'This isn't the time to sleep at all, Master."
The words feel too clear for your liking. Too blatant. You groan and shift under your blankets, shaking your head and trying to keep from getting tugged out of sleep. Too bad something is pulling at those same blankets, dragging them off of you and insisting upon you something very harsh and aggressive. Every bit of effort you put into trying to tug back away from this and remain firmly under the blankets in the warm comfort of your slumber is met with more pushes against the idea.
"Don't you dare go back to sleep on me, Master. I'm here to give you something and if you don't let me reward you there's going to be trouble."
Something about the words finally clicks for you as your eyes open wide to the sight you really should have been expecting. Mordred lingers over you with a big smile across her faces, eyes gleaming with something wicked and eager as she continues to tug away at your blankets with a very single-minded goal, even if it's one you are way too tired to comprehend at the moment. You let out confused groans that try to make sense of her advance as she grabs at your blankets and tugs them away with an impatience and aggression you're caught off guard by.
"I haven't been able to stop thinking about the battle we had today," Mordred explains, laying in upon you with a very marked and direct sort of aggression you're not entirely prepared to deal with. Her hands get your blanket out of the way and then begin to go for your clothes next, and your limbs feel too heavy from the sleep she disrupted to help you push against any of it. "And about you. You're not the first one to summon me, but you're the first one I've ever started to..."
She drifts off, leaving the idea hanging and not actually explaining the idea any further as she instead gets your clothes off and fishes out your half-erect cock. There's enough space between her drifting and the excited gasp she lets out that there's no way to deal with this weirdness as she advances upon you. "Master!" Mordred leans in closer, hand grasping your cock and beginning to stroke the half-flaccid member up to full hardness. "Your cock is so big! I can't believe this. All the time I've been thinking about you and I would have never imagined you were so well endowed..." There was little sense or hesitation in the way she leaned forward and showed your cock a very abrupt and sudden bout of attention with her face rubbing up and down against your shaft, making it twitch and throb in excitement as the cute blonde gives it way more focus than you've been expecting.
You're left unsure how to handle any of this, groaning as Mordred tends to your cock and aching under the swell of this whole weird mess before you. "Is this why you woke me up?" You don't meant sound ungrateful or unwelcoming to any of this, but it comes off in a bit of an unsure and cloudy kind of way, as you try to shake some more of the sleepiness of you.
"Yes, exactly this," Mordred moans, rubbing her face against your cock more aggressively. "And I have even more reasons to do it than I thought. How big is this cock?" Her tongue drags along it, pressing boldly forward and continuing to adore your shaft. "You probably don't know, but it's... Mm, it doesn't matter. Numbers aren't going to make it any better. Let's just go with this."
"Go with what?" You're still very much overwhelmed by this and not sure how to deal with this or how to answer the whole weird, hazy pulse of something left. You just accept it, overwhelmed a bit too much by this whole mess, and you just can't control yourself now, can't hold back as she gives you more licks and some kisses along your shaft. The dizzying heat of this weird wake-up might be something so weird and hazy that it leaves you dizzy, but there's something understandable here, something exciting and hot that takes you in and sucks you deeper into her embrace, aching for the pleasure of everything that comes with this. It's so much to handle and you really aren't prepared for it, but you let it happen, weird and hazy as this all is.
"Go with you fucking me," Mordred says, almost like it's obvious. Like it's right there and you're a fool for not noticing it. Drawing back quickly from your cock, she pulls away enough for you to realize she's in your bed completely naked, not a single piece of clothing on her lean, perky body, as she gets onto all fours and sticks her ass up high in the air, begging you forward, urging you upon her and desperately seeking your touch and your hunger. "Come on, get to it! I want that big cock to fuck me hard. Go in deep, every inch of it. I need you to fuck me, Master." You're not even upright yet but already she's shoving her perky backside back toward you and desperately seeking indulgence.
Mordred's impatience is a potent force to play around with, but you decide to just roll with it, overwhelming and burdensome as it all is. As she wiggles her hips and begs you forward, you rise up, taking the initiative and pulling on into something exciting and aggressive as you tug her off of the bed entirely, stirred by the hazy swirl of emotions hitting you all at once. Waking up to Mordred rubbing your dick against her face is the kind of weird experience you can't possibly be prepared for, and with lust dominating your thoughts from the moment you awake, there's nothing in you but a desire to fuck Mordred, and specifically to fuck her as hard as she needs it.
The suddenness of your hands grabbing at her makes Mordred yelp in surprise and delight. "Yes, Master, take me as hard as you can!" she's gasping before you even have your dick in her. You guide her to bend forward sharply and grab her hips, giving her a steep bend and a hard ninety degree angle, her long legs keeping her upright and her hands clumsily grabbing at the bedding to try and steady herself as you shove aggressively forward and shove into her. Burying half your cock deep into her with one primal thrust spikes up all the senseless excitement and desire that both of you need so desperately. For you, it's eager groans and incredible relief under the excitement of this hazy rush of ecstasy, and for Mordred it's desperate howls of excitement that should leave you wondering if fucking this hard and this fast is maybe a bad idea, but you really can't bring yourself to care about nay of that as you just hammer forward and pound into her with merciless glee, fucking her into submission and aggressive desire.
The aggression spikes up harshly and suddenly as you feel the snug embrace of her slick pussy urging you on. Mordred's hips wiggle and shift as she begs you for more, slamming her perky butt back against your lap and showing off a kind of lust you didn't know waited within her. "That's right, Master!" she gasps. "Tonight, I'm all yours, and this big cock is going to make me a good girl!" How much of that can be true when she's so loud is more than you're able to sort out in the midst of this whole mess, but you do your best to ignore all of that and focus on hammering forward with quick and rough thrusts pounding into her, your focus laser sharp and overwhelmingly aggressive in nature.
On a quick snap decision, you reach out for her arms. She's starting to bend and sag a little bit at the waist under your thrusts, and the way she braces herself against the bed is to blame, so you seize tight hold of her arms and pull them behind her, keeping them straight out as you seize her wrists and use them for leverage, applying counter pressure against your thrusts into her as she moans louder in ragged approval of your aggression, gasping hotter amid the swell of your aggression and the rough, hard, fast sex that you shouldn't really be capable of in the early morning midst of this chaos.
"Your cock is amazing, Master!" she gasps, licking her lips and continuing to shove aggressively back against your thrusts. Her inner walls are slick, tight, and hold greedily onto your dick, clenching down around it, spasming and aching with excitement and want that drives you on harder and more eagerly. Her body begs you as much as her words do, and it keeps you hammering on desperately, the aggression and want getting the better of you as you give up everything to this mess, to this rush of hazy ecstasy. Your hips slam forward as the noisy sounds of flesh striking flesh fills the air and the feverish pace you both set reaches heights of raw, throbbing bliss that feels so unrepentant it almost leaves you a little dizzy. It's all so abrupt, weird, sudden, and makes you feel a rush of something so intense and depraved that you can barely handle it all.
Back and forth you shiver and shift, bucking away through this pleasure as everything reaches a weird boiling point, Mordred moaning hotter and harder for you, everything about the blonde's needy cries as you tug her arms back and hammer balls deep into her making for something so weird and so intense that you can barely handle it all. You're lost to this pleasure, lost to something so hazy and intense that you can barely believe this is all happening, your beautiful servant tugging you out of sleep to fuck her. It sounds insane and made up, but it's all so very real and so very incredible, Mordred's moans are too loud to be then idle noise of dreams, her slick pussy begging around your cock with too much firmness, heat, and wetness to be imaginary.
It's all happening, and it's all more than you're prepared to deal with, as Mordred's hips hammer back and forth and wind up for a pulse of raw surrender, until she's screaming in bliss and aching through this raw, pulsating desire, a desperate mess hammering back and forth through the pleasure of surrender and desire. It's so much aching want, so much thunder and fire, and the glee with which you shove forward, burying yourself balls deep inside of Mordred and letting go of yourself, is almost cathartic. She screams your name again in desperate whines of surrender as you cum inside of her, as the gushing flood of hot, gooey spunk fills her up, sends her over the edge too. Your name remains on her lips as she wriggles and shivers, her pussy holding snug onto you as you cum inside of her.
"More, Master! I need more!" Mordred shakes her head feverishly, tugging her arms out from your grasp and reaching to grab you, shifting off of your cock and letting out a nervous whine as she does so. "I need more of your huge cock inside of me!" Before you can remark about how she just pulled off of your dick, she's shoving you with a whole lot of brute strength onto the bed and climbing feverishly on top of you, the Saber class servant knowing exactly what she wants and wasting no time in getting right into position to indulge thoroughly in her goals, hands grabbing your cock and giving it some adoring strokes up and down.
Mordred continues, "If I knew your dick was this big... Oh, Master, we could have been lovers so much sooner!" Shifting in position atop you, she guides herself up over your cock, getting nice and steady right over your lap with your cock in her hand, positioning herself right over you and shoving very suddenly and abruptly down onto your dick. "You feel even bigger this time!" She doesn't seem like herself, all of that brash attitude and temper done away with, replaced with a fixated devotion upon you that feels weird and unexpected, but it also feels so exciting and so heavy that you feel like just letting it happen, embracing the smoldering rush of want that grips you, and you just keep letting it happen, keep embracing this needy rush of desire and ecstasy amid and the swell of unrepentant surrender.
Your eyes are fully on Mordred now as you watch her take to bouncing up and down your lap with relentless, speedy vigor. Her hips carry her along in motions driven by urgency and surrender, her moans aching hot and needy as she gives herself up to this madness in a very direct and relentless kind of way, moans bubbling up from within as her hands grab at your chest, pitching forward to settle into place comfortable on top of you. Every push down brings her to the base of your cock, offering up broad rolls of her hips meant to give her all the enjoyment of your big dick she can get, like she's trying to measure your size out with how far she rises and falls atop it.
Everything about the sight of Mordred captivates you. The sultry roll of her hips as her trim, taut body rests naked atop yours. The smile broad across her face, brighter and warmer than you've ever seen ti before and showing off a sense of pure glee and surrender in how she indulges in your body. She looks like she's having an amazing time on your cock, like the praising words she lavishes it with don't do justice to the pleasures genuinely aching within her, and the thought of her enjoying it even more than she lets on is a startling thought, but one that you just accept, relenting under the pressure of this whole mess and allowing yourself to burn brightly.
"I love my Master's cock." Mordred's every motion is ecstasy, dripping with sensual bliss as she hammers on through this pleasure, enamoured with your cock more than she can express with words, but the smoldering, burning lust is so apparent and oozes from her every motion. Her fingers tighten against your body, gripping you as hard as she can, gasping, "Master," with quivering whines again and again as though it's an oath, a declaration of excitement. The word shifts meaning in her mouth and nothing about this feels like the arrangement between a master and a servant anymore. It's something hotter and deeper than that, running through a pulse of raw, throbbing ecstasy hot and chaotic enough to leave nothing but pure surrender between the two of you.
Your hips rock upward, meeting her motions and her desperation as you give yourself fully up to all of this pleasure, surrendering to sweet chaos and spinning out of control underneath your servant and her relentless and lustful advances. There's nothing here that feels sensible or sane now, and it leaves you so overwhelmed and dizzy that you can barely handle it all, moaning her name in turn, giving yourself up to Mordred's affection with little sense of where it's all going to take you and what it all means in the long term, but for the moment accepting this for everything that comes with it and the molten bliss that ensues.
Meeting in the middle with erratic and chaotic speed, there's nothing steady or controlled about how you and Mordred fuck. It's all clumsy, too hard and too fast and too driven by hot, boiling emotion and relentless desire to indulge. Rather than control yourselves, the two of you spiral horribly out of control and out of focus, relishing in the madness and bliss of racing on through this desperation together, and there's no slowing down as you give yourself up to all of it, gasping in bliss and howling through something so hazy and so intense that you can hardly handle it all. Pleasure rules you harshly, and as you reach your boiling point together, there's nothing but heat to await you.
Mordred cums first, screaming your name one last time, longer and louder and higher than ever, as she slams down against you and holds you against the bed, your cock pushing to the hilt inside of her one last time. "I can almost you in my--" A moan cuts her off as your cock erupts, spewing a hot rush of molten seed deep into her, seeding her womb and leaving her to shiver and buck atop you in desperate, frantic surrender. There's no holding herself back now. Mordred is gone to this bliss, and she's dragged you down with her.
But as the breathless servant collapses upon you and forces her lips against yours in a show of continued heat and enamoured desire, you decide it's for the best to let her take you down as deep as she damn well pleases.