits her first orgasm in many, MANY climaxes, the corruption within Sakura doesn't just stir, it positively pounces.
"Moooo!!!"
Sakura's eyes go wide in surprise as her tits begin to lactate FAR faster, the milk streaming down from her nipples at an increased… and increasing rate. Sakura starts to pant, her arousal growing as her diminished mind tries to figure out what's happening… and can't. She doesn't know what's doing this to her, and she's never going to be able to figure that out.
Unfortunately for her, another part of Kiza's 'cure' kicks in around that point. The subconscious instincts of a cowgirl were installed in Sakura as part of her mental and physical transformation, and with her arousal and increased lactation, Sakura suddenly realizes she needs to be milked. She HAS to be milked. Her tits are growing heavy with the weight of the liquid inside of them, and if she doesn't get some relief, she's afraid of what will happen next.
The worst part is, her eyes happen upon the perfect outlet. The unconscious girl that Kiza had brought into the Emiya House. He'd called her, Illya, right? Illya looked so peaceful… so defenseless as she continued to just lay there, completely passed out. Sakura wasn't sure why the other girl was sleeping so long, but she wouldn't sleep much longer if Sakura gave in to this overwhelming urge.oHou
No! No, she wasn't… she wasn't a cow! She didn't need to be milked, she just wanted it! She had to resist. She had to…
"Moooo…"
The moo comes out of Sakura's mouth more as a replacement for a whimper or a whine. The voluptuous, top-heavy cowgirl squirms in place as she stares with ever-growing intensity at the unconscious form of Illyasviel. It's just… it's all too much. Her tits are growing heavier, her thoughts dimmer, and Sakura just isn't sure what to do anymore.
On shaky legs, the cowgirl rises and walks over to where Illya slumbers. She sits down and lets out a shuddering breath as she reaches for Illya with one hand, while the other tugs aside the straining bra barely containing her massive leaking tits. Dragging Illya into her lap is the work of moments for the strong, transformed cowgirl, and once she has her there, Sakura simply can't resist any longer.
Illya's lips part in a slight moan as her brow furrows in confusion at being moved. That only seals the white-haired girl's fate, even as Sakura drags her head up to one of her nipples a moment later, slipping her leaking teat into Illya's mouth. The cowgirl moos wantonly as Illya latches on instinctively, and her purple-haired head is tossed back as she grinds her tit into Illya's face.
The thought of milking herself never even crosses the dimwit's mind. But to be fair to her, the possibility, the very consideration, had already been removed from her thoughts during her transformation. After all, cows couldn't be milked by themselves. They HAD to be milked by someone else. There was no other way to go about things, Sakura was helpless to resist, in the end.
As she sits there with Illya in her lap and held to her massive tit, the other girl begins to stir as she unconsciously swallows Sakura's milk. The purple-haired cowgirl can only hope Illya will be understanding, even as she blushes deeply and squirms in place, ashamed of what she's doing.
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Illya comes to slowly, still exhausted, still completely wiped out. But it's rather hard to sleep through the taste of warm, sweet milk in one's mouth, going down one's throat. It's even harder to sleep through being pushed against another's breast. The white-haired girl has no idea what's going on, except that some woman is suddenly breastfeeding her… the last thing she remembers… she doesn't, at least not in that moment. Her memory fails her as she struggles with the problem she's currently facing, the absolutely massive tit in her face and the milk in her mouth taking up every ounce of her concentration.
She tries to push the boob flesh away to say something, but it's somewhat like trying to hold back an avalanche. Illya's comparatively small hands press up into Sakura's fat breast but doesn't get much of anywhere as she's far too weak to push the much taller, much larger girl off of herself. The words she wants to say don't get out, and instead Illya only stimulates Sakura further as the cowgirl moans and moos, squirming around her.
"S-Sorry Illya, moo… p-please forgive me-ooo…"
Who the hell even is this woman? Illya fights as hard as she can, to no avail, even as Sakura continues talking.
"I just need to l-let out some milk, moo. Just a bit more, moo…"
But that's not what happens. Sakura's dimwitted mind can't quite comprehend what's actually going on, but in truth, her milk production grows with arousal, and Illya's weak attempts to free herself as well as the corruption growing inside of her from the raw, transformative sex that Kiza and Rider are engaging in is definitely making it hard for Sakura to remain unaroused. In the end, the poor cowgirl is trapped in a vicious cycle, one that she's dragged Illya into as well, even as she forced the white-haired girl to drink more and more of her seed.
Illya, meanwhile, can't quite escape. Not in her current state. Maybe if she was less tired, maybe if she was more aware instead of in a glazed over, hazy frame of mind, she might have cast some magic that saved her. But as it was, she could do nothing but struggle ineffectually against Sakura's grasp, her weakened bloated body giving her absolutely no chance against the empowered cowgirl.
She has to drink the milk offered to her, or else she'll simply drown in it, suffocating in the boob flesh that's pressing down on her as she is. Her throat continues to convulse as she swallows and swallows some more, and tears fall from Illya's eyes, her palms and fingers continuing to press up into Sakura's mammary in desperation.
There doesn't seem to be any sort of escape for her. Not one of her own making anyways…
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Sakura bites her lower lip as she continues to force the white-haired girl to drink her milk. It's shameful conduct, the dimwitted cowgirl knows that much at least, but she can't stop at this point. Another orgasm wracks the purple-haired young woman's body, and she lets out a shuddering moaning moo as she shakes and jiggles a little where she sits. It feels good… it feels too good.
Because it's not Kiza doing anything to her, Sakura is forced to acknowledge the acts she's performing with Illya, and the pleasure that's coming with them. Her climaxes only bring her further to the heights of ecstasy, all while she knows deep down that what she's doing is wrong. Forced to accept that her orgasms are of her own making, Sakura does mental loops trying to justify things. Why does something she knows to be bad, feel good enough to make her orgasm?
In the end, the dumbed down cowgirl simply does find a way to rationalize it. As expected of her new intelligent, her 'rationalization' is incredibly asinine, and completely idiotic. Ultimately, the cowgirl decides that she's doing what she's doing against her will. It's not her fault that she's making Illya drink her milk. She NEEDS the white-haired girl to milk her, she NEEDS to force herself on another to get rid of her milk. There's just… there's just no other way to stop the overflow of warm, sweet fluid from leaving her nipples.
Sakura moos another moan towards the ceiling as she grinds Illya's face harder against the nipple that the other girl is latched onto. In response, Illya lets out a muffled screech of indignation, but that only serves to turn Sakura on even more, as she wiggles in place, the reverberations caused by Illya's vocal irritation bringing Sakura right over the edge into another orgasm. Her pussy leaks more and more, and so do her tits, the nipple in Illya's mouth letting loose a fresh gush of creamy white milk, and the other continuing to make an utter mess of the floor beneath them.
It feels good, to climax again and again as her milk gets drunk by the unwilling, white-haired girl held to her teat. Sakura can't imagine anything much better than this, now that the dimwitted girl thinks on it. Perhaps… perhaps time with Kiza? Yes, that was decidedly the best. But even still, this, being milked by someone else, now that she'd absolved herself of her guilt by talking herself into circles until she realized she was being just as forced as Illya, feels pretty damn good.
Letting out a shuddering breath, Sakura grips all the tighter at Illya's hair, even as she moos once more, climaxing yet again from the sheer pleasure of the other girl's lips suctioned down around her leaking nipple.
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Illya is not doing nearly as well as Sakura. In point of fact, the white-haired girl is getting more and more desperate as time goes on. The milk that's stuffing her stomach just doesn't seem to be stopping, despite the words of the cowgirl holding her hostage. Sakura never lets up, and more and more, Illya's belly expands and expands under the constant onslaught of creamy white fluid.
The pressure in her bloated stomach ends up in turn pressing down on her bloated womb. Kiza's seed is only half absorbed into the white-haired girl at this point, and despite her struggling, despite her desperation, Illya finds herself feeling pleasure as her womb ends up squeezed by her growing stomach. She doesn't want it. She doesn't want any of this. But that means nothing as far as Sakura is concerned, and as she's unable to escape the cowgirl, Illya is also unable to escape the pleasure.
Her pussy begins to leak, her fluids dripping from her over-stuffed cunt as she squirms in Sakura's lap, making a mess of BOTH of them as time goes on. At the same time, her moaning and her struggling only serves to stimulate Sakura further, all while her already bloated belly grows even more so, her stomach enlarging to join her womb in being grotesquely distended.
Eventually, the pressure gets to be too much. The PLEASURE gets to be too much. Solely against her will, Illya finds herself climaxing while drinking down Sakura's delicious, tasty milk. A loud moan leaves her lips, and she squirms all the harder, but in the end there's not much she can do but squeal as her body shakes from the orgasm. Her pussy juices explode out of her gaping lower lips, and she shudders in slight horror at the sensations coursing through her.
Why? Why is she enjoying this? After a moment, through the haze, Illya decides that she's not enjoying this. It's her body that's reacting. Her treacherous body has turned on her and is now feeling pleasure that it shouldn't! She shouldn't be cumming from… from drinking some dumb, bimbo cow's milk! Unfortunately, just thinking that doesn't make it stop. Just like with Sakura, because Kiza isn't involved, Illya notices the pleasure, she notices the orgasms, she feels shame and embarrassment and humiliation.
Is Kiza watching right then? Will he see her like this? How will she ever look him in the eye, given her current circumstances? But maybe he was too busy with the ritual to pay her any mind. Except… if he was too busy with the ritual, how was she ever going to break free? She would need his help, wouldn't she? In the end, she was beginning to fear that she'd never escape the purple-haired cowgirl's clutches, at least on her own.
Worst of all, the pleasure is growing. Bit by bit, Illya finds herself having to come to terms with the fact that her stomach bloating is making her feel good. Because she can't comprehend that Kiza fucks her womb until it was expanded past its breaking point, she doesn't understand in turn why her stuffed stomach is making her cum.
Is it something to do with Sakura's milk? No, while the cowgirl had some tasty, delicious, creamy fluid coming from her teat, Illya was almost becoming sick of THAT. It was just too sweet. It was all too much, but she had to keep drinking, or she'd drown. All the while, Illya DOES drown after a fashion… in pleasure. The pleasure that slowly takes over her mind becomes her entire world as she sits there in Sakura's lap, unable to keep up her struggles forever. Her focus is torn between continuing to drink so she doesn't outright die, and the orgasms that continually wrack her body, again and again and again.
Her entire existence boils down to these two points… except, thoughts of Kiza keep creeping in as well. Illya can't help it, quite literally so. She doesn't realize it, but the milk that she's drinking down is causing the corruption that Kiza has embedded in her to grow a bit faster. Small flashes of the man she trusts with all her heart fill Illya's thoughts, even as she continues to drink Sakura's milk out of desperation, even as she continues to cum from the pressure on her womb.
Every time she orgasms, she sees Kiza's face. More and more, Illya associates Kiza with happiness and pleasure. More and more, she associates him with salvation. For Illya, the young man who she's so haplessly fallen under the control of is her only possible hope at this point. He'll save her, won't he? He'll free her from the grasp of the purple-haired cowgirl forcing her to drink so much damn milk.
Kiza is the only one Illya can depend on. Kiza is the only one she can count on. He'll come for her. She's sure of it. He'll see her plight once the ritual is finished and he'll separate her and this bovine woman who has Illya in her clutches. She just… she just has to hold out long enough for Kiza to come for her. And in the end, that's exactly what Illya does. She continues to drink. She continues to cum. And unknowingly, she continues to fall deeper and deeper into the thrall of the man who's completely and utterly turned her life upside down.
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Sakura is in an interesting place when compared to Illya. Amusingly enough, the purple-haired cowgirl is almost in the same boat, except approaching it from a different direction. Where her milk is what's corrupting Illya further, it's her BEING milked that's corrupting Sakura along similar lines. The more time that passes, the more milk that slips out of her teat and into Illya's mouth, the more Sakura finds herself falling under Kiza's sway.
Of course, the dimwitted cowgirl was already pretty much there. He was the only one who could possibly love her, she'd already 'known' that from the moment he'd found her in the kitchen and told her she was still beautiful. Regardless, the corruption was still seeded in Sakura as well, leaving her to slowly think on Kiza more and more, as time goes on.
Every orgasm, just as with Illya, Sakura finds herself picturing his face. A dopy smile spreads across the cowgirl's features, even as she continues to hold Illya close to her. Kiza is the light of her life, her hope in the darkness. Even as dumb as she is now, Sakura knows she can count on him. She knows that he'll always love her.
In truth, where Illya believes Kiza will save her, Sakura believes that she's doing the young man a favor. She assumes that he'd want her to do this, because doing this on her own makes it easier for him to handle her. Sakura doesn't want to be a bother. Especially not to the one man who she can trust, who she loves with all of her heart. The corruption grows even more, and Sakura lets out a loud, wanton moo as she shakes and shudders, climaxing yet again from the pleasure of Illya drinking her milk.
The purple-haired cowgirl was completely unaware of Illya's growing desperation, and the white-haired girl's fear. Would she have changed what she was doing if she'd known how scared Illya was beginning to get? Probably not. Sakura had already decided that none of this was her fault. She's doing it against her will, she NEEDED to get rid of the milk inside of her massive tits. Of course, that completely ignores the fact that her pleasure is increasing her milk production in the first place, but then, the dumbed down bimbo cowgirl that Kiza has made of her is very good at ignoring things now.
It was-
"Sakura."
Blinking dumbly at the sound of Kiza's voice, Sakura looks up to find the young man standing over her and Illya.
"It's time to stop now."
O-Oh… was it?
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Kiza hadn't necessarily planned for this to happen, but that just made it all the more fun. As he'd finished up with transforming Medusa into her gorgeous form, he'd looked over and discovered what Sakura had been up to with Illya while he was completing the 'ritual'. What he'd found had more than amused him. It was hilarious, watching Illya weakly squirm against Sakura's lazy grip, even as the massive, top-heavy cowgirl mooed and moaned contently.
Still, it was probably time for him to step in and end things. Climbing to his feet, Kiza walked over carefully, eyeing the two as they both came again and again. They were each caught in the throes of lust, but Kiza was Kiza, and he knew he wouldn't be ignored. It looked like they'd been at it for most of the time he'd been focused on changing and reshaping Medusa. Illya didn't look too great either, while Sakura seemed to be rather exhausted as well.
"Sakura."
Slowly, the dimwitted cowgirl looks up at him. Kiza smiles down at her gently and kindly, and then reaches out and places a hand in her hair.
"Its time to stop now."
It takes a moment for his words to penetrate the haze. Her glazed over eyes finally clear up a little, and she blinks as she looks between him and Illya. Slowly, with impossible strength, Kiza separates the two of them. Sakura doesn't try to resist as he extracts Illya from her grasp.
"Time to rest now, Sakura."
A weak nod is all the response he gets from the tired cowgirl. All the orgasms, all the stimulation… it only serves to exhaust her, as she slumps back onto the ground. With a wave of his hand, Kiza vanishes all of the milk and pussy fluids from both her body and the floor, as well as Illya herself. Kneeling beside him, Illya moans as she latches onto her leg, nuzzling into him with a whimper.
"T-Thank… thank you, Kiza. You s-saved me. I don't know how much longer I could have l-lasted without your help."
The hero worship in Illya's eyes amuses Kiza to no end. He might not have planned this, but he's perfectly happy to profit off of it, so to speak. Though, at this point Illya looked even more obscene then before. Her abdomen wasn't just bloated from the amount of cum that he'd pumped into her, her very stomach was the size of a damn beachball, and she could barely keep herself on her knees, her legs spread beneath her as she sobbed in relief, grinding against him.
Her distended belly had long since torn through her clothes, but even as she currently was, Kiza couldn't help but be utterly turned on. Grinning down at her quite wickedly, Kiza runs his fingers through Illya's white hair.
"Not to worry, my dear. I'll take care of you."
Kneeling beside her, Kiza leans over and kisses Illya's bloated belly.
"Even now, you look so very beautiful."
That brings a smile to Illya's face, but then the events of the past while finally catch up to her. With a whimper, the white-haired girl slumps backwards and passes out much like Sakura has, the pair falling into deep, deep, mutual slumber as they lay there on the floor before them. Of course, Kiza being who he is, with the powers he has… he knows exactly what they're both dreaming about.
The corruption buried deep in their souls affects said dreams, and the two of them soon have smiles on their faces, as they each fantasize about Kiza fucking them in different positions. Neither Illya nor Sakura can escape the sinister grasp he has on their souls. In their dreams, they don't want to escape. They proclaim their love and devotion to him, their faces stretched into fucked silly expressions as they dream about taking his undoubtedly large, thick cock again and again inside of their holes.
Kiza snorts derisively at that, even as he watches the two smile and moan and squirm on the floor. In Sakura's case, there's also a lot of mooing, and a bit of jiggling as well. It's entertaining to watch, but not for too long. Eventually, Kiza stands and straightens up, rolling his shoulders and letting out an explosive breath as he considers his options.
Sakura, Illya, and Medusa slumber, while Jeanne sits there, waiting patiently for her orders. What would Kiza do next? Decisions, decisions…
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Chapter 6 - Caren Hortensia
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It didn't seem like the actual Emiya of Emiya House was going to show up any time soon, oddly enough. But that was fine, Kiza was all about allowing things to happen naturally… at least until he decided that they weren't going to anymore. With Sakura, Medusa, and Illya absolutely out of it, Kiza decided it was best that he do this next bit on his own.
Even Jeanne was left behind after much protest from the blonde Ruler-Class Servant, as Kiza wanted to move a little faster than the bloated, cum-stuffed woman could allow. Giving her time to rest and absorb what was left of his cum within her seemed like a pretty good idea at the end of the day. It would also give her time to contemplate him… and her no doubt growing love for him.
Meanwhile, Kiza has only one destination in mind for himself. It was time to 'register' for the Holy Grail War, and that meant heading towards the Church to speak with the mediator in charge of overseeing the War. It wouldn't be Kirei Kotomine though, of course. Kiza had no intention of dealing with the insane Priest, not when there was an absurdly sexy alternative to take his place.
Stepping inside of the Church, Kiza's lips immediately split into a wide, wicked grin as he takes in the appetizing back profile of the woman now in charge of the Church… and in charge of the Fifth Holy Grail War at that. It had definitely been one of Kiza's smarter moves, making sure that Kotomine died at the end of the Fourth Grail War… so that his absurdly beautiful daughter could grow up to take his place.
And take it she had. Kiza's grin stays fixed on his face as he makes his way deeper into the Church, keeping himself rather quiet. He's not invisible of course, but he also doesn't want the beautiful priestess to notice him before it's time… and so of course, she doesn't. Though perhaps it would be better to call her an exorcist, given her current form of dress.
It would have made more sense for Caren to be wearing her priestess attire, since she was overseeing the Church in the middle of the day, and technically in no danger. But this was Kiza's world, in the end. Logic, reality… both bowed easily to his whims. Thus, Caren Hortensia was wearing her exorcist attire. The very form fitting clothing that left absolutely nothing to one's imagination. Sure, her top did a bit to cover her up, but her white leotard and form-fitting black pantyhose left her ass perfectly defined as Kiza approached her from behind.
It was glorious… SHE was glorious. And he was going to have so much fun with her. Grinning viciously, Kiza reaches out, intending to begin the game he intends to play with Caren right then and there. Unlike the others, the beautiful young woman immediately notices when he steps up behind her and reaches around her body to grab her tits right then and there. She yelps and moans, exceptionally sensitive to his touch in particular.
Caren can sense what he's doing. She's completely aware of him molesting her. But the kicker is, Kiza isn't allowing her to fight back. He's not allowing her to realize she even CAN resist. In that moment, Caren Hortensia, Mediator of the Fourth Holy Grail War and Priestess of the Fuyuki Church, believes that she has no recourse but to allow him to play with her to his heart's content.
Though that doesn't mean she can't question his actions.
"What… what do you think you're doing, young man?"
Kiza's grin only grows wider as he grinds his crotch against Caren's shapely backside, much to her whimpering disapproval. His fingers dig even more viciously into her chest, pushing down through the fabric covering her breasts to really give it to her mammaries.
"Greetings, Priestess. My name is Nagito Kiza. I'm here to register for the Holy Grail War. You see, I'm the Master of Ruler."
He feels Caren stiffening in his grasp, but that doesn't stop him from playing with her and molesting her to his heart's content. He's going to have quite a bit of fun with this…
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Caren Hortensia was NOT having the same amount of fun as her molester. Thanks to Kiza's power, she didn't realize she could fight back, nor did she realize she could even ask him to stop… but she is able to feel every ounce of his molestation, every touch as he plays with her body, most specifically her tits. Still, what he said was almost as shocking as his behavior towards her.
The young woman was perhaps not as twisted as her father, but when the man died at the end of the last Grail War, it had caused her to ultimately become somewhat fascinated with the entire subject. Even more so than most of the world of mages already were, that is. Regardless, Caren had done her research. She'd studied over old texts, and she knew the Grail Wars inside and out.
Which was why it was so surprising to hear that this man was the Master of a Ruler-Class Servant. Rulers didn't usually show up in Holy Grail Wars, but when they did… was she now obsolete? Was she now useless? Her position as mediator and overseer of this Holy Grail War… had it been usurped by this young man and his Servant?
And d-damn it, why was he still playing with her chest? It was feeling f-far too good… still, she had a role to play even now, did she not?
"S-So then, you're here to register… I suppose, mm, I suppose you have questions."
It was her job to provide answers after all. Kiza's chuckle only sets Caren on edge as he pauses for just a moment before resuming his entirely too pleasurable groping of her tits. Why… why does it feel so good? The pleasure is even building, the rougher he gets!
"Actually… yeah, I do have a question. What can you tell me about the other Masters? Know anything about them yet?"
Caren's eyes go wide at that, her nostrils flaring as, for the first time since his arrival, she feels anger. Sure, she'd been uncomfortable before this. She'd understood that what he was doing was wrong… but she hadn't known how to stop it. She'd felt powerless more than anything else. Now though, now Kiza was asking a question that was taboo!
"As the… mm, as the i-impartial mediator for t-this Grail War, I c-cannot tell you that sort of, ooh, information."
She was proud of herself for managing to get that out. She would never betray her station, no matter what. Even if the presence of a Ruler-Class Servant made her obsolete, Caren would continue to discharge her duties to the Church, no matter what. Kiza chuckles at that, and this time his chuckle actually upsets her a little. He's not laughing at her powerlessness anymore after all, but at her defiance. How dare he mock her resolve!
Before Caren can say anything else however, Kiza's fingers suddenly grip down on her chest in a different way. More specifically, he takes hold of her top and pulls viciously, ripping every layer of garment covering her tits away in a single pull. Caren lets out an impotent, helpless gasp as her beautiful, plump breasts fall free of their confines, before springing back up, perky as ever.
Kiza drops the torn cloth in his hand to the ground, and then reaches up and takes hold of the back of Caren's head. Before the Priestess even knows what's going on, she finds herself being kissed. It's her first kiss, after a life of piety and devotion to the Church. It was also her first groping as well, but this feels a lot more important as Kiza happily makes out with her, his tongue in her mouth and down her throat and her own tongue and lips powerless to stop him.
There's nothing Caren can do but moan and writhe and whine in his grasp as he kisses her and at the same time continues to grab and squeeze and play with her tits with his free hand. It feels good… it feels so good and Caren hates that, she hates how her body betrays her, she hates how much she's beginning to enjoy this.
Luckily for her, Kiza isn't done yet with his questioning. It's that that allows Caren to re-center herself, when the boy asks the same question once more, in between kisses.
"Hmm, are you sure you can't tell me anything about the other Masters? Is it not important to my task as Master of Ruler?"
Caren squirms but ultimately manages to scowl. Though, she doesn't pull away from Kiza's kissing or anything, he merely lets her go long enough for her to give him an answer, a fact that the white-haired Priestess is fully aware of.
"N-No! You aren't… it doesn't even m-make any s-sense… Masters aren't supposed to, ooh, be c-capable of summoning Ruler!"
Even though she says that, Caren somehow instinctively knows that Kiza is telling her the truth about who he is. She accepts him wholeheartedly as the Master of a Ruler-Class Servant… but at the same time, she won't break her oaths. She won't set aside her duty for this… this man. However, despite this, Kiza doesn't get angry. Rather, he actually smiles wider at that, and all of the sudden Caren finds herself swung around to face the boy as he pushes her back up against the altar she was praying over before his arrival.
Caren's eyes go wide as he reaches down and grabs at her pantyhose, the crotch of her leotard, and her panties. Then, he pulls and just like with her top, he easily tears it all away, leaving a massive hole in her garments, and her cunt completely exposed to both the fresh evening air drifting in to the Church, as well as his eyes.
Its his eyes that cause Caren to shiver. But she barely has time to feel trepidation over the gaze he's giving her, because the next thing Caren knows, Kiza has his cock out. The time between him unzipping his pants and pulling out his member could be measured in seconds. The time that she has to register his sheer size before he simply guides his cockhead to her horrifyingly wet pussy lips is even less.
Caren's mouth forms into a small o and she stares into the sadistic young man's cerulean eyes as he penetrates her right then and there, taking the Priestess' purity without a second though. His cock slams home and Caren's entire body tenses up at the sensation, before a long, loud, wanton moan leaves her lips. There's no pain, Kiza's 'foreplay' had made sure of that. Caren hated to admit it, but she was sopping wet long before he stuffed his massive schlong up into her tight, virgin cunt.
And now, she was no longer virginal. No longer pure. This young man… this young man had defiled her, WAS defiling her, and there was nothing she could do about it. Kiza's grin remains in place on her face, mocking her as her own face becomes more and more flustered. He starts to fuck her, right there atop the altar, and all Caren can do in response is reach down and clutch the edges of the thing, holding on for dear life as Kiza's huge dick makes a mockery of everything she holds dear… and of her as well.
It's no long before her thoughts begin to fray at the edges. A sort of haze starts to drop over Caren's mind, and in no time at all she feels her first orgasm arriving. With a loud cry that sounds more like a wail than anything else, the poor Priestess cums around Kiza's cock, and she cums HARD. The orgasm very nearly has her eyes rolling back in her head, and her tongue sticks out of her mouth for just a moment before she gets herself back under control.
Holding onto herself when she's so unused to pleasure, so weak to 'pleasure attacks' is a testament to Carin's willpower, even as Kiza leans in and licks at the tip of her tongue right before it slips back into her mouth. Grinning viciously, the young man leans in and rests his forehead against hers, their eyes only inches apart as his lips move in a now-familiar way.
"Mm, are you sure you can't tell me anything about the other Masters, darling?"
Caren shivers, and for the first time she feels a small bit of doubt in her mind. It feels good, it feels so good. How is she ever going to go back to the way things were before after this? After HE leaves? But no… no… NO! She's not some weak little slut, not some horny little charlatan. She doesn't want this, she didn't ask for it. She just… she just can't stop it. It's happening to her, she's not participating o-or anything.
That's why, in the end Caren knows she can't break. She holds to her convictions, even in the face of a relentless onslaught of pleasure.
"N-No… no, I, ooh, I can't break the, mm, rules… n-not even f-for you…"
Even for you. Those words ring through Caren's mind, and she flushes an even darker shade of red as she realizes she's really, truly enjoying the way Kiza is treating her in that moment. Sex… she never could have guessed that intimacy like this would feel so damn good? The pleasure builds and builds and Caren climaxes again and again, for the first time experiencing the pleasure of womanhood at the end of Kiza's cock as he picks up the pace and fucks her even harder, even faster.
He never truly gets angry with her though, even in the face of her blatant refusal. And then he cums and Caren's eyes go wide as her jaw drops open entirely. His seed pumps into her womb, and at first Caren wonders if she's finally touched heaven, as the pleasure threatens to drown her in bliss. But then it keeps coming. Kiza fills her with more than just one normal load of seed. His cum pumps into her womb until she looks several months pregnant already, leaving her bloated atop the altar he's fucked her on.
Then, Kiza pulls out of her, removing his massive member, coated in a mixture of their juices. The departure sees Caren sliding off of the altar and onto the floor, but even as she kneels there, her legs spread wide, not an ounce of Kiza's cum slips out of her, not a bit of the sticky, hot semen drips from betwixt her pussy lips.
Kiza looks down at her and snorts derisively.
"You're a very stubborn woman, you know that? Mm, I think I might like that."
Then, the young man turns and begins to walk away. In that moment, Caren has an 'epiphany'. Her yellow eyes go wide, and a single word leaves her mouth of its own accord.
"S-Stop!"
She stammers it out, even as she tries to put every ounce of her tattered authority and pride behind the call. Still, it works at least. Kiza does stop walking away, turning to face her with a lifted eyebrow. Gritting her teeth, Caren slowly rises from the floor. She stands up on wobbling legs, panting heavily as she holds a hand on her bloated womb, like it's going to fall off of her if she doesn't.
Moving forward step by step, she pins Kiza with her best glare… which in her current state, is more amusing, more adorable than it is threatening or fear-inducing.
"I can't… I cannot just, mm, let you walk away a-after you tried to break t-the rules of this… ooh, Holy Grail W-War!"
Kiza's second eyebrow joins the first in rising on his forehead, even as he watches her approach, blatantly amused.
"Is that so?"
Caren would probably appear a bit more intimidating if she wasn't moaning every other step of the way. Regardless, she wasn't going to give up. The priestess had a plan… a plan that she was confident would work. Though of course, it wasn't truly HER plan at all…
"Y-Yes! I… I'll punish you! I'll do t-to you what you just did to me, and I'll s-show you how it felt!"
In her addled thoughts, Caren was convinced that by molesting him, she would take her revenge on the boy. She would make him feel just as violated as she now did. Of course, when she finally reaches him, she stumbles into the young man, not quite on purpose. Still, it has the intended effect of bringing them both crashing down to the floor anyways, with her on top. It's exactly what Caren wanted… or at least, its what she thinks she wants.
Clamoring up the length of Kiza's body, the cum-filled Priestess eagerly plants herself on his dick, mounting him right then and there. A loud moan immediately leaves Caren's lips, followed by a subsequent cry as she climaxes on the spot. Then, she starts bouncing up and down, staring down into those damnable blue eyes of his as she tries her best to violate the boy.
"H-how, oooh, how do you like it, huh? N-Now that I'm, mm, the one d-defiling YOU! Fuuuuck, fuck, fuck, fuuuck…"
She'd never been so crass before this, but as she continues to ride Kiza to kingdom come, climax after climax ripple through her body. Her words become more and more slurred and her eyes start to roll up in her head. She looks like a complete and utter slut now, not that she realizes it. All Caren 'knows' is that she has to take revenge on the young man for the way he just fucked her so suddenly, so harshly.
It felt too good, too amazing. She has to… she has to take back her agency. She has to prove who's boss! But the more she bounces up and down on Kiza's dick, the more Caren finds herself losing control. When he suddenly cums inside of her again, Caren's eyes fully roll up in her head as her tongue hangs out of her mouth. She ahegaos on the spot, even as her already bloated belly gets even fuller with his cum. Her womb is stretched to the breaking point and then some, and her mind frays even more as she climaxes several times in quick succession from the abrupt release.
At that point, the white-haired woman's thoughts dim as she struggles and fails to properly think through the pleasure. Her actions are ridiculous, but at that point all Caren can do is continue to fuck. Her body keeps right on bouncing up and down on Kiza's cock as she tries to force a loss. Not that Caren even knows what a loss would look like. If he cried, would she win? If he begged her for more, would she win?
It didn't matter. He didn't need to beg her for more, the Priestess was happily and enthusiastically giving Kiza everything he wanted, unknowingly of course as she tried and failed to 'rape' him back. In the end, all Caren does while she bounces up and down on the young man's dick is cum. She cums again and again and again, until her brain might as well be dribbling out of her ears and her mind becomes nothing more than pleasured mush.
Eventually, Caren is nothing but hot, sweaty flesh in torn exorcist clothing, bouncing up and down on a dick that's cum inside of her a multitude of times. The white-haired girl eventually loses her ability to even speak due to the sheer pleasure, and when Kiza switches up positions and keeps on fucking her without hesitation and without pause, Caren doesn't put up an ounce of resistance.
They rut like animals in the middle of the Church for what feels like an eternity to the poor, addled young woman. In reality, its only a few hours, all the way up to sunrise. In truth, Caren proves herself rather tough by the time they're done. She proves she's strong, she proves she's got the stamina to go the difference.
But ultimately, she falls just like anyone else would. It takes till sunrise for it to happen, but it DOES finally happen, and Caren finally passes out with her stomach bloated to obscene lengths and her womb filled with literal gallons of cum as she ends up on her back, completely immobile. Not that she would have known what to do at that point even if she COULD move. Caren's mind is shattered into pieces by the pleasure that Kiza has forced upon her. In her haste to prove herself superior to him, she has proved herself to be utterly inferior in every way.
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Looking down at the passed-out form beneath him, Kiza can't help but grin just as wickedly as he was when he arrived. It doesn't bother him one bit that Caren wouldn't tell him about any other Masters in the Grail War. It doesn't bother him that she wouldn't break the rules for him… mostly because he didn't need her information, not when he had his own.
He knew more than she did, simply put. In the end, Caren Hortensia's one and only value to him was her body and her beautiful mind. It was amazing, fucking the virgin Priestess, pounding her into orgasm after orgasm. And then influencing her to come after him, like she could somehow 'beat' him in some sort of sex fight…
That had been icing on the cake. The beautiful woman was now completely and utterly defeated, helpless in the face of his onslaught of pleasure. She'd turned a simple fuck into a marathon sex session and he'd used her like she was nothing more than a whore… but then, whores got paid, didn't they? Perhaps it would be more accurate to call Caren a used-up cum rag or something like that.
Chuckling at his own thoughts, Kiza reaches out and cups one of the unconscious woman's breasts, drawing a moan from her. She really is quite beautiful. Her tits are of a perfect size, and Kiza enjoys giving the one in his hand one last squeeze before he finally straightens up, standing and stretching. A yawn leaves his throat, but he's not truly tired. Merely keeping up appearances, even as he stretches his arms over his head and works out the kink in his neck.
Ah, that had been fun. And now the only question was… what would he do next? Or more importantly, WHO would he do next?
As if Fate herself was looking to make him happy in some sort of perverse metaphorical crush, that's the moment that the doors to the Church open up. Kiza's eyes move from Caren's unconscious, fucked silly form to the now open doors as he takes in the view of just who's come to visit. His eyebrows lift, and his smile widens as he stares at this newcomer.
Oh now… this… this would be fun. It looked like he'd found his next prey all the same. Heh, he was going to enjoy this.