Medea, the Cursed Witch (6)

Castor's next target was Kirei Kotomine. When he scry the hollow priest, he saw him speaking with one of Hassan of Hundred Faces. It was the female clone with dark blue long hair. Ayako.

"Master of Assassin?" Medea inquired suddenly.

"Yes. His name is Kirei Kotomine. A Church's Exorcist. A dangerous one at that," Castor confirmed and killed Kirei. Then, he stole Kirei's Command Seals.

He didn't kill Assassin because he knew that they could be useful. After he stole Kirei's Command Seals, he felt a new connection with Assassin. He sent a telepathic message to all deployed bodies of Hassan of Hundred Faces, telling them that he was their new Master and could grant their wish to become one once again.

He exchanged a short chat with the commander of the Hassan of the Hundred Faces, Ayako. After that, he shifted the focus of his Scrying Magic to the next target. Kayneth El-Melloi.

There was also Diarmuid and Kayneth's redheaded fiancée, Sola-something. Her name was too long and troublesome to remember. Still, Castor wouldn't mind sampling that female Magus's body since she looked graceful as she was beautiful.

"Lancer, and his Master. What about that woman?" Medea asked and turned to Castor's face.

Castor met Medea's curious gaze and then spoke up.

"Master of Lancer Kayneth's fiancée. Do you mind if I sampled that woman?"

Medea's curious expression turned blank at once. Castor was curious about her thoughts and felt tempted to read her mind, but he restrained himself because by doing that, he would sour their tense relationship.

"Do what you want," Medea replied coldly and shifted her eyes to the woman on the screen.

Castor grinned in amusement at Caster's funny reaction in her jealousy. He decided to have makeup sex since she was angry. Using Telekinesis Magic to wrench off the goblet in her tight grip without spilling out the content, he sent it to the bedside desk. He also sent his goblet and the wine's jug there.

Medea was surprised by his action and watched him coolly. However, she yelped in shock when she was thrown to the bed and soon found Castor straddling her body.

Castor immediately assaulted her breasts with his right hand while his left hand went to her pussy. He fingered her pussy carefully, trying to make her wet. He also played with her clitoris. And soon…

"Haah~ fuuu~ hah~ ah~ mmmh~"

Medea's breath turned ragged, and her eyes became glassy and unfocused, apparently indulging in pleasure. Her fair skin was painted with a rosy hue.

"Well, honey~ I said you must prepare yourself, right? Here I come~" Castor declared with a hungry, sleazy grin and put his cock inside her wet, hot cunt.

He had his right hand on Medea's left thigh, his fingers sinking into the soft, pliant flesh without breaking her smooth, tender skin. His other hand was kneading her breast, and his fingers pinched her stiff nipple randomly.

"Oh~ fuck me harder, you hunk~ ravage me! Pound my pussy hard~ mmmh~ yessh~" Medea shouted and moaned wantonly at Castor. She indulged in the carnal pleasure to wash away the bitter feeling in her heart from Castor's tactless remark. Her face contorted into a snarl yet still looked sultry and lewd.

She had her left hand on her breast that Castor left alone, squeezing it and playing with its nipple. Her other hand was furiously playing with her sensitive clitoris.

Castor fucked Medea wildly until he heard her exclamation of climax.

"Cum… I'm cummmiiiing~"

Castor grunted when Medea's tight, wet cunt that enveloped his cock tightened intensely, milking his dick desperately as it pulsated and secreted her love-juice. Despite she was in the middle of her orgasm, Castor didn't stop and keep pounding her cunt mercilessly, prolonging her bliss.

After her orgasm ended, Medea lied there in the bed, her glossy eyes staring ahead. It was when Castor stopped for a moment to change their position. He pulled her body and placed her on his thighs, his back straight. Medea immediately enveloped his body in a hug, circling her slender arms around his torso.

Castor used Reinforcement Magic to reinforce the durability and the springiness of the bed. Then, he continued where they left, spearing Medea's rosy and sweaty body with his cock.

Medea clutched at his body tightly to keep herself from falling away. She bit his shoulder and used her sharp, purple-painted nails to dig and mar Castor's back to no avail. Whenever she dug or scratched his back with her sharp nails, the wounds instantly healed.

When Castor felt the stinging sensation from Medea's pitiful attempt of paybacks, he increased the intensity of his fucking, pounding her wildly and strongly.

The two of them reveled in the mixed sensation of pain and pleasure. Their grunting and groaning echoed in the room, mixed with the sound of creaking bed, slapping sounds produced by their union, and wet, obscene sounds of their connected vital organs.

They continued to fuck, and only fucking for several hours. They changed their positions many times. Standing with Medea's back on the wall, Cowgirl, Spooning, Doggy Style, and more.

They also changed their location. In the living room, on the sofa and the table. In the kitchen, on the counter. In the bathroom, inside the water-filled bathtub and standing under the drizzle of hot water from the shower with Medea's back on the wall.

Day turned into night, yet they indulged in the carnal pleasure nonstop. When it was dark, Castor used his Telekinesis Magic to switch on the lamps in the house.

Soon, Medea stopped responding consciously. Her mind had long since shut down and let her subconscious taking over. Her eyes were half-lidded and dull. Yet, Castor had yet to reach his limit.

Now, they returned to the master bedroom. Castor fucked Medea's half-asleep body in the Missionary position. Then, he sped up his pounding and roared likely a wild beast, cumming inside her pussy and womb. It had long since been filled to the brim with his spunk, leaking the excess it couldn't contain long ago.

After his last ejaculation, the nth time that he'd stopped counting, Castor hugged Medea's limp body in his hard, muscled arms. His face was red and covered with sweat. His eyes were bloodshot. He watched Medea's half-lidded, agehao expression.

"Pity. It isn't fun fucking an unconscious woman."

Castor mumbled softly. He pulled out his still hard and eager cock from her overused cunt. Immediately, his white, thick spunk leaked out, pooling on the bed. He watched the obscene sight with a triumphant and glorious sensation in his chest.

"I guess I can help you clean up before tucking you here," he remarked and used his Cleaning Magic to clean Medea's body and the bed. Then, he covered her with a blanket.

Castor left Medea at bed and gave the slumbering Servant a last glance. Then, he took out a magical kilt that felt extremely comfortable from Bab-Ilu. He also donned golden greaves, leggings made of magical beasts, and golden waist's guards. After that, he searched a treasure that could generate a powerful barrier and installed it on the house to defend the unconscious Medea. Then, he teleported away, somewhere, to meet Servant Assassin.