Broken Blades & Shattered Spears: Chapter 2 - Shattered Spears

Though she was certain that she wouldn't be able to make it, Ritsuka made her way over to her bed without stumbling or falling. She crawled up onto it and forward, before twisting around on her hips to face her Servants. Her mind raced with the possibilities of their contest. How would they decide who went first, and what position would they open with? Would Caenis convince Mordred to ride her like a horse, or would Mordred bend over and let Caenis fuck her pussy raw in doggy style?

The answer was neither. As Ritsuka made herself comfortable, shifting her pillows around to prop herself up, the two Servants conferred quietly, coming to a quick agreement on which of them would be on top first. At least, that's what their Master believed. Mordred and Caenis stepped up close enough to each other that their breasts touched, then took another step that had their pliant tits squishing up against their rival's. Caenis' black-painted nails grabbed hold of Mordred's wide hips, and the knight followed suit. Ritsuka began to frown, half in disappointment and half in confusion. Were they going to frottage or actually treat their dicks like weapons and have a little sword fight? Neither was exactly what she had in mind.

Once again, the answer was neither. Getting a white-knuckled grip on their rival's motherly hips, the pair of Servants did end up rubbing their cocks together, but it was all towards a greater purpose. They jostled and vyed for position, teeth gritting and jaws setting as Ritsuka watched on with growing confusion. What the pair planned to do only clicked for her right before it happened. "Oh my god," Ritsuka breathed, splaying her thighs and slipping a hand under her pantyhose. "Yes." This was going to be far better than what she dared to imagine.

Mordred won the little dance between the two heroic spirits, her cock slipping beneath Caenis' equally proud lance and going right for her womanhood. With how wet Caenis was, her dark pussy's flushed lips spread easily, betraying their master and doing more than just inviting their enemy inside. They practically sucked in Mordred's cock, the tight little hole gripping desperately at its invader. As Caenis gasped and made a far more feminine noise than Ritsuka was used to hearing from her, Mordred grinned and growled her victory. "First blood is mine. This is over, Lancer!"

Caenis closed her eyes, tempering her whimper into a soft hiss. Mordred's cock was the first one to violate her pussy since Poseidon. It had been literally thousands of years since she had her snatch filled, and it almost proved to be too much for her to handle. Mordred thrust once inside her, then twice, so damn deep inside Caenis' cunt that she almost gave in right then and there.

But she wasn't about to back down from the challenge and lose out on the real prize: their Master's tight pussy. Caenis' blue eyes flashed open. "Like hell it is, Saber," she snarled back, slipping her fingers over Mordred's hips to grab her thick ass. She tugged Mordred just a bit into her and took advantage of the opening Mordred's thrusts gave her, slipping under the Knight of Treachery's guard and ramming deep.

"Fuck!" Mordred squealed out as Caenis' counterattack took her cunt in turn, leaving the two futa Servants impaled on each other's cocks. The blonde Saber Servant threw her head back and let out a growl, but it was nothing like the lion-esque noise she thought she was making. It was more of a mewl that tapered into a kitten-like purr, unable to hide the intensity of her satisfaction. Though Mordred had taken her share of cocks in her time at court in Camelot, she always preferred to use her own dick on other women. Maybe if she had Caenis there… no. She couldn't even consider that.

"Y-you're pretty good," Mordred admitted to Caenis as she brought her head back and met her rival's eyes dead on. She forced herself to grin, thinking it would portray just how much she was enjoying this challenge. In truth, it was utterly whorish, wanton and lewd. If Caenis had been any less distracted by the cock plundering her own pussy, she would have known exactly what was going through Mordred's mind. Redoubling her grip on Caenis, Mordred began to thrust again, fighting to overcome the temptation to give in. "But not nearly… good… enough!"

For Ritsuka, masturbating under her pantyhose wasn't enough. Her body deserved so much better in the face of the brutal fight going on over her pussy. She tore at the black fabric, ripping open a hole over her sweet and damp lips. The redhead hadn't bothered putting on panties that morning. Not because she particularly enjoyed going commando, but because with how her Servants were turning her on lately she felt she needed real ease of access.

Half-squirming around, Ritsuka dug under her pillows until she found the vibrator she kept there. Turning back to the show, she took the pink toy into her mouth, imagining for a moment that it was the victor's cock and getting it slick with her saliva, watching Caenis and Mordred's duel through heavily lidded eyes. As the balance of power between the two began to shift, she slowly pushed the vibrator into her pink hole and switched it on. It buzzed to life, making her shiver and moan even before she began to slowly fuck her pussy with it. Her other hand's slender digits found her clit and began to give it the attention it deserved.

Both Mordred and Caenis were half-panting, half-moaning, their fight leaving them utterly breathless. Neither one of them should have been able to keep moving their hips the way they were, but neither of them were normal people -- they had abandoned most of their human weaknesses when they became heroic spirits. It was a true clash of titans showcasing their incredible stamina.

Ritsuka bit down savagely on the bottom of her lip, wondering just how hard the victor would fuck her, knowing that they wouldn't be anywhere near ready to pop by the time she came on their cocks. But her bite wasn't anywhere near as hard as Mordred's bite on her own lip, just hard enough that she tasted copper on her tongue, not that she was in a state of mind to realize that. Growling, Mordred closed her eyes and tried to slow her thrusts. She wasn't going to give in to Caenis -- she couldn't, as much as her body begged her to -- but she could only hold on for so much longer. She had to do something to make Caenis cum first. The blonde Knight of Treachery closed her eyes and focused, trying to keep herself from bursting while she came up with a plan.

It came to her in a stroke of brilliance. All she had to do was hit Caenis' g-spot with an all-out attack. All she had to do was shift her footing, her hips, and thrust, then that would be that. Again, Mordred growled, unaware of how high-pitched the noise and squeal-like the noise was. Though she had her plan set and ready to go into action, she was already on the verge of being the real first blood here, the first to cum. "Caenis," she hissed out as though the two were about to make a final, decisive clash, then put her plan into motion, taking a half-step back and pulling at Caenis' hips.

"Mordred," Caenis snarled in turn, only having a lick more of composure over the blonde knight, but that was all she needed. She barely blinked as she watched Mordred's green eyes close and reopen, planning something. As a Lancer, Caenis relied heavily on footwork and her ability to read her opponent's movements, to such a degree that sometimes it seemed like she was reading their minds.

Caenis saw Mordred's maneuver coming seconds before she began to put it into action, and she knew right away how she would deal with it. Just a moment before Mordred drew back to re-angle her cock, Caenis stepped into Mordred's pull, taking advantage of the opening that presented itself to bury herself deep in the knight's cunt while nearly causing Mordred's dick to slide out of her own pussy, practically bottoming out. At the same time, she slipped her hands up from Mordred's ass and wound them around her back, hugging her tightly to keep the knight from moving and regaining her leverage. The new position caused their breasts to crush together and put their faces together, their parted lips just hairs away as their foreheads came to rest against each other. "Mordred!" Caenis growled in victory, knowing that she had struck a decisive counterattack.

"Fuck," the blonde knight cried out, feeling the muscles in her thighs and abdomen tighten up in an all too familiar way. "Noooo, no, no-- fuck… fuck! Caenis!" For a moment, Mordred wasn't sure if she was begging Caenis to stop her telling her to keep on fucking. All she knew was that it was about to happen. The pressure in her body built as Caenis hit her with a few short but deep thrusts, cornering Mordred -- the Knight of Treachery and notorious tomboy. In her day, an infamous wild child. A brat no one wanted to hunt down and corner to discipline, because she became a cornered animal when she had her back to the wall. As Mordred's mind failed her, her instincts and training took over.

She was going to cum first. That was unavoidable. Instead of fighting it any longer, she welcomed it, leaning her weight back into Caenis' arms. Growling and groaning and moaning like a bitch in heat, she welcomed Caenis' cock deep into her pussy. Her kingly cunt clamped down like a vise on Caenis' greek cock, already starting to spasm in a desperate plea to receive Caenis' cum. Quickly, she raked her nails up Caenis' back and locked her arms around her middle.

It was a more familiar maneuver to Mordred, one she actually practiced in life, letting her opponent pierce deeper after striking a lethal blow to let her reply in kind. The shifting let Mordred get her cock back on track. Though Caenis had almost slipped the knight's cock out of her cunt, now it was driving right back into her with a vengeance, too late for her to react. "Caenis!" Mordred cried out again, her cunt exploding into a series of wild trembles around the Argonaut's dick. At the same time, her cock shot its royal load deep into the Greek woman's cunt, painting its walls white with potential heirs to Camelot.

"Mordred," Caenis snarled, clawing at her lover's back with her black-painted nails, doing her best to fight against the way Mordred's divine pussy sought to milk her dry. Words failed the pair, but they didn't need eloquence or deep philosophy. As warriors, the pair of them knew that the best way for them to express themselves would always be through combat, through the clash of weapons, through lance against sword -- or in this case, cock against cunt and cunt against cock.

This was their communication as heroic spirits. And though Caenis' willpower was enough that she could likely keep herself from nutting through Mordred's orgasm, the wet and warm splash of the knight's thick cum in her pussy was just enough to push her over the edge. As Caenis' pussy exploded with the same pleasure that Mordred's cunt was experiencing, her muscles working desperately to get more of the knight's delectable cum, her unlucky cock found its support back home, Caenis' resistance, waning. "Mordred!" the Argonaut cried back, hot and heated, one last thrust putting her cock right up against the entrance to the blonde knight's womb. Each rope she fired went straight into Mordred's figurative oven until it was flooded, leaking out into her slick tunnel.

Their simultaneous orgasms were joined by another one right on their heels. Ritsuka could barely believe what was playing out before her, and she loved every moment of it. This was so much better than any other competition she manipulated her Servants into having. It was like a wrestling match, or maybe a sumo match -- if all the weight the sumos gained went straight to their tits and asses. Like two wild beasts competing for a mate -- like bulls or elks locking horns or antlers, refusing to back down until a winner had been decided.

"Yeah," she whispered to her Servants, continuing to work at her cunt and clit with her vibrator and fingers right up until the moment of truth came. "Cum for me, heroes. Yeah… oh, yeah, fuck… fuck," she moaned, tossing her head back against the pillows and letting out a more wordless cry, her peak coming right on the tail of Caenis'. Gasping, Ritsuka sought to fight through the trembles and shivers that ran through her spasming body, jilling herself through one orgasm in desperate hopes of getting another.

Mordred and Caenis panted and heaved for breath. Without the support and cling of their rival, either one of them surely would have sank to the floor in the wakes of their powerful orgasms. Their bodies sheened with a light coat of sweat, highlighting each of their curves and the contours of their muscles; there was no sign of the pasties Ritsuka had stuck over their nipples earlier, having peeled off at some point and fallen underfoot.

The complicated but tomboyish updo Mordred kept her hair in couldn't keep up with their vigorous fucking, falling away and down her back in a long golden curtain. The long ponytail that Caenis kept hers in would have survived to this point, if not for the blonde's clawing hands accidentally hooking it and tearing it away. The Argonaut's pale hair fell well past her ass, almost to her ankles. Both of their faces were red with exertion and arousal.

The pair of them gazed hazily into each other's eyes. Neither of them was anywhere near done yet, but they could take a moment to appreciate each other's skill and perfect bodies. Impulsively, her heart pounding, Mordred pressed just a bit closer to the Argonaut and put her lips to hers. She closed her eyes, kissing the Lancer slowly and almost tenderly, enjoying the afterglow of her orgasm that still had her shivering occasionally as aftershocks went through her body. When Caenis assertively sought to deepen it, to conquer the blonde knight's mouth with her tongue, Mordred allowed it. It wasn't a sign of submission in her mind, not in that situation.

They made an impossibly beautiful sight, wound around each other, french kissing while mutually impaled on their cocks. It was the sort of beautiful sight some people would readily die for, but not Ritsuka. This wasn't what she wanted to watch. She didn't want to watch a sweet moment between the two before they began the second round. Her amber eyes flashed into focus. As their Master, she didn't need to wait for them to get back to work. Reluctantly, she took her hand from her clit and lifted it, holding up its tattooed back towards the kissing lovers.

Most of the time, Ritsuka forgot she had command seals. They were made for the original Holy Grail Wars as a way to force absolute obedience over unruly Servants if they disagreed with their Masters, or as a way to bend reality with their impossible magic to achieve otherwise impossible feats. With Caenis and Mordred's ridiculous strength, she almost never needed to use them in battle.

Since every Servant in Chaldea was on board with the organization's 'save humanity and history itself' mission, they were mainly used for the latter these days, but the former remained an option. "My Saber," Ritsuka gasped breathlessly. "I-- command you to keep fucking Caenis until you can't any longer." Part of the tattoo began to fade away. It wasn't permanently gone; one would return to her each morning, and she was certain she wouldn't need them any time soon.

Mordred, who was beginning to feel so mellow that she was genuinely wondering if her body was falling in love with Caenis, shot her eyes wide open, then narrowed them and ripped free of the kiss, gasping. She shot a dirty look over at her Master, displeased, then turned her attention towards the task at hand, pushing her forehead against Caenis' as she began to thrust once again. "Come on," she demanded in a low, low voice, almost purring. "Give me everything you've got. Let's settle this once and for all, Caenis."

Their cocks had just begun to soften in each other, the realities of male physiology necessitating a brief respite before they could churn another load out of their internal testes. But with the use of Ritsuka's command spell, Mordred's cock quickly began to stiffen again, throwing reality to the wayside as it eliminated her refractory period entirely. "I can't-- tch!" Caenis was caught off guard, her weapon unprepared, the blonde knight given numerous free thrusts inside her. The advantage Mordred gained was more meaningful than just that, though.

Though they were spending their stamina and though Caenis forced Mordred to cum first, neither Servant had gained a decisive advantage over the other one. Fucking, sex, making love -- whatever anyone wanted to call it, they all knew that intercourse was the most efficient way to transfer mana, the real thing fueling both of the materialized heroic servants. They were just exchanging it back and forth, more and more lost each time. Those thrusts Mordred took gave her a leg up on Caenis. "B-bastard," the Argonaut bit out, knowing her cock would soon slip out of Mordred entirely and she would be utterly defenseless. She needed to act, and quickly.

Thinking up a plan was hard for Mordred before when she was on the losing end. It was nearly impossible for Caenis now, her cunt hypersensitive from her orgasm. "M-Master," she gasped out pleadingly, flicking her eyes away from Mordred's face to Ritsuka, who had resumed jilling her pussy and rubbing her clit. The redheaded mage barely seemed to register Caenis' cry, focused on her own pleasure. "Fuuuck," Caenis groaned, her eyes squeezing shut as Mordred finally resumed her earlier attack and began to thrust against her g-spot without a shred of mercy. "M-Master!" she started to cry out, only for any other words to turn into a squeal as her next vaginal orgasm kicked off.

Caenis needed a command spell, but all she could do was throw her head back and scream out as she cummed around Mordred's cock, the tight sheath of her cunt a far better fit for the knight's cock than the scabbard Avalon.

Mordred grinned viciously, knowing her victory was at hand. She unwound one of her arms from around Caenis while continuing to pump her hips, reaching up to grab the Argonaut by the jaw and force her chin down. The squeeze of her fingers against Caenis' cheeks forced the disadvantaged Lancer to open her eyes to bare slits, her eyes glassed over and teary with raw pleasure. "It's over," Mordred declared, showing no signs of faltering as she continued to fuck Caenis' sloppy, cum-coated cunt.

Yet her comeuppance -- or maybe it was better to say her cumuppance -- struck quickly. Ritsuka had heard Caenis and hadn't ignored her. However unfair the advantage Mordred had was, the redheaded mage loved the desperate struggle and self-denial that played over Caenis' features. She held off on restoring Caenis' cock just to see how long it took her to break, and what that break would look like. For all her beauty, Caenis' face had just a hint of handsomeness to it. It turned outright girlish when she was overwhelmed by Mordred's cock. The warrior had a surprisingly cute side to her.

Seeing it and having her curiosity indulged, Ritsuka had no reason to hold back on her now. Once again she lifted her hand, turning her command seals towards her Servants and throatily whispering the words that would put Caenis back in the competition. "My Lancer, I command you to keep fucking Mordred until you can't any longer." It took effect right at the height of Caenis' fourth orgasm, her second spilling quickly into a third and then another in the midst of Mordred's cruel assault.

Just as Caenis' soft cock was about to slip out of Modred's slippery fuckhole, blood and mana surged into her dick and gave it a second wind, letting her plow it right back into her rival's pussy. Fresh energy surged through her body, and she had another prime chance to mount a counterattack against the blonde knight, who had thrown defense away entirely to go all-out on Caenis' cunt. "It's-- not over yet," Caenis snarled, dragging her arm around to grab Mordred's face and hold it the same way the knight had hers, the two truly facing off now.

In spite of the command spell, Caenis began shooting her second load a few seconds later as the pleasure in her still-cumming cunt proved too infectious for her poor cock. Fueled with adrenaline and mana, she kept fucking right through every thrust, growling and grunting like a woman possessed. "Shit!" Mordred squeaked out, both her cunt and cock exploding at once. "Y-you bitch!" Any further words failed the Servant from Camelot, however, as her squeaking turned to a squeal, her eyes closing and her mouth falling open. The hand she had on Caenis' face slid down, grabbing her shoulder desperately for support.

Caenis saw another opportunity in that moment, grinning just as viciously as Mordred was a moment ago. Though the Knight of Treachery might not have thought much of the kiss she started, Caenis once again read her opponent like a book while it happened. She identified Mordred's greatest weakness, even greater than her crippling daddy issues (albeit far less fucked up than her relationship with Arotria as her clone). It was a weakness that Mordred was embarrassed by, and would never admit to -- if Caenis called her on it, she knew that Mordred would begin blushing and calling her an idiot, followed by a slew of insults.

"At least I'm not a tsundere," Caenis taunted breathlessly, sliding her hand behind Mordred's head to grab her hair. The cumming knight's eyes shot wide open with rage and shame, just a second before Caenis captured her lips again, kissing her hard and fierce. The rage and humiliation on Mordred's face quickly faded into something different, less than whorish but still wanton, as though the romance of a kiss alone was proving to be too much for her. Still fueled by the Command Spell, her hips thrusted away wildly, dead set on following their master's orders. But Mordred herself wasn't behind it anymore, while Caenis…

Caenis knew she had won, and that Ritsuka's pussy was as good as hers. The next five minutes were the true thick of things for the pair. Whenever one of them came, their rival wasn't far behind them. Now their cocks could keep up with the multiple orgasms their cunts were being dragged through, kicking and screaming for their owners to give them some kind of mercy or reprieve. Soon Mordred had Caenis' womb just as full as her own, their cunts overflowing. Each of their thrusts forced cum to squirt and squeeze out of their rival's increasingly sloppy pussy, making room for the next load.

If Ritsuka wasn't so boneless with pleasure, cumming twice in that time, she probably would have sat on the edge of her bed, utterly entranced by the sight of the two futa Servants giving it their all. Maybe she would have crawled beneath them, licking the fresh cum out of their cunts as it dribbled out. Instead, she cried out as her fourth orgasm took her, making her toes curl hard and her fingers tremble. She dropped her vibrator and fell back, breathing hard. Lacking the supernatural endurance that her two Servants had, she found her world dimming and her consciousness ebbing.

As much as she wanted to see the end of the contest, Ritsuka passed out on the bed.

Mordred's body gave out first, though it wasn't a surprise to either of them. "D-damn it, Caenis," she laughed breathlessly as the wild rut of her hips finally began to falter, each coming weaker and weaker as her grip on Caenis slackened. "You… you idiot, you stupid idiot, you… you dummy--"

Though she was worn down and finally starting to feel the exhaustion her Master and sister Servant were passing out from, Caenis let herself grin. She was dead on with her prediction. Continuing to pump away at Mordred's sloppy pussy, she shut the blonde knight up with one more kiss, letting her have the one she wanted. Slow, sensual and almost loving, a sharp contrast to the rough and wild fucking that was still going on. It wasn't that Caenis enjoyed kissing that way, but it was something she could lord over Mordred for the rest of Ritsuka's life.

The woman who destroyed Camelot gave a final, weak shudder, her pussy spasming once again around Caenis' cock. Though Mordred's own cock twitched, it only shot dry blanks into Caenis' equally cum-coated cunt. She clawed at Caenis' back and gasped into her mouth, slowly beginning to go limp in the Argonaut's arms. Slowly, knowing how close she was to bursting, Caenis began to pull out of Mordred's pussy and off of her deflating cock. Cumming one last time in the knight's pussy was tempting, but it was no way to mark a victory.

Her strength beginning to fade, Caenis half-carried and half-dragged Mordred to Ritsuka's bed, where their master laid passed out with her legs splayed wide open. As inviting as their Master's pussy was, it was a reward she would have to take another time. She eased the knight down, setting her between Ritsuka's thighs. As she slumped into place, Mordred's golden head came to rest on their Master's chest, her shoulders barely pressing against the redheaded mage's breasts. The knight's cock began to fade away, the tattoo sealing it shimmering back into place on her skin.

The Lancer smiled faintly at the tableau. If it wasn't for the sloppy white mess dripping out of Mordred's cunt, the two of them would have made for a cute picture of exhausted lovers. As it was, the pair of them looked like a debaucherous mess, even reminding Caenis of how she ended an orgy dedicated to Dionysus thousands of years ago. She carefully climbed up on the bed, half-squatting over both of them and bracing her weight on the wall. With a push of her hips, she shoved her enormous cock into Mordred's mouth, still hanging open from the delirium-inducing pleasure that made her pass out.

From there, she carried out her Master's command, fucking her unconscious rival's mouth and throat with wild abandon until her cock couldn't take anymore. Drawing out and grabbing hold of her cock, growling while the women beneath her moaned, Caenis quickly jerked herself to completion, hissing rather than roaring her victory. The last load she had in her was as big as her first one, rope after rope of her thick white Greek cum splattering across not just Mordred's face and breasts, but their Master's as well. Though Caenis had always prided herself on her aim, she lacked the patience or energy to restrain herself from accidentally highlighting both the blonde and the redhead's long locks with her spooge.

That was something they could deal with in the morning. Caenis let out a weak groan and sank down to her knees, crawling up to put herself on the pillows with Ritsuka, one of her arms and one of her legs splaying over the other two women. Her women, now. She smiled, her last thought before passing out an old adage that always proved true in the end.

To the victor goes the spoils.