While the Throne of Heroes exists outside of conventional causality, and what could be considered the passage of time is not necessarily linear with that of the outside world, a sense of progression could faintly be marked even within the mass of spiritual information that made up a Heroic Spirit.  Although it is merely a copy of the information stored within the Throne that manifests in a Servant, a profound enough encounter, event or revelation has the possibility of making a lasting impression on their Spirit Origin.

And it is within a void of time, in a featureless, physic-less area within the Throne of Heroes, where there is no light, but also no darkness, where the flaxen haired knight King existed in a state of semi-suspended animation.  Incapable of measuring the amount of time that did or didn’t pass, as memories of battles and encounters she never participated in appeared within her that felt both foreign and irreplaceably familiar, the Once and Future King of Britain awaited her opportunity to make her wish come true.

“Your body shall serve under me. My fate shall be with your sword.”

As a glimmer of light appeared before her, a mote so small and fragile it seemed that even a breath could extinguish it, a voice called to her, beckoned to her like so many before had.

“Submit to the beckoning of the Holy Grail. If you submit to this will and this reason, then answer.”

The Holy Grail.  An artifact she needed to make her wish come true, to save her country and allies.  But while she could feel the unwavering resolve in the weak voice, could this Mage truly help her attain the Grail?

“An oath shall be sworn here.

I shall attain all virtues of all of Heaven,

I shall have dominion over all evils of all of Hell.”

Then again, any opportunity was worth the chance.  Besides, this Mage’s voice was warm and compassionate, a child asking her for her help.  As a knight, she was honor bound to answer such a pure and innocent plea, even if her personal goals could not be achieved.

“From the Seventh Heaven, attended to by three great words of power, 

come forth from the ring of restraint, Protector of the Balance!”

To call the young Japanese man a veteran when it came to summoning Heroic Spirits would be a disservice to the wealth of experience he actually has.  It is unlikely anyone else in human history has performed and succeeded at the ceremony to contract with legendary figures from myth and history as he had, though he had the FATE system to thank for being able to maintain so many contracts simultaneously.  Even so, when the blinding flask of rainbow light faded and a blonde haired young woman in a combat dress of white and blue with golden trim appeared before him, his lights lit up in excitement.

Seeing the young man, presumably the one that summoned her since he was the only one in the room, standing before her, the Saber Servant extended a hand towards him with a gentle smile.  “I ask of you.  Are you my Master?”

It was a face he was so familiar with, and yet this was his first time summoning her despite years of being a Master.  Clenching his fists tight, the black haired youth leaned back while roaring a thunderous cheer.  “Yes!  Yes, yes, yes!  Finally!  I finally managed to summon the original Artoria Pendragon!”

“Original?”  Somewhat confused by his actions and statement, the King of Knights approached the boy.  “I have come in response to your call, so please tell me.  Are you my Master?”

“Oh, right.  Sorry, I was just so excited to finally meet you, Artor-er… I mean, Saber.”  Scratching the back of his head and bowing politely, he smiled weakly to her.  “It’s just, she’s going to be so happy to see you.  I’ve summoned multiple different versions of your Saint Graph, but she says only the original is the one she’s waiting for.”

“I thought there was something odd about this summoning, I cannot even manifest my armor right now.  So in exchange for starting off with a weakened Spirit Origin, Master is able to contract with multiple Servants at the same time.”  As her manifestation was anchored to the Command Seals on the boy’s right hand, the basic functions of how Chaldea’s Servant summoning system, as well as general information on the dire state of the world, were imprinted into her mind.  “I see, so this weakness is temporary.  And this young man is the last hope of humanity.  Such a heavy responsibility for one so young.”  Her instincts were also warning her about a sort of ‘wrongness’, but as she was now she couldn’t tell what to be wary of.

“Come on, I’ll show you around.”  Walking over to the door of the summoning chamber, the young Magus motioned for her to follow him.  “Oh, and I’m Fujimaru Ritsuka.  Nice to meetcha, Ar-er… I mean Saber.  Sorry, I’m sure you don’t want me using your True Name so soon after summoning you, right?”

The feeling of unease aside, Artoria could see that her Master wasn’t like most Mages.  He was considerate towards her feelings not as a means to an end but because he truly saw her as an equal worth of common courtesy and respect.  “Feel free to call me ‘Artoria’, Master.  In these circumstances keeping my identity hidden is not necessary.”

“Alright.  Right this way, Artoria.”  Smiling, Ritsuka exited the room first.

Following closely behind, Artoria’s surprise of the Chaldea facility was plain to see on her face.  Vaulted halls stretching dozens, if not hundreds of feet high, wide enough to fit three or more of her Knights’ Round Table easily.  “M-Master, is this facility not a bit too… big?  Is it not an inconvenience for you?”

“Hmm?  Oh, we have plenty of Servants that are… incompatible with low ceilings.”  Smiling meekly, he chuckled but otherwise wasn’t bothered by the scale of the facility at all.  “Thankfully, Sion and Captain were accommodating with building Novum Chaldea.”

“Hmm… if this facility was built specifically with larger Servants in mind that makes sense, but after the Age of Gods, there should be a limit on how big one can get.”  Though there was no deceit in his words, her weakened instincts were still warning the female knight that something was off.  Nothing so dangerous to warrant combat, but something that she was personally connected to.  “Was there another reason for my being sum-oof!”  Too focused on the unseen discomfort, Artoria’s limited senses failed to notice a thick, black pillar in the center of the hall as she followed her Master, knocking her flat on her rear.

“Oops, sorry Blue Lady.”  A giggled apology coming from the cylindrical object caused the blonde to look up, her eyes widening at the sight before her.  Looking back at her over her shoulder was a young looking girl with short white hair and a scar on the cheek visible, however, the child towered over her and her Master.  What Artoria initially thought was a pillar was nothing more than her leg in a black, thigh-high stockings.  “Oh!  Hi Mommy!”

“Hi Jack-chan, what are you doing?”  Extending a hand to help her up, Ritsuka showed no sign that it was abnormal for the girl to be more than twice his size, his head only reaching as high as her black panty clad backside.  “Sorry, I should have warned you.”

“Jeanne said she had to go back to grab something, so we’re waiting here for her.”  Turning fully to talk with Ritsuka, the not quite immature, not quite mature girl smiled energetically.  “What about you, Mommy?  Are you taking Blue Lady to see the King?”

“That’s right, she’s been waiting for this one for a long time.”  Pulling Artoria to her feet, he wrapped his arms around one of Jack’s thighs.  “Make sure you play nice with the others, okay?”

Nodding with an innocent smile, she waved them off as Ritsuka continued to lead Artoria further into the facility.  “We will, but you should come play with us too Mommy!  If you don’t, we’ll dismember you!”  With what would have been seen as a threat from anyone else, Jack giggled as they left.

“Jack!  There you are!”  As they were about to turn a corner, another young girl’s voice called to the other from somewhere further down the hall.  “You shouldn’t run off like that.  Come on, the others are waiting for us, and only children keep people waiting.”

“Coming, Jeanne!”  Running back the way she and her Master came, Artoria watched the energetic girl run off to play.

Abnormal height aside, there was one point of the conversation that she felt like she needed clarification for, especially given the state of the world and the crisis he was facing that had him call upon her aid.  “M-Master, has Chaldea established itself as some sort of modern day monarchy?  I see no need to establish a kingdom when there is no land or people to unite.”  While it was obvious to her that he wasn’t the only surviving member of Chaldea, if someone was taking advantage of the chaos and abusing their authority, it was her duty to correct such an injustice.

“Hm?  Oh, no, no.  Chaldea is just an organization operating under the supervision of the Clock Tower and UN… or at least it was.”  Realizing where her confusion stemmed from, Ritsuka tried to clarify.  “Our kingdom is a separate thing, established by one of the Servants here not too long ago.”

Suddenly, the ‘wrongness’ that she felt was starting to make sense.  “Servants could be seen as a form of Undead by some interpretations.  They should not attempt to influence events in the times that they are summoned like this.”  Not only that, but again, the sensation that she was personally tied to this anomalous event came back stronger as they approached a pair or gigantic double doors at the end of the hall they were in.

Opening on their own as they got close, beyond was a large chamber and a gargantuan figure sitting in an even bigger throne.  Humid air spilled forth from the enclosed room and the stench of sweat and a potent odor that smelt like nothing Artoria was familiar with washed over them.  It assailed her nose but also had an oddly arousing effect on her body.  However, this person in the center of the room was no stranger to the Once and Future King, and her mind froze when she saw her.  Her build and size much different than when she last saw her, which for Artoria herself felt like it was mere minutes ago she had run them through on her sacred lance, the flaxen hair, emerald eyes and all too familiar facial features were unmistakable.  While normally their physiques were identical due to the circumstances of her birth, the increased muscle mass and more developed chest that her son had gained, to say nothing of a height hundreds of feet taller, all had her repressed instincts going crazy as her body continued to follow Ritsuka.

“Mordred!?  W-What happened to her?”  Other than the physical changes to the homunculus’ body, the red, skimpy outfit was also new to Artoria, though this was the first time she had even seen her son without her armor on.

Detached sleeved that showed off her broad shoulders, a strap biting into her enormous breasts revealing plenty of underboob, the sides of her leather faulds extending up to frame her sculpted abdomen muscles and thick, powerful legs wrapped in black stockings so tight you could clearly see the muscle definition under them.  As a warrior, Artoria felt a profound sense of defeat just entering the presence of her son, but what caught her attention the most was the behemoth hanging limply over the edge of her throne between her legs.

Completely flaccid, though coated in syrupy, transparent fluids and dripping thick globs of a cloudy, milky-white substance from the tip, Mordred made no attempt to hide the intimidating phallus.  If anything, she had her legs unashamedly spread wide to display it for all to witness.

On the floor, directly under the massive member, a female Servant in a white dress was lying face down, her long, pink hair covering her face as she breathed heavily.  Her body was twitching and spasming as what is obviously Mordred’s cum spilled from between her legs and pooled on the floor around her.

“There’s no way she could have…”  The unfamiliar Servant, while big in her own right, wasn’t anywhere big enough to have fit her son’s massive member inside of her.  Though all the evidence pointed to the contrary.  And still, her Master treated none of this as strange at all.  “What is going on here?”

“His Majesty, Senpai, the Queen of Chaldea, has returned!”  Announcing their entry into the throne room/sex chamber, Artoria turned around to see a young girl with lilac hair in a skin tight black and purple body suit that revealed her stomach area.  Unlike the girl in white on the floor, she was familiar to the King of Knights, or rather the Saint Graph inside of her felt like one of her Knights of the Round Table.  She was the second tallest Servant she had seen since arriving, properly comparable to Mordred’s full body, rather than parts, but even with the Rebellious Knight sitting it was clear Mordred was taller by a fair margin.

“Ah!  Master!  You’re finally back!”  Bellowing happily, Mordred leaned forward out of her throne and scooped up the tiny youth with a level of dexterity and care that shocked Artoria almost as much as the sight of her son’s dangling dick swinging so close to her that she nearly gagged on the choking scent.  “You know you don’t need to run around farming all day.  Anybody gives you trouble and I’ll slap ‘em with my mighty ‘sword’ here.”  Settling back into her throne, she set Ritsuka down on top of one of her abs and talked happily to the young man.

Leaning back on the well sculpted muscle, without any sign of fear or worry, Ritsuka looked completely comfortable on her stomach in the shadow of her impressive bust.  “You know I can’t let you do all the work, Mo-san.”

Knocked on her butt from the dangerously close proximity that her son’s cock came to her, Artoria stared on at the bizarre scene of her Master telling Mordred about his day.  Neither could see the other’s face, but they conversed happily, like it was the most natural arrangement in the world.  “How in the world did…”  There was no logical way she could think of for anything she had seen to be possible.  Servants generally don’t grow bigger than they were in their legends, or physically change like her son had height notwithstanding.  But most of all, she had never seen Mordred smile so happily…

“Come on.  Don’t drag your feet.”  From behind the throne, Artoria noticed two other Servants enter the room.  They both had the exact same face as she did, though she would barely stand as tall as their knees.  “Make sure you do your job thoroughly this time, Her Majesty will withhold your payment this time if you miss a spot.”  In the lead was a copy of her that carried a red-handled mop in a revealing swimsuit modeled after a maid uniform.  Her skin was paler and her eyes had changed to a golden color, but she was undeniably based off of Artoria’s Saint Graph if nothing else.

Following the sterner looking version of herself was a slightly older looking Artoria with blue eyes and wearing a blue baseball cap in addition to the white and blue bikini she shamelessly walked around in.  “You don’t have to worry about me!  This gig is too cushy to pass up, I’ll do my best, I promise.”  As they stood directly under Mordred’s flaccid phallus, she ran a finger through a glob of ejaculate that dripped down from above and happily stuck it into her mouth.  Mewling happily, she licked her lips.  “The benefits are fantastic, and if I get bigger I’ll probably get a better promotion when I have to head back to the Galactic Police.”  Reaching out for another taste, her hand got smacked away by the end of the other Artoria’s mop.

“No snacking on the job.  A maid must perform her duties efficiently and quietly without taking advantage of her master’s generosity.”  Getting to work cleaning up the mess on the floor and gathering Mordred’s Mana-potent semen, when a drop almost as big as she was splashed down from above next to her, she sighed and attempted to clean up the behemoth that was the source of the mess.  “The King may forbid you from consuming her cum if you eat too much without permission.  Don’t forget that all the Servant’s in Chaldea rely on the King’s essence now, and she gets to decide how much each of us gets.  Now let’s clean her up so we can finish our work.”

“Yes, yes, I know.”  Manifesting a double-ended lance, she draped a rag over one end and held the other as she stretched as far as she could on her tippy-toes to reach the cock hanging above.  “I’ll have you know I’m a responsible adult.  Once I accept a job, I’ll apply myself, 120%”

Watching on from the floor, Artoria didn’t want to admit that either of the girls diligently attempting to clean up her, or rather their son’s cum were some variation of her.  “What has Sir Mordred done to them, to all the Servants here by the sound of it?”  However, her instincts pulled her attention for the two Servants who could barely reach the tip of the monstrous cock they were trying to clean and up to her Master.

“...and so, with the Saint Quartz I got after finishing farming, I went to Da Vinci-chan and exchanged the few fragments we had so I could try a summon.  I had a good feeling, so sorry I didn’t discuss it with you first, but look!”  Smiling happily and innocently, he pointed down to the blue-dressed girl on the floor.  “I got Artoria!  Er… I mean Saber Artoria…  uh… I mean the original Saber Artoria.  You know… the last one that we’re missing.”  Sometimes, he wondered if the universe had a bias towards the King of Knights with how many different versions of her he had encountered so far.  Then again, if you wield the physical manifestation of the wishes of mankind forged by the planet itself...

Hearing him call attention to her, Artoria panicked.  Her relationship with her illegitimate son was not one where she could expect a warm welcome, especially with such a huge scale difference between them.  “I can’t leave things here as they are, but a strategic retreat is in order right now.”  Scrambling to her feet, she sprinted towards the doorway.

However, her cock noticeably stiffening at the news, growing further out of reach of the Artoria’s trying to clean it, Mordred scans the floor in front of her with a feral smile.  A twitch of excitement to finally see her true father again sent a glob of her cum sailing through the air, coincidentally landing just in front of the fleeing Servant.  “Well hello Father.  Where are you off to in such a hurry?”  Leaning forward to pluck the tiny Saber off the floor, the blood rushed to her cock more and more, her Master temporarily and willingly getting squeezed in her sweaty abdominal muscles.  “Still not happy to see me?  That hurts, but I’m so glad you could finally join us in my kingdom.”

Struggling between just two of Mordred’s fingers, Artoria quickly recognized that she wasn’t going to be able to escape anymore.  “Blast it all… I still don’t know enough about the situation here.”  Staring directly into Mordred’s eye as the titanic Servant sat back in her throne, if she couldn’t run she at least needed answers.  “Sir Mordred, answer me!  What have you done here?  How did you become so big?”

Her smile quickly fading, the rebellious knight shrugged her shoulders and sighed.  “Father, Father, Father.  Whether you accept me as your rightful heir or not, I’m the King here.  You’ll need to show me the proper amount of respect, or don’t blame me for a lack of hospitality.”  Her words and tone aside, there was a glint in her eye that implied she was hoping Artoria would continue her disrespectful attitude.  “You can ask all the other Fathers in Chaldea how their defiance worked out for them, though I’m sure you’ll hate the answer.  But as for your question, well I don’t know or care.”  Carefully picking Ritsuka up from her core muscles, she smiled softly to him as he affectionately held on to her finger.  “The short version is Master was giving me a Mana Transfer and I started growing.  After I got so big, it was only natural that I’d become King of Chaldea and Master here is my Queen, isn’t that right, Master?”

“I’m not exactly a fan of being called ‘Queen’ all the time, but the important part is you’re the one in charge now, Mo-san.”  Sitting up and balancing on her finger relatively easily, Ritsuka smiled innocently at the red-clad Saber.  “I’ve heard you two have had your… differences in the past, but I hope you two can get along now.”

Blushing at her beloved Master, Mordred’s intimidating features softened and she bashfully looked away from him.  “Geez Master…  Cut out the sappy stuff, will ya?  I’m trying to look cool in front of Father…”

“Master!  This is madness.  A Servant cannot establish a kingdom for themself, you need to put an end to this.”  Artoria, on the other hand, attempted to reason with the one person who could possibly fix this ridiculous situation.  “This is all very wrong!”

Glaring at the blue Saber, Mordred’s wicked sneer returned.  “Making demands of my Queen?  This isn’t Britain, father, and we are not in Camelot.  As a Servant of my Queen, I will not tolerate any dipshits inciting rebellion.”  Setting Ritsuka down on her shoulder, Mordred held Artoria by her arms and let her dangle over her now fully erect, rock hard, filthy cock.

“Hey!  How are we supposed to clean it now?”  From the base of the throne, one of the Artoria’s could be heard complaining that their job just got away from them.

“If you have time to complain, start cleaning up Mistress Frankenstein.”  The other reprimanded, the sounds of her mop slopping around below echoing up clearly.  “Our King has left plenty else for us to do.”

Struggling to free herself, Artoria couldn’t even shift into spirit form for some reason.  “Sir Mordred, this is madness!  You cannot-guh!”

Pinching the front of the small Saber’s dress, Mordred tore it away, followed by her pantaloons to strip her bare as she dangled her father over her erection.  “Father, I told you, here I am king!  And as King of Chaldea, I command you to clean my big, fat dick with your tongue.”  Snickering at the thought that the scene she’s been fantasizing about since growing so big, seeing her proud father glare up at her in humiliated defeat from the top of her cock while covered in her cum and smegma, was about to become reality, Mordred’s heart was racing.  “Whaddya think, Father?  My junk’s stronger than that flimsy little Sacred Lance you stuck me with way back when.”  Giggling in anticipation, her cock twitched eagerly as well.

“What!?  Absolutely not!”  Looking down, Artoria was already so close that her field of view was dominated by the semen dripping head of her son’s cock.  The heat radiating off of it reached her feet and she had to fight back the urge to cough of the thick scent filling her nose and lungs.  “This is insane!  It’s dozens of times my size!  She could flatten Vortigern under it in a single hit, or possibly swallow him whole with it.”  However, despite her protests, her unused sex was heating up from the manly musk blanketing the air around Mordred’s member.

“Yeah… about that.”  Once she had gotten the tiny Saber into position, Mordred steadied her twitching cock with her free hand and let Artoria drop.  “You listen to my commands now, Father.”

Grasping at nothing, panic crossed her face as she saw the exhilaration on Mordred’s, before she could even scream, the Once and Future King was submerged in a small lake of white.

“Hmm…  Will the protection Mother’s other personality gave him function in my jizz?  It’s not water, but it is still a liquid…”  Having never seen or even heard tell of her Father learning or being able to swim, Mordred was somewhat surprised that the King of Knights sank into the pooling sexual fluids.  Pressing the pad of her finger into where the Servant fell, she felt a small lump press into her sensitive cockhead and quivered in delight as she slid her father under a bit of her foreskin.  “Heh, better get to work if you want to breathe.”

“Mo-san, Artoria only just got to Chaldea.  I haven’t had a chance to strengthen or ascend her yet.  Don’t you think you’re being just a bit too rough?”  Watching on as child dominated parent, Ritsuka felt a bit bad for the blue Saber and thought he should say something.

“Huh?  Master, you think this is enough to do Father in?”  Despite how she was treating the recent summon, Mordred’s tone carried with it a sense of irritation that Artoria was being underestimated.  Had it been anyone else, she likely would do them the favor of removing the obviously empty head from their shoulders for insinuating such weakness in the Saber.  “Master, there’s no way my real father would be done in by something so minor.  And if he is, how could I ever thrust the great ‘King of Knights’ to protect you if I wasn’t around?  Don’t worry, this is just a little father/son greeting.”

Seeing the smile on her face, Ritsuka was confident that if anyone knew the limits of the legendary King Arthur, it would be the person who respected him the most.  “You’re right.  Sorry.”

Blushing, Mordred picked him up as she stood from her throne.  “Geez Master.  I swear, you can be such a worrywart sometimes… but that’s one of the things that is great about ya.”  Sitting him in her bellybutton, she looks over to the lilac haired girl by the door.  “Alright Mash, I’m taking my Queen back to our bedroom so he can rest.  We are not to be disturbed, understood?”

Bowing politely, Mash nodded and smiled.  “Yes, your Majesty.  Take good care of Her Majesty, Senpai, and don’t worry, I shall handle anything that comes up.”

As she walked passed to leave, Mordred cupped the diligent girl’s face and smiled warmly at her.  “Like I’d worry with such a capable knight working under me.  How about tomorrow you look after our Queen for me?”

Her face lighting up at the thought, Mash smiled brightly at the thought.  “Yes, my King.”  Nodding, Mordred strolled out of the throne room, leaving her to oversee the clean up.  Walking over the seat of power, laced with a thin layer of sweat where the bulky Saber had sat, she looked into the small indentation where Mordred’s scrotum had rested.  “You did well today as well, Director.  Just another few months and I’m sure the King will forgive you for challenging her rule.”  Smiling to the utterly defeated, blonde mustachioed man, she scraped up some semen that had dribbled down onto the throne and licked it off her finger.

Buried under a particularly thick glob of cum, sweat and smegma, Artoria felt every rise and fall of Mordred’s cock as she walked through Chaldea with no reservations that her erection was hanging out for all to see.  If anything, it only made the beast under her harder.  Thankfully, her Riding skill was unaffected by Chaldea’s summoning system, so she was able to stabilize herself on the bucking phallus pretty easily.  Though, she still had the problem of being encased in a paste of dick filth that she couldn’t drag herself through to freedom.

“I can’t let Mordred continue to get her way, regardless of what’s happening now or what happened in the past, she was once one of my knights… but how can I escape this humiliating entrapment?”  While she was able to curb the nauseating feeling of being tossed up and down the bouncing dick with her Riding skill, her bare crotch was now grinding directly against the warm member in a way she hated to admit was pleasurable.  “It’s hard enough keeping my balance, but I need to do something about this built up filth if I’m going to get anywhere.  Didn’t her mother teach her to clean herself properly?”  Wiggling her hips maybe just a bit more than necessary given she couldn’t truly fall off her son’s cock, Artoria was a bit concerned for Mordred’s hygiene.  Especially considering the heavy armor she normally wore, cleaning one’s body properly was of the utmost importance.  “Ah… I suppose she’s given that duty to me currently.”  There was no doubt that it was also to humiliate her as much as possible, but could Mordred have also realized that she needed her dick cleaned?  Either way, air, as tainted and pungent as it was, was running low and she had to do something soon.  Opening her mouth, she allowed some of Mordred’s smegma to enter her mouth.  “... I’ve had worse.”

It was surprisingly easy for the King of Knights to swallow the foul smelling pap her son encased her in, if anything it was more pleasing to her palate than disgusting and she had a big appetite.  Bite after hearty bite, if nothing else her body didn’t reject it at all and instead felt strengthened by the concentrated Mana of the cultivated bodily fluids.  At several points throughout the journey, she had to stop herself from licking a patch of the pulsating member clean as she slowly made her way to light and freedom.

Breaching the surface and breathing in some fresher air for the first time in what felt like hours, Artoria could hear, but not make out, a conversation between Mordred and her Master was a massive door slid open to give access to the bedchamber beyond it.

Despite being the ‘Royal Bedchamber’, Chaldea’s resources were still stretched thin, so little more could be afforded as a luxury than allowing a second bed and some fancy bedding and cushion to distinguish it from the other, identical looking rooms of the facility.  However, it wasn’t the modest attempt at furnishing that surprised Artoria as she dragged herself out of Mordred’s aged cum, but the tanned giantess laying on one of the beds with a familiar face.

The red of an article of clothing covering her swollen breasts showing through the long white blouse with a blue sailor-style collar she had pulled up over her protruding stomach, with a build much closer to that of her memories of the Rebellious Knight, Artoria recognized the girl as another version of Mordred!  Worse yet, she was equal in size to the Mordred whose dick she was currently riding on.

“Is one not enough?!”  Lamenting that her troubles just doubled, Artoria had to hold on to avoid falling as Mordred entered the room and sat on the bed next to her other.

“Hey, me.  How ya feeling?”  In a much softer tone than she’s used with anyone else Artoria had seen her interacting with so far, the red-clad Mordred set Ritsuka onto the other’s distended belly and gave it an affectionate rub.

The rigid erection standing tall, towered over the other Mordred’s gut, and seeing her Master get transferred to it, Artoria took the opportunity to jump down and attempt a quick get away so she could talk with him in private.  “Master!  Master, are you alright?”  Rushing to his side, while she tangentially kept an ear on the conversation between the two giant Mordreds, she focused more of her attention on the boy who looked a bit shorter than she remembered.  Previously he was roughly half a foot taller than her, but now she was a couple inches taller than him!  “How did you get so short?”

Seeing the worried expression on the blue Saber’s face caked with dick cheese, Ritsuka had to suppress a chuckle.  Reaching up, he cleaned off her face a bit without hesitation.  “I’m fine, Artoria.  Mo-san treats me very carefully, so you don’t need to worry about me.  If anything, I’m sorry she’s being so rough with you.  She was a bit gentler with Grey, but when she got bigger she targeted the other versions of you pretty aggressively.  However, I’m not the one getting smaller.”  Giving up on trying to clear the junk matted up in her hair, he holds up his hand as wet clumps of smegma fall off onto the belly they were standing on.

“Wait, are you telling me that it’s Mordred’s se-gah!”  As the dots connected and Artoria began to understand how the other Servants she had met got to such unnatural sizes, something impacted the surface they were standing on from underneath them, knocking them both off balance with Artoria falling on top of Ritsuka.

His uniform now dirty with smegma, Ritsuka didn’t seem to pay it any mind and instead laughed as he rubbed the gargantuan belly.  “Seems like your grandchild’s a bit feisty today.  Maybe she’s happy to meet you.”

Like with most who see an engorged stomach on a female with a disproportionately slimmer frame, the first thought that came to the Saber’s mind when she saw Mordred’s other was that she was pregnant.  However, that shouldn’t be possible.  “How?  We may manifest in human-like forms that recreated imitations of our bodies as they were in life, but Servants shouldn’t be able to conceive or reproduce!”  There were far too many rules and sensibilities being broken here for someone who values order and structure like her to accept.

“Geez Father, don’t get your panties in a bunch.”  Addressing her directly, Artoria’s attention snapped up to the two titanic teen Servants who were now smiling down at them.  “Oh wait, I already got rid of those for ya.  Anyway, I didn’t get all the technical stuff she went on about while on my cock, but that little Da Vinci said it was some experiment of some sort to give us Servants stronger artificial bodies that we can implant our Saint Graphs in or something like that.  She was getting real orgasmy at the end and I wasn’t really paying attention after the part about not having to leave Master.”  Grabbing both her tiny father and Master off the baby bump belly, she snickered at the cum soaked Saber.  “Though I’d think that would be the least of your worries, Father.”  Bringing them closer to her hardened member, she glanced at Ritsuka.  “Master, it’s been a while since you last played with my cock.  You don’t mind showing Father how it’s done, do you?”

Before the dark haired Magus could reply though, a slender, tanned hand reached over and plucked him off Mordred’s palm as the other Mordred hugged him into her chest.  “Hey, you get enough fun time with Master, it’s my turn now.”

Rolling her eyes playfully and leaning in to give herself a kiss on the cheek, Mordred smiled at the tanned, pregnant Servant.  “Nobody wins when you argue with yourself.”  Though as she got up to give her Rider self and Master some space and go to the other bed, she felt a stinging pain across her butt, causing her to jump a bit, stiffening her cock and bouncing her breasts.  Glaring back at the other girl playfully sticking out her tongue, she sighed and shook her head.

“Don’t use your ass this time.  I want some with Father once you’re done with him, and I’d rather not deal with your shit again.”  She requested, though had already turned her attention to their shared Master before getting a reply.

“Hear that, Father?  You should thank your other son, ‘cause I was about to show you how you’ll never be able to kick my ass again.”  Holding up Artoria, Mordred sat down on the free day and drank in the worried, yet relieved, look of embarrassed confusion on her former King’s face.  Feeling the tip of her dick poking at and slightly buried in the underside of her boobs, Mordred looked at her sizable chest and got a fun idea.  “Lion Father, Storm Father, come.  Your King demands your presence.”

In less than a minute, two older, bustier versions of Artoria entered the room carrying themselves with the dignity one would expect from experienced kings, both roughly the same height but neither taller than the red Saber’s belly button.  One in a royal blue bodysuit with gold trim that presented her abundant amount of cleavage with a small gold crown on her flaxen locks and the other in a jet black bodysuit that with cutout that revealed her stomach and the underside of her breasts and a crown more reminiscent of obsidian horns on her head.  They both had their long hair up in a similar style to Artoria’s, and while they briefly made eye contact with her, they bowed to Mordred.

However, following closely behind and towering over the more physically mature kings but shorter than their shared sons by less than a dozen feet, was yet another version of the King of Knights, this one physically identical to the blue Saber, only wearing a short white dress with black trim and black stockings.  There was an energetic bounce in her step and she smiled brightly as she entered.

“D-Dad!?”  Getting up, flustered just a bit, Mordred blushed when the white Saber walked in, knocking the two other Servants over with her hard on accidentally.  “I didn’t call for you, what are you doing here?”  Unlike the tone she had been using when addressing the blue Artoria, the other Servants or even her Master or other self, Mordred spoke more gently.  “You can’t just enter the king’s chambers whenever you feel like it.”

Giggling at Mordred’s uncharacteristically gentle mannerisms, glancing at the hand keeping the huge dick that she was holding back from hitting her, the white Artoria stepped in closer.  “I heard from little Jack that Master was walking around with a ‘blue version of me’, so I wanted to greet the me I eventually grew into.”  Gently placing a hand on the taller Saber’s pulsating member, she looked up with a slight pout on her face.  “Is that so wrong?  Will the King need to punish her Daddy later?”

Her cheeks growing even further red, Mordred shot a glare back at her pregnant self when she heard her giggling behind her back, but sighed in defeat and sat back on her bed and set the smallest Artoria in Chaldea on top of her boner.  “Fine…”

“Thanks Mordy!”  Bending over at the hip slightly, like a fair maiden might when stopping to smell a rose from a bush, the white Artoria smiled to her other self without the slightest bit of embarrassment in the close proximity to such an imposing manhood.

“I told you to not call me that, Dad!”  This Artoria, from before she mentally matured into the King Arthur that history remembered, was more difficult for the Knight of Rebellion to deal with in some ways.

Ignoring the cute protests of her future son, she brushed some hair back behind her ear.  “Hello, my future self.  I’m so happy you’ve finally come to Chaldea, there is so much I want to learn from you so that I can live up to our legend.  To be honest, my lack of experience has me a bit worried about my qualifications as a ruler, so I hope you can be patient with me like our son has been.”

That unconfident mannerism, the innocence of her smile, there was no doubt in Artoria’s mind that this white Saber was her shortly after pulling Caliburn from the stone.   “To be able to smile like that, she may know of our hardships, but…”  Bitter-sweet to see a manifestation of her younger days, when training and learning filled her days and she didn’t need to make the tough choices with the weight of a kingdom’s future behind them, as much as she wanted to have a nice chat with her, there more pressing concerns.  “I likewise look forward to working beside you in service of our Master, but before that you need to help me set Sir Mordred straight!  What is happening here is wrong.”

A quizzical look crossed the younger Artoria’s face for a moment.  “Hmm?  But Mordy is doing a great job strengthening Chaldea’s Servants.  Since she’s taken over, Master has been in less danger than ever.  I understand that, given our Saint Graphs, you would be opposed to the idea of Mordy being king, trust me, it was weird enough just meeting my son when she’s about as mature as I am and has more battlefield experience, but she’s a good kid.”  Smiling reassuringly to the bulkier Saber, she straightens back up and puts a hand on Mordred’s shoulder.  “A bit mischievous sometimes, but a good son nonetheless.”

“Geez Dad, embarrassing much?”  As an existence created to oppose and ultimately dethrone the historic figure of ‘Arthur Pendragon’, Mordred had always dreamed of receiving such compliments from the father she admired so much.  “Go see your pregnant son, I have more business with this small Father here.”

“Oh, it looks like I embarrassed her again.  Alright, alright, I’ll leave you to your ‘kingly duties’.”  Leaning in, she wrapped her arms around her son and kissed her on the cheek before walking over to the other bed, joining the Rider and her Master’s conversation and rubbing the bulging belly affectionately.

Her embarrassment fading with her blush, Mordred cleared her throat as she stared down at the tiny Artoria looking for a way off the towering phallus.  “Thinking of running away, Father?  Don’t think you can escape your punishment.”

“‘Punishment’?  And just what have I done to warrant punishment?”  Her patience beginning to wear thin, Artoria’s composure began to crack.  As far as she knew, she was the smallest Servant contracted with Chaldea so far, her illegitimate son had taken over and she was stuck at her mercy since not even her other incarnations seemed to be opposing her!

“I gave you a task, and you failed to complete it.”  Plucking the plucky Saber off her dick, Mordred showed her just how filthy it was, caked with mounds of foul smelling, thick smegma.  “You didn’t clean my majestic cock properly.  Look at this mess.”  Motioning for the two other Artoria’s patiently waiting from her to address them, they climb onto the bed and stand to either side of her erection, barely standing as tall as it.  “Make sure he does it properly this time.”  Dropping the tiny blue Saber between the two, she pressed a finger into the base of the underside of her member and ran it up the length of her shaft until something came poking out of her urethra.  Covered in thick globs of cum for ejaculations past, she pulled out the two’s Sacred Lances, weapons equal in strength to the famous Excalibur itself, and began to pick her teeth with them.  “Do a good job and I’ll return these poor excuses of sounds to ya.”

“By your word, my King.”  Despite referring to and using their Noble Phantasms as sex toys, neither Lancer protested Mordred’s decree…  Unlike the blue Saber who was appalled by how anchors that hold the layers of the world together were being desecrated and disrespected.  However, her tirade of complaints were ignored as the emotionally restrained women pressed their bodies against the twitching phallus, shifting their bodysuits to spirit form to undress quickly.

Holding up her ‘original’ concept, staring at the helpless Saber, the emerald eyed one with the golden crown sighed in what could only be seen as disappointment.  “Your resistance, while understandable, should obviously be futile to you by now.  Master has accepted our son as the ruler of Chaldea, and Mordred has already crushed any opposition to that decision.”  While her tone indicated that she was among those that opposed the rise of the Traitor Knight’s power, she also seemed to be content with how this new kingdom was ruled.  “Simply service your new King, accept her, and you will gain the power to protect Master from any threat, be they man, beast, Phantasm or God.”  Pressing her impressive bust into the heated rod of flesh, clumps of cock pap squelched between and around the mounds of fatty tissue, her nipples scraping the member clean.  The composed expression on the older looking blonde bloomed into a bright shade of red, as she ground not just her breasts but entire body into the stiff shaft and her breathing began to come short and raspy.

To better manipulate her breasts like they were some sort of cleaning rag, the bustier Artoria buried her hands, and the protesting Saber held in one of them, into the filth, licking up what she could from between her breasts.  The high concentration of Mana infused in the slop had her greedily consuming the moist paste, but the foul, addictive taste had her savor eat bite as she allowed her saliva to partially dissolve the mess before swallowing.  Though, not forgetting her King’s orders, she made sure to drag the tiny Saber through and encase her entirely in the ‘Royal Dick Cheese’ as was the official name Mordred had given the waste byproduct.

As she was doing her duty, however, the Lancer felt a hand grab her own as the golden eyed, black crowned Alter of herself pulled them closer until their breasts were touching.  “Not so fast, White One.  Our King ordered the both of us to attend to her, correct?”  Her face and chest were likewise smeared with Mordred’s smegma, ruining the otherwise regally composed face she was making.

“Oh, you are correct, Black One.  My apologies.”  Her neutral face cracking into a gentle smile, she pressed the small Artoria into a clump of mush between them and pulled the other Lancer in so their breasts pressed in from either side.  “For our King.”

Nodding in agreement, she began to grind her body against the behemoth cock in time with her other.  “For our King.”

Sandwiched between the endowments of two, more physically mature versions of herself while buried in the smegma of her titanic son, Artoria wasn’t able to take a good breath before being submerged and was at risk of drowning in the sticky mush.  Her nose both burned from the offensive smell and was clogged, so she had no choice but to open her mouth to try and breathe, but all that entered was the uncleaned leftovers from Mordred’s sexual relief.  Desperate for air, she swallowed, ate and licked up the area she kept getting dragged around.  Unsure of what, if any, progress she was making since with each push and pull of the massive mammaries roughly shoving her around, fresh smegma filled the area she had licked clean, after minutes of eating without finding so much as a pocket of air, Artoria realized that as she ate, and the magical energies in the thick paste entered her body, she didn’t need to breathe anymore!

“At this rate, I could be trapped in this filth forever.”  While the idea of spending her days in Chaldea living as some sort of parasite consuming the leftovers of Mordred’s ejaculations that she was too lazy to clean off properly disturbed her, each mouthful of the junk she swallowed began to taste better and better.  “Well… it’s at least more flavorful than the food we had in Camelot…”  Not even aware of the dangerous thought surfacing in her mind, Artoria’s gluttony began to show through as she used her hands less for stabilization and more to scoop up the seemingly endless supply of smegma around her.

Almost more than the physical pleasure she got from the two Goddess Lancers attending to her cock so passionately, Mordred loved the sight of her beautiful Father dirtied and defiled by her.  Even though she couldn’t see the blue Saber, she was becoming painfully erect in the knowledge that she could finally prove that she deserved to succeed the King of Knights.

“Aaah…  Ahh, shit!  Father…  I… I’m gonna…”  Tension building in her scrotum, the Knight of Rebellion knew her conquest was near its completion as Mana swirled in her balls.  Sneering almost menacingly, with a sense of affectionate relief in her eyes, she felt it was time to complete, perfect and deploy her newest Noble Phantasm.  “Heh, I am now king, and you will follow my path. I will destroy all of your resistance and have you serve me in peace!”  Focusing all her magical energy into the rush of thick cum getting propelled up her dick as it twitched violently enough to knock the two busty Artorias onto the bed, she threw her head back in ecstasy and victory.  “Clarent.  Cum.  Arthur!”  Shooting high in the air, like a fountain of milky-white gravy, Mordred holds nothing back as she ejaculates.  The mess rains down onto her chest, stomach, cock and balls, as well as completely drenching the two Lancers from head to toe.  As the final spurts drip down over her satisfied member, she feels a swell of accomplishment having finally proven her superiority over her father.  Sticking a finger into the oozing cum as it poured down her shaft, she scraped up a section onto her nail and pulled it out, revealing the exhausted, cum soaked Saber gasping for air.  “Father, I thought I told you to clean my dick, not make me nut and dirty it even more.  At this rate, I think I’m going to have to keep you as my personal cock cleaner permanently.”

Attempting to wipe the almost gelatinous substance off as it clung to her body, Artoria felt a sense of shame for failing to clean her son’s dick like she was told.  “I… I didn’t…  Mordred, please forgi-!?  Wait, what am I thinking!?”  After being bathed in a fresh and potent shot of semen, Artoria felt her Saint Graph improve and her skills strengthen.  With it, her instincts alerted her of the haze in her mind, clouding and biasing her thoughts towards the gigantic Saber.  Shaking her head to try and clear the haze, it persisted as she licked her lips unconsciously.  “I am… King Arthur!  N-Not… not some…”

“It’s no use trying to fight it, Father.  All I needed to do to complete my new Noble Phantasm was hit you with it.  Trust me, I’ve had plenty of practice on all of your alternatives.”  Seeing the smaller Saber struggle to resist was entertaining in and of itself, but Mordred wanted her to know her new place.  “It doesn’t hurt you physically, but now you know that I am the rightful heir to your throne and that you serve your king faithfully.”  Looking to the two Lancers by her side as they got up and began cleaning themselves off, she held up their weapons.  “And as for you two.  You didn’t do your jobs and only made a bigger mess to clean up.  I’m keeping these.”

Watching on as the muscular Saber slowly inserted their Sacred Lances into her softening dick, neither Lancer said a word of protest.

Slowly rubbing the underside of her member to push the powerful weapons-turned-sex toys deeper towards her balls, Mordred sighed content.  “Fuck, nothing beats getting ‘stuck’ with your Rhongomyniad, especially Storm Father’s with those spiky seals.  They scrape nice and deep.”  Holding her mostly flaccid phallus, she looked at the blue Saber in her hand and smirked at an idea.  “You know, Father.  Since you do such a terrible job on the outside of my majestic cock, maybe we should see how you do on the inside.”  Snickering at the thought of either the smaller blonde either trying to pull herself free on her dick slit or her legs flailing from it, her nearly limitless libido started to flare up again.

“W-What!?”  Hearing the terrifying suggestion, Artoria looked up to see the serious, mischievous grin on her son’s face.  “It’s no idle threat…  That behemoth of a phallus could easily swallow my body whole.”  Her heart racing and cold sweat mixing with the cooling ejaculate still sticking to her body, she froze.  “Nothing I say will-”

“Don’t you think you’re being a bit too harsh on older me, Mordy?”  Speaking up as she carefully picked up the golden crowned Lancer and sat in a puddle of Mordred’s spunk without hesitation, the white dressed Artoria placed a hand on the red-clad Saber’s shoulder.  “She hasn’t even been here a day yet.  Go a bit easier on her, okay?”  Smiling gently to her supposed son, she took a firm hold of the softened member and leaned down a bit to take a nice, long drag of her tongue up it’s length.  Sitting up with cum soaked lips, dribbles dripping down her chin, she swallowed with a look of devious innocence.

Blushing, Mordred started getting hard again from the sight alone.  “F-Fine… but only because I know you can do a better job, Dad.”

“Give Father to me for a bit.”  Waddling over to the other bed, the pregnant Mordred held out her hand while Ritsuka sat on her baby bump, smiling like the charming little bastard he always was.  “I’ll wash him up a bit.”

“Sure, take him.”  More focused on watching the white dressed Artoria licking her dick, Mordred handed the smallest Artoria in the room over.

“‘Clarent Cum Arthur’ though?”  As she went back over to her own bed, the tanned tomboyish Servant giggled as she heard their younger father comment on the name her other chose for the Artoria-dominating Noble Phantasm.

“Sh-sh-shut it, Dad.  You know that little Da Vinci said the name was important!”  The brawny King defended.

“Look at Father, still licking his lips while trying to get that sticky cum off.”  Setting Artoria onto her stomach as she laid back on her bed, the tanned Mordred pulled up  her long blouse to reveal the red and black bikini she wore under it and reached behind her neck to untie it.

Despite having scraped most of her son’s jizz off of her body Artoria still felt as if it was dripping off of her, but worse was how natural it felt to her now.  “It feels as though it seeped into my every pore, like part of my body has become Lord Mordred’s seed.”  However, in an effort to distract from the heat building in her loins, she continued to try and clean her ‘defiled’ body.

“Sorry about Mo-san.  I think she’s just excited to see you.”  Approaching the cum-soaked Servant, Ritsuka offered the King of Knights an apology on his Servant’s behalf.

“Lord Mordred’s behavior is no-!?  Master!?”  Because all the other Servants around her were so big in comparison, she wasn’t able to properly gauge her size in relation to everything else.  But now that she was standing so close to what felt like the one constant in Chaldea, Artoria realized how big she had gotten.  His head barely reached her belly button now!  Also, for some reason he wasn’t wearing any clothes.  “You’re… you’re so small…”  Reaching out towards him, the scent and taste of Mordred’s seed was driving her crazy as her womanhood was dripping wet.

“To you, and everyone else, I suppose.  Then again, I don’t get to grow from bathing in Mo-san’s spunk.”  Chuckling as the Saber picked him up with ease to inspect him, he knew he couldn’t fight off a Servant’s strength normally, so simply didn’t resist.

“Master…  You are my Master, and yet…”  Focusing on his crotch, Artoria’s lust was on the tipping point.  While in life, she was able to control her libido, especially after her seed for making an heir with Guinevere was stolen by her half-sister, Morgan le Fay, for some reason she couldn’t anymore.

Untying her bikini top and revealing her swollen, leaking breasts, the tanned Mordred saw her Master being held by her father and shrugged, picking them both up.  “Alright, I guess Master is getting a milk shower too then.”  Holding them in front of her exposed nipple, she squeezed her breast with her free hand, spraying the two with rich, sweet smelling milk.

Holding her Master in her hands, as they get sprayed by Mordred’s milk Artoria is forced to adjust her grip on the smaller man as he grows smaller still.  With a new, syrupy flavor entering her mouth, as she licks her lips and takes in the Mana infused in it, Artoria can feel it spread throughout her body.  “Even her breast milk!?”  But the growing Saber didn’t have time to spare on such a thought for too long as her sex began aching for attention from the overstimulation of such concentration amounts of Mana flowing into her.  Without thinking, she clasped her hands over her sensitive folds and instinctually started rubbing it, only to realize she was still holding the young Master!  “Ah!  M-Master…  Master, I…  I…”  Trying to stop and release him or apologize at the very least, she failed to do either and instead ground him more forcefully into her soft, unused womanhood.

However, this was far from the inept Magus’ first rodeo, and quickly matched the lustful Saber’s pace, licking at the nectar dripping from her folds as it mixed with Saber Modred’s leftover jizz and Rider Mordred’s breast milk.  “Don’t worry Artoria, if anything it’s my responsibility to satisfy you.”  Communicating through the Master/Servant telepathic bond, he reassured her that he was more than willing to reciprocate her amorous feelings.  “Been a while since I’ve been used by someone so small.”

Being granted his consent, the King of Knights couldn’t hold back the burning desires that welled up from deep inside of her.  Penetrating herself with Ritsuka’s erection, she collapsed on top of him and continued to slam her hips down on him repeatedly.  Other than a subconscious concern for his safety, she thought of nothing but the pleasure she never indulged in in her previous life.

“You’re looking like a beast in heat there, Father.  Do you like Master’s cock that much?”  Giggling at the sight in her hand as she squeezed her breast some more, the tanned Mordred watched in amusement as her respected Father shook her hips like a crazed animal over Ritsuka.

Noticing the fun out of the corner of her eye as she was watching the young Artoria clean up the smaller Lancers after she finished licking her clean, Mordred remembered a time when she too could ride Ritsuka’s dick like that.  Even before growing so large, she’d gotten into the habit of busting into his room when she felt even the slightest bit horny.  Since the white dressed Artoria was busy deep-throating the Storm King’s upper torso while the Lion King awaited her turn, Mordred was free to move.

“I think we should get to join in on the fun too, don’t you?”  Grabbing blue Saber and their Master from her other’s hand, Mordred dropped them onto the tip of her cock as it was already getting hard once more.

Licking her lips, the bikini-wearing Servant flipped over onto her distended belly and pulled at one of the knots holding her bottoms in place.  “It’s about time.  Do you know how long it’s been since we fucked!?”  Wiggling her butt in the bulky Saber’s directing, the flood of fluids from her sex showed just how horny she was.

Barely paying attention to what was happening around her, it was only after a dark shadow fell over her that Artoria looked up and saw the butt and dripping slit of her tanned son over head.  However, even knowing what was coming next without being told, the heat and atmosphere from atop the gigantic futanari’s cock had her continuing to ride the willingly helpless Master instead of escaping.

“Heh, nothing to say, Father?  Well, I am an impressive sight, so looking on in awe is expected I guess.”  Smirking down at her former King, Mordred took aim with her erect member and slowly brought it up towards the undulating pussy.  “Ironic, innit?  Last time we saw each other, you plunged your Sacred Lance through me.  Now, I’m about to stick you deep in ‘me’ with my superior ‘lance’.”  Not waiting a second longer, she thrust her cock forward, sending it, and her Master and Father, to the deepest depths of the Summer Servant’s sex.

Rocked hard by the forceful entry to the point of almost losing her balance, the tan Mordred slammed her hips back onto her Saber counterpart without regard for the fact that she was currently pregnant.  “C’mon!  I’ve been waiting for that meat stick all day and that’s the best you’ve got?”  Tightening her vaginal muscles around the twitching erection, she looked back over her shoulder with a wild grin.

Mirroring the Rider’s enthusiastic grim with her own, Mordred grabbed ahold of her hips and pulled her until she was as deep as she could get, not quite bottoming out.  “Just making sure Father gets in the best position.”

It was unbelievably tight inside of the pregnant Mordred’s vaginal tunnel, as the folds of flesh held Artoria in place after the means of their entry into the wet, hot space retreated temporarily.  The stuffy scent of her son’s sex filled her lungs and clouded her already lust addled mind.  Thick nectar filled her mouth as she continued to satisfy herself with Ritsuka’s body.  “Th-this… This must be Avalon.”  Believing herself to be in paradise, when the girthy manhood of her son rammed into her again, driving her further into her other son’s pussy, she almost lost her grip on the young Magus that was making her feel so good.  He had gotten so small, or rather she had gotten so big, that she was able to feed his legs into her wanting sex, and was the Saber outside had begun to pump her cock into the colossal sex, she slowly fed more and more of his body inside of her.  “Master, get inside of me.  You feel wonderful and it’s safer.”  Getting battered by Mordred’s manhood, though, didn’t bother the Once and Future King.  In fact, there was a part of her, one that formed in the haze that had been diffusing itself in her mind since getting hit by the treacherous knight’s new Noble Phantasm, that craved it.  Each thrust made her feel accomplished and fulfilled.  Though she was still trying to deny it, right now Mordred, her illegitimate son was truly…  “My King…”

A the shame of being so thoroughly defeated mixed with the sexual gratification she felt and after a particularly forceful thrust sandwiched her between the majestic, Anti-Artoria phallus and the back wall of the tan Mordred’s pussy, she tightened up on Ritsuka enough to make him climax inside of her.

As the influx of his Mana pushed her to the edge of her own lust, the twitching of the behemoth pinning her raised her expectations as the slit at the end dilated and bathed her in a deluge of hot, viscous, delicious futacum.  Mordred had shot her load right in Artoria’s face, forcing some down her throat, which she readily swallowed as the sex encasing them tightened in orgasm..  Their bizarre foursome had resulted in all of them climaxing at roughly the same time, but the narrow space the blue Saber occupied rapidly diminished as her body stretched down the length of the massive member.

Dragged along with Mordred’s cock, the cool sensation of fresh air on her feet began to spread up her body as her body fell from the cum-soaked womanhood.

“Hey, would you look at that?  Father’s not so tiny anymore.”  Having felt the rapid growth spurt at the end of the pleasure session, Mordred held her dick aside to see Artoria as she laid, panting for air on the bed as her jizz leaked from the cream pie she just made above.  Slamming her semi-flaccid member down on the blue Saber for measurement, her dick still had the slight edge.  “Heh, about as big as my dick.  That’s what you are, Father.  Almost as strong as my dick.”  Smirking, she slapped her cock down on Artoria a few times before just letting it lay on top of her.  “Maybe we should stop holding back then.”

“It’s heavy… but now I should…”  Her increased size giving her the hope necessary to fight off the haze in her mind, the King of Knights pooled her strength into her arms and started to lift the colossal cock off of her.  However, even as she could tell she was still growing, for the diminishing physical presence of the young man in her crotch, not only did it not become easier to lift the behemoth, it actually got heavier and her arms failed her, dropping the phallus on her once more.

Chuckling at her failed attempt to escape, Mordred pressed down on the top of her dick.  “Weak!  Father, just accept that we’re superior to you, and always will be.”

“Wh-What!?”  Looking up, she could see both Mordred’s bodies growing, but the surroundings grew proportionally with them, making her second guess herself if she were, in fact, growing at all, or now shrinking.  If not for the size constant of their Master inside of her and the white Saber coming into view, kneeling next to her, she would have assumed the latter, but the younger Artoria no longer towering over her as much.  “How?”

“Quite confusing, isn’t it?  It’s actually very simple though.”  Scooping up some globs of ejaculant on the sheets, the less-experienced Saber giggled at being able to teach her older self something.  “Essentially, this Chaldea is one big Singularity to accommodate our sons’ sizes.  The more they grow, the bigger this Chaldea gets, so they don’t have to worry about destroying the place by getting too big.  The only reason they were so small was because it’s inconvenient interacting with Master for them.  The summoning chamber you arrived in connects to here, so Master can continue to bring in more subjects for Mordy’s kingdom.”

As the more innocent version of herself explained, Artoria felt her size begin to stabilize.  She was still quite a bit shorter than her younger self, probably about as tall as her waist, but she had undoubtedly stopped growing.

“Seems that Father hasn’t quite learned his place yet.  Thinking he could fight back just because he got a tiny bit bigger.”  However, the same could not be said about the two Mordreds.  Smiling down sinisterly, dripping cock in hand as she angled the slit towards the blue Saber.

Roughly sitting on the mattress after turning around to face them, the tanned Mordred smiled mischievously down at the outclassed Servant as well.  “Well… we have time.  I’d say it’s about time we teach him what our relationship is now.”

“Sure, but first let’s get Dad to get Master out of him.”  Activating her Mana Burst skill, the gargantuan Saber infused her flaccid dick in volatile magical energy, instantly regaining her erection, and enhancing it well beyond its natural size.  “I don’t want to be as gentle this time.”

The faint bit of defiant spirit that was still in her snuffed out just by the sight of the raging boner of her son, Artoria nervously swallowed the saliva rapidly filling her mouth.  “What a fool I was…”

Caught in the shadow as the Saber reached down to pick her up, Artoria didn’t resist, and instead licked her lips.

Absolute Demonic Front, 2655 B.C.

Mesopotamia, Uruk

While the nights can carry a dreadful chill and the midday sun can scorch the land, the mornings of Mesopotamia are welcomingly temperate and mild.  However, as the emissaries from across the bounds of time entered the grand throne room of Uruk’s king, it wasn’t a leisurely day of odd jobs or preparation to fight against the horde of Demonic Beasts that they needed to contend with, but the hidden threat awakened by the design of a calculating manipulator.

But even in the face of the immortal and unkillable Beast of Humanity II: Tiamat, clever, lateral thinking presented an opportunity to vanquish the threat she posed, and while the goddess of the Underworld could assist in bringing down her mother once and for all, there was still the problem of delay Tiamat on the path of carnage.  A problem that, as revealed by the troublesome, awkward patron goddess of Uruk, they no longer had a solution for as she had lost the mightiest of Mesopotamian Divine Beasts: Gugalanna, the Bull of Heaven.

However, as revealed the night prior, the wise, arrogant king that ruled over Uruk and led his people in a hopeless struggle for survival wasn’t about to allow impossible odds to dour his mood.  Even if Uruk is fated to fall and possibly fade from history as if it never existed, even if the King of Mages, Solomon, fulfilled his plans to incinerate the Human Order with his Singularities and Bands of Light, the golden-haired demi-god would fight to his last, glorious breath.  “It's dawn! Did everyone get enough rest? Then I shall brief you all on last night's survey results! Look here!”

In combination with the technology the Chaldeans had brought with them as a means of communication and his magecraft, a three-dimensional holographic display of their foe appeared with different data points, charts, and calculations running in realtime.  Beast II’s mostly humanoid form was adorned with multiple, massive back-curling horns far larger than her body.  There was nothing in the display to convey just how massive of a lifeform she was but her scale couldn’t be understated by just that.  With a step, she could make mountains bow and split seas.

“Oh. This is a diagram of Tiamat's true form? This is made really well. How'd you do it?”  The blonde, Aztec goddess of their group asked, impressed with the quality of the hologram as much as she was by the detailed information displayed.

“Hehe, it's a collaboration between me and Uruk's priests!”  The Acting Director of Chaldea boasted, proud of his work and the recognition it received.  “Based on their information, I polished it up!”

“Yes. Good work on that front. But now, take a look at her legs.”  Quick to divert the conversation back to their primary goal, the blonde king motioned to the display and in particular, Tiamat’s legs.  “From last night til dawn, we received several reports from the surviving academic facilities near the coast.  ‘Tiamat is walking on the water's surface.  It doesn't look like she can control her own weight.  We hypothesize that those legs may be too thin to support that giant body. We should assume Tiamat can only walk on water.’  That was the final report.”  Granting his fallen academics a moment of silence for their bravery and hard work until the very end, he continued.  “Both myself and Chaldea believe this theory is dead-on.  If it wasn't, there's little reason to encroach on the land like that.  Its purpose is to engulf the land, but at the same time it creates a pathway for Tiamat.”

“Right. Like rails for trains. We think it's a path made for her to travel.”

“Even if we can't kill Tiamat on land, if we get rid of the ocean around her, we can stop her movement.  Therefore, our combat objective shifts from Tiamat to that black mud. We will remove it entirely!”  Laying out the new plan of attack, the blonde king crossed his arms and smiled confidently.  Unlike fighting a Beast of Humanity head-on, drying up an ocean felt far more manageable.

“Chaldea has named that black mud, ‘Encroaching Ocean: Chaos Tide.’ They're feverishly analyzing a way to revert it to normal seawater.”  Chaldea’s Acting Director said.  “If they make it in time, we can delay Tiamat's arrival at Uruk-”

However, before he could finish, a soldier of Uruk ran into the throne room of the grand ziggurat.  “King Gilgamesh! A report from the south observation post! Tiamat has resumed her advance!”  He reported loudly between labored breaths.  “Three hours till she reaches the ruins of Girsu City! We estimate eight more hours until she reaches Uruk City!”

“That's half a day earlier than expected!”  The panic returned to the pink-haired doctor’s voice, the situation was looking grim once more.  “Even if we analyze in time, we won't have time to get rid of the Chaos Tide!”

Furrowing his brows once more, there was nothing to be done if their enemy wasn’t going to give them the time they needed to prepare for her.  All Gilgamesh could do now was focus on whatever options were still left for them to do.  “Ugh, she is an early riser for such a massive creature. If so, we must destroy those legs, even if it seems impossible!  General, take fifty elites from the wall! We will ride to battle!”

Nodding, the soldier ran off to carry out his king’s orders.

“We’ll come with you, King Gilgamesh!”  The dark-haired Master from Chaldea said without a moment’s hesitation.  Turning to his lilac-haired companion in dark armor, he smiled softly.  “Right, Mash?”

“Yes, Senpai!”  Returning his smile with a confident grin herself, the frail-looking yet battle-tested Demi-Servant manifested her huge shield.

Looking to the other Servants and Goddesses in the room left from the battle against Gorgon, the young Magus didn’t need to ask for them to come to their aid.  Even for as selfish and bratty Ishtar could be, she wasn’t going to let her mother destroy her Mesotopamia, and the blonde Aztec deity had already admitted to her involvement in this Singularity was to save humanity.

“Ahhhah…  If only Kuku’s sunstone wasn’t broken,” heaving a long sigh, the jaguar-themed onesie-wearing woman in the room rested her polearm with a giant, cartoony, cat’s paw tip across her shoulders and started to leave the room.  “Drying up some mud would have been no problem fur her paw-some fla-nyah!?”

However, before she could finish, the poncho-wearing Lucha Libre enthusiast appeared behind the feline goddess and wrapped her arms around the girl’s stomach.  Lifting her quickly and bending over backward, she slammed the loudmouthed deity into the stone floor, cracking several of the tiles.  “You talk too much.”  Without any of her usual jubilance or upbeat energy, the blonde goddess said as she stood up.  But the damage had been done, and when she looked at the handsome young man that had bested her in combat, the shock and guilt on his face hurt more than when Merlin tricked her into inadvertently attacking Gorgon’s Bloodfort and she received the punishment for breaking their contract.  “Oh, no, no, no.  No frowns, yes!  Ritsuka fought bravely and won.  Onee-san was happy you held nothing back.  You have nothing to be ashamed of.  Estar orgulloso de ti mismo, yes!”

“B-But…”  Leaning against a pillar to support himself, Ritsuka grit his teeth.  Was it the right call to destroy it?  We beat Quetzalcoatl, but now it’s denied us a potential solution to an even larger threat.  His whole journey so far being made of near misses and narrow, sometimes phyric victories, it was a miracle that a Mage as inept as him had made it this far.  Multiple allies and enemies he had met along the way had said as much, but it was because he did the best with what he had that he was able to squeeze out victories from certain defeat.  It’s just dumb luck!  I’m not a great tactician, warrior, or leader…  A barely qualify as a Master.  I’m just lucky that better, more qualified people and Servants have made larger contributions and sacrifices.  Damn it!  I’m sure a fool!

Wanting to help her Master, Mash hesitated to put her hand on his shoulder.  “S-Senpai?”

All I’m good for is an anchor point so someone more qualified can save the day, right Alaya?  Well then, take whatever you want, I’ll pay any price!  Clenching his fist, the dark-haired boy turned his gaze to the ceiling and the sky beyond.  “Just send somebody to help us, please!”

Yelling with all his heart and soul, desperate to save Uruk, his friends, and his world, Ritsuka’s cry echoed out of the gigantic structure and far into the distance.  The Command Seals on his right hand lit up in a blinding glow and suddenly, the ground shook violently as a thunderous crash roared out deafeningly.

“What in the Underworld just happened!”  Steadying himself so’s not to fall over, Gilgamesh looked to the main entrance of his throne room as a soldier came running in.

“K-King Gilgamesh!  Th-There’s…  Outside the city walls…”  Stumbling over his words like a newborn fawn, the man couldn’t finish his report properly.

“Fool!  Don’t allow fear to prevent you from fulfilling your duty!  If you must feel fear, use it to-”

Cutting off the great king, though, a loud voice shook the room.  “Huh!?  Where the hell am I?”

“Huh?  S-Senpai, is that…?”  Mash asked, looking to Chaldea’s final Master.

The voice wasn’t one that either of them hadn’t heard before.  In fact, she was both an invaluable ally and an unrelenting foe during their mission to correct the Singularities.  The rough, boisterous, unflappably confident knight that charged into battle with a smile was one of the most memorable and recognizable Servants they had encountered.  “Mordred?!”  Rushing out of the throne room, Ritsuka ran outside to see what was going on.

Standing on the highest tier of the ziggurat’s terraces, Ritsuka, and everyone else who followed him stared up in shock, confusion, and awe at the towering wall of flesh facing them from the east.  Dressed down in the red leather outfit she wore under her heavy plate armor, even only seeing the red Saber Servant from the back was enough to confirm it was the Knight of Treachery, Mordred Pendragon.  However, her muscles were bulkier and more defined than either Ritsuka or Mash remembered, with broader shoulders, and from the angle they were looking at her from, significantly larger breasts that strained the red tube top she wore.

But the increased ratio of muscle mass and definition were not the most surprising change the blonde tomboy had undergone.  Across their time during the Grand Order, they had encountered a multitude of Servants that had similar Spirit Origins roots that had been altered slightly.  Like with the Lion King in Camelot, the various Alters across several Singularities, or what happened during the summer just several months prior, seeing a different version of the same Servant was old hat by now.  However, the sheer size of this Mordred was something entirely unprecedented.  She was sitting outside of the city’s walls, yet sat taller than even the ziggurat.

“Huh?!  S-Sir Mordred!?  Our sensors are registering a Spirit Origin similar to Sir Mordred, but these can’t be right!”  The pink-haired man communicating to them from Chaldea in the future said.

“No, Doctor, you’re not wrong,” Mash confirmed as she stared up at the gigantic Servant.  “I have visual confirmation of a giant being that resembles Saber Servant, Mordred.”

“Giant?  That doesn’t make any sense.  There are no legends that I know of that-”

“Huh?  Oh!  Hey, Master!  Where am I?  Why’re ya back in Babylonia?  Need ta get some farming done?”  Looking over her should down at the group on the ziggurat, Mordred’s emerald eyes lit up when she saw the Japanese boy and she turned around in her spot to face them.  The ground shook with every motion she make, from planting her hands to stabilize herself to resettling her weight in the gigantic crater her rear made.  Thankfully though, she was careful to not damage the city as she repositioned herself, though the same consideration wasn’t given to hiding the thick, flaccid member that hung from her crotch and settled on the ground between her powerful, muscular thighs.  “Hmm?  Wait.  You’re not my Master, and what’re those goddesses doing here?  What’s going on here?”

Rather than answer the titanic Servant, though, everyone was too shocked by her size and the brazen disregard for her male organ hanging out for all to see.  Mash was blushing intensely, hiding her face in her hands, peeking out at the steaming rod of flesh.  Ishtar just stared, blushing with her mouth agape, and Quetzalcoatl was impressed but not all too embarrassed.  If he was shocked, Gilgamesh didn’t let it show on his face, at least not the fact that the gigantic Servant’s huge cock was out, though her sheer size did catch him off guard.

How is she so big?  And why does she…  No, I’ve never seen Mordred naked before.  Did she always have one?  But this Mordred is different than the one I know in other ways too…  Trying to say something, Ritsuka just made incoherent noises as he stared, his eyes traveling up from her behemoth of a dick, over her beautiful, washboard abs, and to her breasts as the bouncing and swaying that her turning around caused began to settle.

However, to Mordred, it looked like Ritsuka was trying to answer her, she just couldn’t hear him well with all the people in the city screaming and the soldiers on the walls getting ready to attack her.  “What was that?  Ugh, screw it.  Just a sec, Master.”  Leaning forward, the blonde knight reached all the way from outside of the wall to the ziggurat’s top terrace, and with a level of finesse and delicacy that would normally not be associated with someone so reliant on brute strength to solve her problems, plucked the young Master up and brought him back, setting him on her abs.  “There.  If you’re anything like my Master, you’ll love it there.  I was just doing some crunches too, so my sweat should be good and thick for ya!”

The scent surrounding Ritsuka was intense, to say the least indeed.  He was able to comfortably sit in the ridge of her abdominal muscles and the amount of sweat surrounding him was no joke.  The odor swirling around him was equally potent, enough to leave him light-headed from a lack of oxygen to breathe.  It stinks so much, I can barely think straight.  He thought, yet his body refused to move in a way that would decrease the amount of her foul odor he took in.  Rather, he took a few more deep breaths that helped to relax him as looked up at the low-hanging ceiling of her sweaty underboob.  “U-Uh…  T-Tiamat, c-c-coming.  We c-can’t…  Please, help.”  Focusing on a drop of sweat forming above him, he absentmindedly attempted to fill her in on the situation.  “How?  So big?”

“Hmm…  Ah!  Okay.  You’re getting ready to go fight Tiamat now, ain’tcha?  Well, shit, I never got a chance to fight her like this!”  Parsing together the situation thanks to her knowledge filling in the gaps in Ritsuka’s explanation, Mordred smirked.  Though, trying to explain that ‘Pruning Theory’ thing the little Da Vinci told us about would be too complicated, not that I really understand it to begin with.  Best I can tell, this is a timeline that could get the axe if things go south.  “Don’t worry, Master.  Since you’re my ‘Queen’, I’ll always come to yer side if ya need me.  I don’t keep myself in the Saber support slot for nothing!”  Not willing to explain further, just the thought that a version of her beloved Master could end up being ‘pruned’ didn’t sit well with her.  Well, since I’m here, I ain’t gonna let it happen.  I think I know exactly how to deal with Tiamat too.  Though a little assistance wouldn’t hurt.

‘Queen’?  ‘Saber support slot’?  What’s she tal-!?  M-Mordred!?  Confused even further by the gigantic Servant’s non-explanation, Ritsuka didn’t have time to try and make sense of it before he saw her grab the bottom hem of her tube top and yank it up.  Pinching his nose for fear of the intense stimulus threatening to give her a nose bleed, and quickly looks away and stabilizes himself on her abs.  “M-Mordred?!  Wh-What are you doing?”

Her huge, bare breasts bounced in the air as she tossed the leather top to the side.  The nearby plains got flattened a bit by the weighty piece of clothing, but it quickly vanished after settling, leaving only a long crater in its wake.  Taking off her detached sleeve and collar next, Mordred similarly discarded them, damaging the surrounding landscape before they reverted to spirit form.  “Hmm?  Whaddya mean, Dumbass Temp. Master?  I gotta get ready ta fight Tiamat, don’t I?”  Getting up to take off her leather faulds, black stockings, and red, heeled boots.  As she stood up, though, her free-hanging cock lightly brushed the top of a section of the east wall, causing a part of it to collapse.

Ritsuka also slipped from her abdomen as she bent over to stand, falling to the girthy beast and clinging to it as she got undressed.  It’s so big and warm.  What happened to this Mordred?  With the ground so far below them, the young Mage had no choice but to hold on to the gigantic phallus, even as the Saber’s warmth and scent continued to assault his senses and muddy his mind.  It stinks!  Does she even wash it?

“S-Senpai!  Be careful!”  Left to watch from the ziggurat, Mash wasn’t too worried about her frail Master when the muscled giantess took him, but seeing him have to hold on so desperately to not fall was sending her into a panic.  Momentarily, her embarrassment for looking at a bare male member was forgotten as she cried out.  “Mordred!  Senpai is going to fall!”

Tossing her last boot to the side and standing tall in her completely nude form, Mordred looked down at her stomach to where Ritsuka should have been but then saw the small teen holding on to the base of her cock instead and blushed slightly.  Oops, almost hurt him.  It’s been so long since I’ve had to worry about my Master, guess I’ll do what I did back then.  Bending over to reach across the city, the blonde Saber paid no mind to the dozens of people that stared up at her massive body as her breast hung over them.  Carefully picking up Mash, Quetzalcoatl, Jaguar Warrior, and Ishtar, she stood back up and deposited them on her limp member, placing Mash closer to Ritsuka than the rest.  “Alright, listen up!  I’m gunna go take care of you’re scorned mommy problem, but I need some help getting in the mood.  I need my dick to be nice and hard by the time we get there, understood?”  She announced, staring down at the three divine beings on her shaft.  “And Mash, you’ll make sure Master doesn’t fall off or get hurt.”

“Huuuuuuuuh!?  Just who do you thi-anh~”  Looking up to voice her complaints at being given such a humiliation role, the ravenette Mesopotamian goddess paused as her vessel heated up and lust gripped her body.  The foul smell of Mordred’s unwashed member, the sensation of her fingers sinking into the soft flesh, the satisfying comfort of rubbing her body against it, it was all so intoxicating.  Huh?  Huh!?  Wh-What’s happening to me!?  She thought as her face leaned in close and she dragged her tongue across the salty male sex.  The flavor spread across her tongue and the scent filled her nose and lungs, stoking her arousal even more as she pressed her body into Mordred’s cock and pinched her own nipples.  Why can’t I stop myself?!  I can’t!  I’m a goddess!  I c-can’t just… for s-something l-like thing!  Ahhhhn~  But…  But…

Glancing around, Ishtar saw that both Quetzalcoatl and Jaguar Warrior had fared no better than her as they licked at, massaged, and rubbed their bodies into the pulsating, meaty shaft.  Not even the shame of knowing what was left of her civilization’s citizens was watching as she attempted to please the titanic Saber could get her to stop.

“Hmm?  Oh, yeah.  Don’t bother tryin’ to fight it.  Even though it’s designed to subjugate Father, I haven’t met a Servant yet that can resist my cock.  Just enjoy yourselves, you’re doing a good job.”  Smirking down at Ishtar as she glared up at her, Mordred turned in the direction she sensed a powerful Spirit Origin.  Walking off towards Beast II, the blonde looked over her shoulder, waving to Uruk and Gilgamesh.  “Don’t worry, I got this.  Just sit tight!”

Watching as the toned, yet soft-looking, rear of the gigantic Servant disappeared over the horizon, King Gilgamesh strained to keep his confident smile as his eye twitched in rage.  “You damn well better, you mongrel.  And when you get back, we’ll discuss reparations for the damage you cause my city.”

It was difficult for someone with just human-level strength to stay on Mordred’s massive member as she headed towards the Primordial Goddess.  Each step she took had her thick thighs knocking the dangling phallus from side to side while the efforts of the three goddesses were causing the squish flesh to expand and harden.  If not for her attentiveness and diligence, Ritsuka would have long fallen from Mordred’s body, but Mash was keeping him in place between her and Mordred’s dick.  “A-Are you alright, Master?”  She asked, her face lit up in embarrassment and arousal as the fumes clinging to the gigantic Saber’s body started to get to her as well.  Tightening her hold on the stiffening, warming shaft, her breathing became shallow and labored.  She was pressing her body into his without concern for how close they had become, and either didn’t notice or couldn’t stop herself from grinding her hips into him.  “D-Don’t worry.  I w-won’t let you fall.  We’ll get th-through this.  T-T-Together.”

Staring up at his beautiful kouhai as she smiled to reassure him, everything else had been stimulating him too much to resist both her charm and Mordred’s heavy, intoxicating scent.  As she began to lower her face, he blushed uncontrollably.  “M-Mash!?”  There were others in Chaldea that had larger breasts than the Shielder Demi-Servant, but that didn’t mean the squishy pair of breasts pressing down on him were small by any measure.  Their weight and heft as they spread out over his core weren’t to be ignored or understated.

“Sorry, Master.  J-Just hold on, please, and bear with me.”  She said as she closed her plump thighs around his erection and lowered her face.  “My body f-feels all warm and fuzzy, S-Senpai.  I c-can’t…”  Rubbing her thighs together, Mash lowered her face so that her cheek was touching and rubbing his as she licked Mordred’s cock.  “Ahn~!  S-Senpai…  Senpai!”

Pressed harder into the decreasingly squishy flesh behind him, the softness of the Demi-Servant’s thighs teased him closer and closer to climax, even through his pants.  Whether intensional or not, she was pleasuring him as much as she was trying to accommodate Mordred.  “M-Mash!?  St-Stop.  What are you…?”  His voice came out weakly as the pressure around his member increased with deliberate intent.

“Hmmhmmmmm?  Ah, Senpai~, what a cute voice.”  Mash teased, gently biting Mordred’s flesh as she cuddled closer to the young Magus.  “Come on, Senpai.  We need to ‘help’ Mordred.  Don’t worry, I won’t let you fall off.”

Help Mordred?  There’s got to be a better wa-!  Trying to think of a way to bring the lilac-haired girl back to her senses, he remembered how limited their options were thanks to him.  Even if it was embarrassing, Mordred through sheer size was able to contend with Tiamat.  There was no other way to even attempt to delay Tiamat, not without Quetzalcoatl’s Piedra del Sol.  “R-Right…”  Tentatively rubbing Mordred’s member where his hands could reach, Ritsuka began to help get her fully erect.  I don’t know what her plan is, but there’s no way I could have summoned a Servant this big unless she wanted to help me.  I’ve gotta trust that whatever she’s planning, it’ll work.

Ohhhh!  Heehee, that’s Master’s touch.  Mmmm, Mash is no slouch either.  I guess in this timeline she’s just as sexually repressed as she was in mine.  Not even Father can match-hmm?  Keeping the vulnerable, alternative version of her Master on her mind as she went, Mordred quickly crossed the distance between Uruk and its would-be destroyer.  As Beast II came into view, she shifted focus to the rampaging mother of Mesopotamia.  Oh!  Is that her?  Damn, look at those tits!  Those horns might be a bit troublesome, but I can deal with that.

On the cusp of becoming fully erect, seeing her quarry gave Mordred’s member the last boost she needed to be ready for ‘combat’.  Now all that was left was getting to Tiamat, and the swarm of flying, ugly Lahmu weren’t going to just let that happen.

Even though they had mostly achieved their objective, Ritsuka and the others didn’t stop servicing Mordred’s cock.  More accurately, they weren’t thinking to monitor the progress they had made as they slowly crawled over the massive phallus and regrouped near the middle of the shaft to form one of the most unique orgies in history.  Other than Mash cuddling Ritsuka, they were touching each other, but rather assisting one another in their efforts to get Mordred to full mast.  However, even with their minds occupied on the task at hand, the combat senses of the battle-tested Servants proved vital as, in an instant, Mash manifested her shield over her and Ritsuka, and both Quetzalcoatl and Jaguar Warrior attacked the figure whose blade clashed futilely against it.  However, their reactions were still dampened by the lust coursing through their bodies, so the assailant was able to jump back higher up the shaft as they got into a defensive position.

“Oh?  Even giving in to your unsightly lust hasn’t distracted you from your duties in protecting your Master?  It seems I underestimated my enemy once again.”  Brandishing her blade at Ritsuka and his group as they get into a defensive formation around him, the dark-haired former ally corrupted by the mud of Tiamat’s Chaos Tide glared at them with cold, gleeful hate in her eyes.  Her once fair, flawless skin now stained the same muddy brown at the waters that infected her with red crack-like marking on her cheek and across her mostly-exposed chest, the former Rider Servant stood against them.

“Ushiwakamaru!  Come to your senses.  Tiamat’s manipulating you!”  Ritsuka pleaded.  Losing the gentle, enthusiastic samurai in their fight against Gorgon was his other, biggest failing since coming to this Singularity.  “This is-”

“SILENCE, FUJIMARU!”  Snapping at the youth from her homeland, the famous Genji general’s face was turning red as Mordred continued to approach Tiamat, swatting away the swarm of Lahmu attacking her like flies.  “Mother’s love isn’t one you humans would understand.  I’m finally free of all that was unnecessarily holding me back.  I shall help Mother kill all you humans, there are so very few of you left, and then become one with her!  I don’t know how you managed to bring such an impossible Servant about, but she’ll stand no chance against Mother and sea.  Once she touches it, this foreign knight will know Mother’s love and then Uruk will fall!”  Planting the tip of her blade onto the pulsating member they stood on, while it didn’t pierce the skin, it did cause Mordred’s cock to twitch, unbalancing everyone on it.  “Hahahahaha!  Splendidly done, Fujimaru!  Mother now wishes to keep you, since your life is the anchor for this Servant, so you found a way to survive when all humans were to be exterminated.  I’m sure Mother will treat you gently, though first I’ll have to remove all of your gaurdians’ heads.”

“As if we’d let you.  Keep your paws off!”  Jaguar Warrior said, readying her weapon, though her face was still flush with lust.

“Hmph.  Once a treasure’s value is shown, it never fails to attract pests.”  Ishtar added, floating behind Ritsuka and draping her arms around his neck to pull him into an embrace.  “Unfortunately for you and Mother, I’ve already called dibs on Fujimaru, and I think we all know that I always get my way.”  Sticking out her tongue like a spoiled brat, she caressed the young Mage’s cheek and giggled.

Tightening her grip on her blade, Ushiwakamaru glowered at Mesopotamia’s ‘Queen of the Heaven’.  “Y-You impudent child!  Unhand Mother’s prize!”  Her breathing was becoming more ragged and, unbeknownst to her, the red of her exposed panties was darkening from the fluids seeping from her crotch.  “You will not have your way this time!”

“Hmmm?  Reeeally?  History is on my side in that regard.”  The raven-haired goddess taunted back, turning Ritsuka’s head and leaning in to kiss him, keeping her eye on the corrupted Servant’s rising anger.

However, before her lips could touch his, Mash’s hand interjected between them as Quetzalcoatl pulled Ishtar off the adored young man.  “We can deal with that after, Ishtar.”  The Shielder said, holding her Master closer than she had before.  “Stay behind my shield, Master.”

“Yes!  Once Tiamat is gone, we can go salvaje and have a lucha match for Master, yes!”  Manifesting her macuahuitl and chīmalli, the eagerness to get to the ‘deliberations’ after their mission was done was burning bright in the Aztec goddess’ eyes.

Grinding her teeth to the point of almost cracking them, Ushiwakamaru took up her sword and created a dozen more copies of herself.  “Die!”

Damnit these things are annoying as hell.  Waving her hands in front of her face to clear away the swarm of flying Lahmu, Mordred paid absolutely no mind to the ones she was trampling by the dozens on the ground as she approached Tiamat’s Chaos Tide.  The amount of magical energy she could sense from within it was incredibly dense and enticing, but not something she was overly impressed with.  Heh, so this is what a Primordial Goddess from the Age of Gods is capable of?  Well, she’ll be a better challenge than that annoying fox chick.  The weight of her balls had increased considerably on the short walk from Uruk as she readied her new and most powerful Noble Phantasm with the aid of her alternative timeline Master and the other Servants.  “Ahn~!”  Letting out a moan as a large jolt of pleasure threatened to tip her over the edge, Mordred accidentally swallowed a few Lahmu whole.  “Tastes like shit, but chock full of Mana.  Still, Master and the others are going har-huh!?  Hey!  The hell do you think you’re doing on my dick!”

Turning her attention to her passengers, the blonde knight finally noticed the fight that had broken out on her member.  Ishtar was flying around it, shooting beams of concentrated magic at the multiple assailants, most missing and hitting the throbbing shaft instead, while Jaguar Warrior running and spiraling around her girth to catch some off guard, and Quetzalcoatl was near the head of her manhood after suplexing one into the tight opening leaking precum.  Mash was more easily able to defend against attacks from multiple angles since she was keeping Ritsuka borderline-inappropriately close to her with no embarrassment, not even hesitating to stuff his head into her chest or sit on him if that’s what it took to defend against the multiplying threat, though sometimes it wasn’t but she did anyway.

As all eyes turn up to the unimpressed, busty knight glaring at the scantily dressed samurai trying to kill her Master, they grouped to their respective sides of the erect phallus.

“Whatever, we’re here now anyway, so it’s time for you and me to ‘get off’.”  Smirking at the dark-skinned Servant, Mordred roughly brushed Ushiwakamaru and all the copies off her cock, batting the sensitive tip of her manhood in the process.

With only one of the Ushiwakamarus able to survive thanks to the others acting as cushions, she was swatted off the Modred’s body.  “Damn you!  I was so close… Hm?”  As she flew back from the force of the blonde giantess’ action, the corrupted Servant saw Mordred grab her phallus and pull back on the shaft, aiming the tip toward Tiamat, and her who was free falling between them.  “You wouldn’t da-!?”

Here it is!  God, this is gonna be great!  The tinge of pleasurable pain that shot up her body from where she smack her cock to brush the pest off was the last bit of stimulus Mordred needed to push herself over the edge.  The magical energy in her scrotum spiked as her testicles tensed up and she aimed her erection at the Beast she was here to beat.  “Heh, I am now king, and you will follow my path. I will destroy all of your resistance and have you serve me in peace!”  Reciting her self-developed incantation for the Noble Phantasm she acquired along with her great size, Mordred smirked at Tiamat as the Mesopotamian goddess sent a wave of dark, muddy water flooding towards her.  “Clarent. Cum. ARTHUR!”

Saved from the relentless, omnidirectional attack of their corrupted former-ally, Ritsuka and the others backed up to the base of Mordred’s shaft as she jerked it roughly one more and spoke her incantation.  A wall of black mud rose up to consume them all, casting them in its shadow.  And yet, fear wasn’t something they felt at all as the rising magical energy even Ritsuka, the inept Magus that he is, was able to feel rushing up the thick, twitching member.

“Clarent. Cum. ARTHUR!”

In the wake of her booming voice, filled to the brim with absolute confidence, a thin stream of pearly white liquid shot from the tip of the massive phallus, hitting the corrupted Ushiwakamaru midfall and colliding with the rising wall of Chaos Tide.  Punching a hole through the wave of primordial mud, Mordred’s first shot still had the power to collide with the surprised Beast of Humanity, knocking her off balance as Mordred’s second and third shots lead into the constant stream of ejaculate that flowed from the blonde knight like some sort of pressurized river.

Mordred’s ejaculation was strong enough to turn the rising Chaos Tide back harmlessly away from them and plentiful enough to cover and replace the surrounding mud with an even thicker, foul-smelling liquid.  It was an unbelievable sight.  The flow of baby batter didn’t stop and Tiamat was unable to cry out a protest in her sing-song voice.  The Chaos Tide beneath her was consumed by the Knight of Treachery’s seed, and without its magical properties to hold her up, Tiamat’s thin legs buckled, causing her to fall to her knees as she got doused in semen.

“Sh-She’s doing it?”  Ritsuka asked rhetorically.  The evidence was clear to see, Tiamat had been stopped, her corrupting mud replaced and Mordred hadn’t even touched her yet.  The possibility of stalling her long enough for Ereshkigal to finish her work was viable again!  “Mordred!  You’re amazing!”

Even though he wasn’t her Master, it was nice to hear him compliment her nevertheless.  Glad that her bust typically blocks their view of her face, she scratched her cheek, blushing.  “You say it like that ain’t obvious, D-Dumbass Master.  Do I hafta shove ya down my cock again to teach ya… oh right, I haven’t done that to you, have I?”  Scooping up her allies from her cock, Mordred ripped up a mound of dirt from the vast, flat plains all around them to form a small hill and set them down on it to be safe.  Grabbing her still erect member, she smirked down at Ritsuka and winked.  “If ya want, I could let you experience it.  My Master didn’t seem to mind.  But first, I got a Beast to ‘tame’.”

Leaving a very aroused young Mage surrounded by four horny hotties, Mordred liked seeing that same face on her Master’s face for the first time again.  If they weren’t in the middle of ‘combat’ she’d be feeding him to her cock right now and he knew it.

Though, I wouldn’t call this a ‘battle’ anymore.  Walking over to Tiamat on the path of semen she left on her dark sea, the two liquids were mixing and spreading as the primitive goddess, failed to be able to pick herself up.  Thick globs of her cum dripped from Tiamat’s massive horns and well-proportioned body, causing her to slip once more into the neutralized Chaos Tide.  “Defeated after a single round?  As you can see,” thrusting her hips in Beast II’s direction, Mordred’s erection swelled to its limits as a burst of concentrated Mana coursed through it at her command, making the already huge member more massive, girthy, and throbbing impatiently.  “I’m still raring to go.”

Seeing the male organ before her glow with a crimson menace, Tiamat’s limited sentiences registered the dangers of it immediately.  The blonde Servant wasn’t going to spare her.  Her pink, cross-shaped eyes widened and she looked around wildly for help.  “AhhhhhhhhAAhh!  AhhAHHHAhhhhh!  Ahh Ahhhh!”  But there was nobody to come to her aid.

“Oh~!  You got a sweet voice.  Gonna sing me a nice song while we have fun?”  Mordred asked, walking around behind the fallen Beast.

With no other option but to flee, in any manner possible, Tiamat let out a frightened scream as her horns began to light up.  But as cracks began to split the back of her biggest horns open, Mordred grabbed them and held them shut.  “Ahhhh!  AhhhAAHHHHH!!!!!”

“No, you don’t!  I heard about this shit.  Great ‘Goddess of the Earth’ trying to flee into the skies.”  Tightening her grip and using her greater strength, Mordred twisted Tiamat’s body, shoving the Beast’s face into the slurry of mud and cum as positioned herself behind her.  Gliding her cock between Tiamat’s tight, soft butt cheeks, she snickered sinisterly as the goddess flailed futilely to escape.  Pulling back, she lined herself up to the Tiamat’s defenseless sex and slowly pushed forward.

“AHHHhhhhh!!!  AHhhhahhhhhhh!”  Her strength leaving her as her divine flower was opened by the tomboy’s shaft, Tiamat’s resistance ceased as unimaginable pleasure the likes of which she had never experienced before wracked her body.  The heat of Mordred’s lust spread to her.  As a being that is able to birth life at will, lust and sexual satisfaction were never concepts she needed to consider before, but her more-humanoid form had brought with it sensations foreign and terrifying to her.  She was scared, scared that she’d lose her mind to human emotions and cease to be who she was.  And with just the tip of her member, Mordred had proved that fear to be valid.

“I’ll be happy to SLAM you into the mud!”  Just as her cockhead was about to gently slip into the best-feeling pussy she had even penetrated other than her other’s and her Fathers’, the blonde knight wasn’t about to let the ancient goddess off easily.  Roughly thrusting her hips forward, she forced Tiamat’s face to grind into the ground.  “Nobody!  Fucks! With MY Master!  You hear me!?”

Able to hear and understand the dominant Saber, Tiamat couldn’t think of anything but the pleasure she wasn’t accustomed to.  Still, to everyone else, her reply was the same as ever.  “Ahhhh~!  Ahhhahhhhh~!”

Slapping the hefty ass in front of her, Mordred pounded Beast II even harder.  “Huh!?  What’s that gibberish?  I’ll put that mouth to better use later, but tighten up if you understand.  Master is off limits!”  Smirking as the vaginal muscles coiling around her constricted at her command, Mordred pulled Tiamat’s face out of the mud and cum, lifting her off the ground.  “Good.  Since ya wanted to fly away earlier, I’ll let ya experience what it’s like.  You like this?  Held up as I rail you from behind?”

They could say nothing.

They could do nothing.

There was nothing to do or say, standing atop a rapidly shrinking island of relative safety as the tides of cum and mud rose around them.  All Ritsuka and the others could do was watch as Tiamat was used like a cheap whore but the busty, muscular knight.  The goddess of the Primordial Sea and mother of Mesopotamia was wailing in ecstasy on a rebellious tomboy’s girthy cock and no longer making an effort to free herself.

Could Mordred defeat Tiamat by herself?  The fact that he was watching some of the wildest and most bizarre sex he had ever seen before, Ritsuka felt his anxiety begin to lift.  Everything… It’ll all be oka-hmm?  Out of the corner of his eye, the chopper slop of Mordred and Tiamat’s fluids began to bubble, catching his attention as his communicator beeped and Dr. Roman came on the line.

“Finally, we got through.  Man, even for the Age of God’s, this level of Mana density is ridiculous.”  He lamented, letting out a sigh of relief.  “Fujimaru-kun, we detected an unmeasurably large Spirit Origin that appeared in Uruk that interfered with communications.  What’s-”

However, the pink-haired Acting Director’s voice was drowned out as a massive swell rose from the contaminated ocean, and from it, the figure of a gigantic woman towering over Ritsuka and the others appeared.  Growing larger and larger, the raven-haired, lithe giantess wasn’t anywhere close to contesting Mordred or Tiamat in height, but she was taller than most of the building and even the walls of Uruk.  As the solution of Chaos Tide and Saber cum dripped off her, the dark, muddy brown of her skin drained from her body, replaced with fair, luscious, sun-kissed flesh and her slender frame bulked up.  The ebony of her hair was replaced with flaxen blonde and as her emerald eyes fluttered open, wiping the viscous fluid coating her from her face, Ushiwakamaru looked around and smile as she found Ritsuka and the others huddling together, looking up at her in fear.

“Ah!  Fujimaru-dono!  There you are.”  Smiling, the huge, and now far more busty, famous samurai reached down and carefully scooped up the others clinging to him and smiled coyly at him.  “Sorry about before, Mother’s rage and hate clouded my mind a bit.”  Blushing, she averted her gaze from him and pursed out her lips like she was about to whisper, making her look like a child that knew they had done something wrong.  “B-But I’m thinking much clearer after getting blasted by Father’s seed.  T-Though I have a separate issue that I need some assistance with.”

“Huh?  Wh-What the hell is going on!?”  Dr. Roman asked, since last he knew, they were all worried about delaying Tiamat long enough to drop her into the Underworld.  Now, he was seeing Beast II getting held up on a massive, buffer Mordred’s cock in the background of the footage streaming to Chaldea, while a growing, giant Ushiwakamaru took all the other Servants they had on hand captive.  “Is that Ushiwakamaru!?  Fujimaru-kun, what is going on!?”

“...I have no idea, Roman.  Mordred said she could help, then she ejaculated on Tiamat’s Chaos Tide and walked over to her, and… well…”  With nothing else other than a succinct recap of the events to offer, the young Japanese Master was utterly powerless to do anything but watch.

Sitting down, the bold giantess spread her legs wide before him and brought the hand holding Mash and the others down to her engorged sex.  Sliding her bottoms to the side and parting her slender petals, Ushiwakamaru is able to easily stuff the four girls into her as she reached a height equal to roughly half that of Mordred and Tiamat’s, and placed a hand over it to block them in.  “Aaaaahn~!  Y-Yes.  M-My apologies, everyone.  B-But Father s-said Fujimaru-dono is o-off limits… s-so I r-require y-y-your assistance.  Ahh!  N-No, Mash-dono, I need you to go a b-bit deeper.”  Inserting a couple of her fingers into her dripping sex, Ushiwakamaru positioned her ‘helpers’ where she wanted them.  She then grabbed one of her breasts in her other hand, both having grown so large that neither her Sendan no Ita nor her Kyuubi no Ita reached even halfway to her nipples anymore, and massaged it firmly.  “Mmmm, yes!  Th-That it.  Your Master is watching.  Let’s give Fujimaru-dono a good show.”

“Hmm…  it doesn’t look like Mordred’s semen neutralized the Chaos Tide.  In fact, that black mud might actually be Tiamat’s Divine Authority, the Sea of Life.”  Coming onto the communicator with a much more level head than either Ritsuka or Dr. Roman, the brown-haired beauty of Chaldea’s second successful Servant summoning analyzed the data.  “As the primordial mother of Mesopotamia, Tiamat can just create life at will, she doesn’t need to be fertilized.  However, our scanners are now picking up an increasingly large number of new Spirit Origins that have similarities to both Mordred and Tiamat in your vicinity.  Mordred’s potent seed must be occupying all the mutating, corrupting influence of Tiamat’s Sea of Life to create offspring!”

“This is no time to be excited, Da Vinci!  If this keeps up, the Singularity will-”  The line broke up into static before going dead entirely as, dozens and dozens of feminine-looking humanoid figures rose from the murky, milky froth of the two life-bearing fluids, cutting Roman off.

Each of the new beings that sprang up from the cummy, muddy waters had light-colored hair ranging from blonde to bluish-silver, and sometimes a mixture of both, with fair to slightly pale skin tones and cross-shaped, emerald eyes.  Some were bulky and buff, others lithe and thin, and others still mature and salacious with no common age group shared among them.  Children, teens, young adults, and adults, none looked past a prime age or in a state of decline, and for those that sported a male member, ae didn’t seem to dictate its size.  None of these titanic girls were as tall as even Ushiwakamaru became, but as each looked around and began to please or use its siblings for pleasure, more and more sprang up, joining in.

They’re all huge too.  Is that Tiamat’s influence?  No, that would explain Ushi’s size, and she’s bigger than all of them.  But why?  Trying to hold on to rationality as the scent of an orgy of hundreds polluted the air, Ritsuka couldn’t take his eyes off the newly-blonded samurai or the gigantic knight that had pinned the Beast of Humanity under her and thrust her hips down into her, shaking and slitting the earth.  In the back of his mind, he imagined what Mash and the others must be experiencing in Ushiwakamaru’s vagina, whether they were still fighting or succumbed to their lust.  Her breasts looked so full and soft, but the idea of being between Mordred and Tiamat’s chest was enthralling as well.  N-No!  No, I have to focus!  Actually, Ushi bathed in Tiamat’s mud and was the same size before, so that would have to mean…!?

‘after getting blasted by Father’s seed.’  The semi-embarrassed explanation that the purified Servant gave came to mind and Ritsuka’s eyes focused solely on Tiamat.

The landscape was changing as a result of Mordred and Tiamat’s fornication, as deep chasms opened up and broken segments of land jutted up out of their sea.  Running over to one, Ritsuka raced toward Mordred.  “Mordred!  Mordred, wait!  Stop!”

“Shit, top-tier cum dumps like this are hard to come by.”  Grunting as she increased the force of her thrusts, Modred slammed her hips into Tiamat.  “And I was kidding when I asked if you were going to sing for me, but damn if that trembling voice isn’t sexy as hell.  Too bad you can’t talk properly.  Hearing sweet nothings from you might just be as good as Master’s.  Go on, tell me that you want it, you slutty Beast.”

Wrapping her tail and legs around Mordred’s waist, Tiamat pulled herself closer until her nethers were wrapping around the base of the enormous phallus in her and its tip was poking into the bottom of her stomach.  Looking up at her, Tiamat smiled.  “AAaaahhhHHH~”

“Good girl.”  Whispering softly, the blonde Saber gave her body over to her lust and they both quivered in orgasm as she came deep in the fertile goddess’ sex.  A larger, thicker load than before filled the divine womb, stretched out Tiamat’s flat belly, and gushed out around her cock as she pumped more and more into her.

Accepting the potent seed readily, as the throws of climax washed over her body, Tiamat’s body began to grow rapidly, quickly dwarfing even Mordred’s massive size, causing the Knight of Treachery to slip from her and land in the slurry of their sexual fluids.

“No!  I was too late…”  Hearing her temporary Master’s voice, barely, Mordred looked down to see him fall to his knees.  “There’s no way we can drop Tiamat into the Underworld now, she’s way too big.  If only I realized sooner…”

“Huh?  What are you talking about, Dumbass Master?  This is all going according to plan.”  Mordred said, as she smirked and began to increase her size until she matched the rate at which Tiamat’s size was still increasing.  Either of them could support cities on their bodies now, easily reaching kilometers in length.  “I don’t get many chances to stretch like this either.  I’m not dropping cute, little Tia here into the Underworld either.  She’s just a bit upset that all her kids grew up and left her, so I’m gonna give her so many that she won’t know what to do with herself!  Trust me, after I’m done, she’ll go back to the Reverse Side like a good girl.”  At her new size, it was becoming more difficult to make out Ritsuka.  He was a tiny speck of a human after all, which was why she generally scaled herself down as much as she could back in her kingdom to play with him.  Don’t want him getting hurt.  She thought.  Luckily, there were plenty of free hands to watch him.  “Alright girls!  While Tia and I make you lots and lots of siblings, I want you to make sure Master is safe.  I’ll even along you to have a bit of fun with him, just protect him for me, okay?”

Moving the quickest, Ushiwakamaru grabbed RItsuka and held him into her chest, smiling up at Mordred.  “Yes, Father.  Thank you.”

Smiling as her other daughters quickly swarmed around the blonde samurai to also play with the handsome Magus, Mordred turned her attention back to Tiamat, who was on her knees and reverted back to her Femme Fatale form, waiting impatiently with her tail wagging behind her.

Meanwhile, in Uruk

It was shortly after the Chaldeans had passed over the horizon that the earth began to shake violently.  The infamous mud came rushing towards them, but deploying the Fangs of Napishtim spared the city from too much damage.

“Hmm, so that is the so-called ‘Chaos Tide’?  It looks murkier than the reports stated.”  Standing on the highest terrace of his ziggurat, King Gilgamesh observed and waited.  His city was still doomed to fall, as he foresaw, but his people could still live on.  As the last survivor finished their preparations to flee north, he alone would operate the 360 Dingirs on the walls.  Tiamat’s true target was him, after all, and he’d be sure to draw her in so Ritsuka and the others could drop her into hell.  “Queen of the Underworld, Ereshkigal!  How much longer are you going to take?  Were you not already planning to drop my Uruk into your realm?”

“Shut up!  I’m moving as fast as I can!”  The blonde goddess yelled back through the magic mirror she had gifted Ritsuka so they could communicate.  “I didn’t think Mother would show up, so I was going to take more time to do this.”

“Hmph.  Very well, the Chaldeans seem to have at least stopped Tiamat for now since I don’t see her… yet…?”  Trailing off at the end of his sentence as he craned his head back to watch as a massive figure grew over the horizon, when a second one appeared as well, he could do nothing but laugh at the insane sight.  Not even his Clairvoyance could have told him about this course of events happening, at Tiamat picked herself up and sat before the western, gigantic knight, with her huge rear hanging over the city.  “Fwahahahaha!  Excellent!  This is so absurd, I can only commend you, Knight of the Round Table!  You damn, mad dog that bit your own King’s hand and led to the ruin of your kingdom.  But I will not allow Uruk’s final moments to be quietly falling under Tiamat.”  Releasing his full magical power, Gilgamesh readied to strike back against the Primordial Goddess.  “Fwahaha, who do you think I am!? I am the supreme king who, much as it irritates me, bears the blood of both god and human!  Heed my voice! Ready the ballistae!  Ready your arrows, I permit it! With the best treasures, witness the defense of Uruk! The deluge of the land is my resolution! Melammu Dingir!”

Commanding all of his weapons to fire at the pale backside of Tiamat as her form reverted back to her more docile, passive terminal, the rays of golden light that raced to the sky to defy the heavens were consumed by a vast glob of opaque, milky-white liquid the leaked from her sex.  And with it, Tiamat’s titanic rear came crashing down as well.

In the Underworld

Despite being an immortal goddess, Ereshkigal was working herself to death moving her realm of the dead to be under Uruk.  It was a huge undertaking, but thinking how Ritsuka might praise or compliment her made it worth the effort.

Alright, almost there.  She thought as the majority of the Underworld was directly under Uruk.  However, as she was getting ready for the last push, the stone ceiling above her cracked and shook from a great shock.  “What just-!?” before she could even look up, the roof collapsed parts of Uruk rained down, encased in foul-smelling, white sludge.

“Ahhh!  Ahh AAaahhh!”  Impatiently bouncing her bottom on the ground, Tiamat waited for Mordred’s next move.  Something more resilient scraped against her sore, gaping sex, and for a moment her lips parted around something that was drawn into her, but that feeling was gone now and only Mordred’s cock could give her the satisfaction she desired.  Whatever was inside of her, it would just have to hope to withstand Mordred’s lust.

“Yeah, yeah, don’t rush me.”  The blonde knight said, scratching her head and looking around at the surrounding plains.  Don’t see the city around, so we should be safe.  She thought as she turned the begging Beast around and readied for another round with her.  Slowly sliding into the much more receptive goddess, Mordred activated her Mana Burst again to lift her off the ground with just her cock to show off.  “Heh, How do ya like that?”  There was already so little around them to gauge their sizes now, but Mordred glanced down and saw mountains crumble under her feet.  Thankful, the cum spilling out of Tiamat was allowing their children to grow to a certain extent, but none were bigger than her big toe, currently.  Geez, I didn’t even know I could get this big.  Looking up, the distance between her and Goetia’s Band of Light was rapidly decreasing.  Huh…  I wonder how big I can ge-

Chaldea Kingdom Singularity

“... and then, well I think it just ‘popped’, ya know?”  Mordred said, sitting on her bed with her true Queen resting in her abs.  “I think we grew too big for the Singularity or something, since there is no ‘world’ outside of them, and broke it.  And since I couldn’t just leave a you to die or get pruned…”  Motioning to her Rider self on the other bed with a second Ritsuka and a buff, blonde Ushiwakamaru with armor flaps too small to purposefully cover her chest.  “So I grabbed the samurai and brought her back as well.  Though those goddesses were kinda bound to that other timeline, so I guess they didn’t make it.”

“So that’s why there is another Mash too,” Ritsuka said, looking at the normal-size Mash standing on the shoulders of his gigantic Mash.  “And…”

Looking down at the muscly futa’s crotch, the bluish-silver head of hair currently sucking Mordred off looked up at him as Tiamat cocked her head to the side.  Taking the phallus out of her mouth and licking up her excess saliva, Tiamat held it towards him.  “Would you like some, Ritsuka?”

“Can we share later, Tia?  It was fun being in your mouth.”  He replied, which caused her eyes to light up.

“Sure!”  Sticking the meaty shaft back into her mouth, Tiamat hummed happily as she continued her duties as the second wife.

“Yeah…  She was stuck to my dick when I came back.  I don’t know how she came when the others didn’t.”  Mordred admitted, petting the loving Beast on the head.  “You sure you’re okay with her being my legal mistress?  You’ll always be my one Queen, but…”  She kind of just went with it when Tiamat claimed to be her wife, then mistress when Ritsuka defended his position.

“It’s fine.  I’m not so small as to try and monopolize my ‘King’.”  Ritsuka said with a cheeky smile.  "Besides, she’s blessing me and other me with her Paradox Restoration skill, so now it doesn’t matter if some ‘accidents’ happen when you get a bit rough.”

“Technically, she’s not the full Tiamat either.”  Entering the room with a tablet in hand, a childlike version of Da Vinci said as she approached Mordred’s bed.  “She more like a splinter of Tiamat that was created through your… unorthodox connection method, Kingy.  But she did show up with all of her skills intact, and I just finished running an analysis on her Sea of Life.  It’s exactly what I needed to finish the procedure to incarnate Servants in a special way!  You can impregnate either Tiamat or your Rider form and Servants born from them will get real bodies but can still shift into Spirit form and will come back to Chaldea if killed!”

Grinning at the good news, Mordred picked up Da Vinci Lily and tossed her into the air a bit.  “Oh, sweet!  With that, my kingdom's biggest issue is solved.  Now we can devote ourselves to protecting my Queens forever!”

Tumbling down his Servant’s stomach, Ritsuka came to a rest on Tiamat’s nose as she caught him while deepthroating Mordred.  Looking around, their kingdom was much different than any that had been on Earth before.  To the Mashs waiting for their next orders, the other version of him as Rider Mordred squeezed him between her breast and the blonde Ushi that stayed by his side sucking on the pregnant Servant’s nipples, and all the other Servants of various sizes throughout their lands.  With the addition of a Beast of Humanity and effectively a Lostbelt version of himself, things had never been weirder.

But it all worked out in the end.  I have to admit that after the incidents with Kiara and Kama, I was always hoping to get a Tiamat Servant one day.  Smiling at the gigantic goddess, he climbed down to her lips and slid down to Mordred’s scrotum.  He watched as Tiamat continued to suck the Saber off.  No matter how strange, this was just another day for them.  Hmmm… got so big, she broke a Singularity.  What’s next?  A Lostbelt?  Or getting big enough to use a Tree of Emptiness as a sound?  Maybe she’ll fill one with her cum.  Heh, that would be hilarious.  Stimulating his King’s balls as best he could, Ritsuka continued to wonder what Mordred could possibly do next.