Have a Family

Warning this story will have content for 18-year-olds

Images and characters do not belong to me credit to their authors and I clarify that the vash that I will use for my stories will be a modified one made to adapt to my vision and will have let's say abilities from other franchises so they don't see it strange if things go out of sense then I will explain it in the main story

With nothing else to say, let's start

And I clarify ages.

Vash-age unknown claims to be 27 but this does not apply because it is a hadou

Mordred-age 21 years old in his time but at present he would be more than 200 years old

Artoria-age inserted possibly 28 years but due to endorsement it is difficult to measure.

After a long but very long session with his psychiatrist az

Vash made the decision to take a break from his mission and make a family (although he knows it won't last but at least he will try)

Going to one of his favorite universes, this fate being an alternate line in which he had already been before

"Congratulations!"

Accompanied by a resonant ovation that

He shook the foundations of the Stampede residence

A great toast was made to perform the miracle between

Them.

At the head of the table sat Vash stampede, Saber's husband, also known as

Artoria, former king of Great Britain, former servant.

And everyone celebrated the small and obvious lump in their

Belly.

Mordred hadn't believed it when he heard the

News.

From what she knew, Vash stampede and his

Father had disappeared from the city during

A few months without even asking for permission, and

They had just returned with the news (and the baby that

He grew up in his father's uterus) to the astonishment of

A large part of the ex-Servants that the

They knew. It had been most of the months.

Previous with a nervous mood and

Restless, demanding answers from the girl Tohsaka and

Matou, the Gorgona, anyone who could

To know where the father had gone and

Vash.

They just got up and

They disappeared, and then they returned. That was very

Annoyed, although his thoughts had been

Occupied by the aforementioned news

The importance of Saber's pregnancy did not go unnoticed by the Heroic Spirits, who had thought that such things were impossible. There was a heated debate throughout the dinner table about how the miracle had happened (well Vash thought there was nothing that blue "time" could not fix) the explanations flew from magician to magician about this or that theory. Almost everything flew over Mordred's head, as he continued to prevent his smile from turning into a pot, his teeth gnashed as he continued to drink from the damn rice wine. He shared a look with the slender Gorgona, Medusa, who deliberately arched an eyebrow, which caused him to bite his lip in a failed attempt to hide the sudden blush of his cheeks.

"Mordred? Is something wrong?" Saber asked, interrupting the talk and suddenly directing all his attention to her. Mordred leaned back and drank the last of his drink, before getting up abruptly and excusing himself from the table, citing a stomach upset. He rushed to the bathroom accordingly, then slammed the door while opening the faucet to the maximum.

"Shit, shit, shit!" He murmured, immersing his whole head in the torrent of water. "Damn shit!" He cursed the warm and treacherous tears in his eyes, cursed the heartbeat of his treacherous heart, and once again he cursed all this treacherous existence, for showing him all these silly feelings. He was about to hit the wall, an act that would have

He opened a hole with his strength.

He sighed and let the water drain down his face. His feelings about the matter were deliberately a disaster. But I deliberately didn't want anyone to see her trying to solve everything, especially him. She was a catallero, she could deal with that, and the feelings to the devil. I would only need a few days. No, maybe a week. Two weeks.

I would simply disappear, as they did, I would take a trip around the world. Hitchhike everywhere. Maybe meet another person, another good person, who could understand her, like him, who would love her, like him, who didn't remember him-

Thinking of him, the pressure on his chest increased and he hit his head against the wall. Damn it, damn it, damn it!

She quickly slid into the guest room prepared for her, whose door she locked judiciously. He entertained himself by reading a book that the Gorgon had lent him. But the act of reading no longer made sense, the words were dissolved in so many unintelligible swirls. He hated the moan that came out of his throat. He threw the book to the side and dug between the thick sheets of his bed, smoking.

"Well... it's not like I care, anyway," she said to herself. "If my father is happy, I am happy. And if Vash is happy..." He reflected on that thought and found himself writhing between the sheets, as if he were preparing for the metamorphosis. "Damn idiot," he said. "I hope you're fucking happy."

There was no need to go around with detours, of course. She was the lover of Vash, the greatest rebel in history.

One of many, as I had discovered. It was exactly the kind of sordid debauchery that humans enjoyed on their "television": the women who surrounded Vash orbited him like planets. And each adulter was aware of the others in this twisted arrangement, or at least they pretended that they were the only "other", and they never brought up the issue of being lovers of the same man. He was more sensible in that way and led to fewer problems with Saber, of whom Mordred felt extremely guilty. She very much deserved the epithet of "traitor" in this situation now.

I could well blame Vash, that lustful, rude... manly pig... man, with his kind soul and his rude... Mordred frowned as he recalled the ghostly pain of their recent relationship in the mall, where they had desperately made zeal inside a dressing room stall. B-well, he was certainly a capable lover, sensitive to his needs and understanding of his nature as a person, but that was it! It was just a carnal exchange, an agreement between a certain rude, lascivious man with an almost insatiable appetite, and a certain woman. Nothing more, no useless feelings, no false loves, just a meeting of meat when it was appropriate, and all with the agreement of discretion

When it came to his wife.

So thinking, why did he feel so strong when he saw his father pregnant? It had been like a sudden punch in the stomach. It shouldn't have affected her so much, she should have joined the celebrations there. The news of her pregnancy was the best thing one could expect from stocks like theirs. And yet, instead of astonishment and joy that one expected, Mordred felt that resentment and jealousy invaded his mind, poisoning her with images unworthy of his father's understanding, of being by his side, a recognized wife, of living the quiet life here. by his side, of carrying his seed..

"iGahhh! Why the hell did it have to be him?" Feeling quite mortified, she went around and around on the bed, wanting to get lost in the dream but discovering that she couldn't.

Much later in the evening, they knocked on the door. Mordred moved, because there was a series of blows. He was the pattern known only by two specific people, or so she thought. For Mordred, the pattern of blows could also have been the necessary trigger to trigger his response: his ears punctured, his breathing was interrupted, his heart was beating faster and his pussy contracted. It was like a dog that had sniffed the return of its owner, only now it was the slut who knew that the lover had arrived.

Even so, he restrained himself at the last moment of practically jumping towards the door, which he had done many times before, so he was content to simply see Vash enter through the door, with his tunic loose around his muscular body full of wounds against creatures of nightmares and fibrous. Mordred glimpsed her half-erect penis through the opening in her clothes, and she swallowed, knowing very well that she had been sheathed in Her Royal Highness at this time and, therefore, fresh with her juices. She loved to savor and swallow the taste of the father of her cock, imagining the state in which the proud King of the Knights had been while she was taken on night walks with her husband. Or sometimes it was another girl, and she played trying to guess identities from the taste and smell, and then

He strutted if his assumption was correct.

But somehow, now I didn't feel emotion. Instead, a bitter feeling took hold of her, while she watched him carry a small bag and place it on his bedside table. He approached to stand in front of her, then tilted his head down, when he saw her expression.

"What's going on? You left dinner so fast. Shirou even made that salad just for you, he thought something was wrong."

"... Nothing... I mean, nothing is wrong," he said, turning his head. "Histen, no matter how much you deserve the congratulations right now, I'm just not in the mood right now. Maybe next time, okay?"

A pause. "You're in a bad mood."

"Yes? So what?" he said in a bad mood. "I have nothing to do with you. Get out. Come back and take care of dad, oh, aren't you supposed to be a responsible father yourself now or what? Do things responsibly."

Uselessly, exasperatingly, the idiot didn't leave, and even sat on the bed. He subtly tried to get away, although with the size of the bed it was a derisory attempt. "Mordred, please listen to me."

She sighed. "Oh, well, if you really want to fuck." He took off his sheets and took off his shorts and underpants in one go, as if he didn't care anymore.

"I'mordred, please!" He said, holding his wrist before he could go beyond his ankles. "It's really important."

Mordred knew that it was not always the sharpest tool in the arsenal, but he could well guess what he was going to say. I had seen it happen many times in those books that I read on the sidelines, or on television. I was going to break up with her, easily disappoint her with a billion meowing words. And she had the option of being angry, or planning revenge, or whatever; the question would be whether she would take him to bed or fight for her love. No, no way. Not her, no. No more. Shit, my eyes, he thought, with his lips shaking, as he looked away from his face. She understood. She would be a good sport. It was a good long and passionate adventure, affirming his right and feelings as an individual back to this land, but all the good (and in a way, the bad) came to an end in some way. Especially now, when it was necessary. Vash couldn't continue with all his affairs when the father was-

I told Saber... about us. About all of us."

At this point Vash knew that he had done exactly what the psychiatrist had reproached him but the devil would accept the consequences and keep moving forward.

For a moment Mordred, she was stunned, with her panties around her ankles, her eyes wide open, while the words sank into her useless mind. Did you say? Did you say? Did the father know? "What-why-what-" She saw red, while she felt the (ironic) betrayal of the deepest through her center, which somehow seemed to hurt more than when her father denied her before. "What the hell were you doing? Are you trying to bring down all this life, you bastard?" Oh, she could have twisted his neck, strangling him for doing this to her, to his father...

It's not as if Vash allowed it in the first place.

"No, no, it's fine," Vash said, still madly placid and calm. "Knowing understood. Well, at first he was surprised, but he understood. She said something about being guilty of keeping all the happiness to herself; she seemed very happy to hear from us, Mo-chan. He was glad that you found love."

"I don't mean it, that's not-" She opened and closed her mouth, feeling out of breath because of her sudden change. And then, I felt completely confused: was the father really okay with the situation?

"Anyway, we can talk about that later, particularly with the present Knowledge itself... Tonight I just want to talk about us, Mordred... I know this is sudden and all that, but would you want a child?"

(I knew that she was getting into the wolf's mouth she already had one or another child for other realities although kunou did not count she was adopted but even with all that she was responsible and always lived with the little ones)

"A child? What-" An image of her cradling a baby, her baby, came to her, along with the thoughts of giving her the appropriate love and the direction she never had, only to acutely remember the impossibility.

Or it was impossible, before the father.

She blinked, confused by the sudden change of subject, and looked into Vash's eyes. "What the hell are you saying?"

"I'm asking if you want a child. A baby. Because if you want it... then it's possible, as you've seen. But if you don't want it, it's also perfectly fine. It's a decision I wouldn't make." I don't want to do it for you."

Of course he wanted a son, Mordred thought. More specifically, his son, his son, the crystallization of his love and mutual respect. Sometimes he fantasized about him, even knowing of his nature as an ex-Servant; In addition, even knowing of the entangled situation with the father. An impossible dream.

But could I give it to him? And if he could, would he really accept it?

"How?" He asked, after a long moment.

Vash made a gesture with his right hand which shone with a slight blue tone. "I discovered how simple it is to change the structure of a body and its properties using correctly blue or good to be precise time in a concentrated and manipulated way... the trip was to discuss it in a more serious way and make a decision, you know I'm good at doing things classified as impossible or miraculous. I tried it in Saber, and after a while, well..."

"Vash... are you saying... that you want me to have a child?" He toughed, not knowing if he was just imagining this whole conversation. "T-your son?"

"That really depends on you," he said softly, "but personally, I would really like it." He patted her on the head, which made her purr like a cat by reflex, although she shook quickly to look at him with a more serious attitude. "I would really love to start a family, including with you, little Mo-chan."

She almost stammered, her face almost blushing and making her head dizzy. She gasped sharply and twisted, cursing her treacherous body again for feeling so easily, as if she belonged to an ordinary whore easily seduced by a man's soft and sweet words. And yet, she still took her words literally; she was a kind and strong soul, who had proven her worth many times. "Y-Y-I would really love that, also Vash, if you left me," he said quietly, stretching his hand to pull his shirt while taking care not to show him his embarrassed face. It doesn't matter the voices in his head that told him that this was the greatest betrayal he had ever done, that he would betray his father once again.

It had never been one to think deeply, and even now, when he arrived, he completely ignored him.

"So, will you do it?" Unable to contain himself, he grabbed the front of his robe and slammed his lips against hers. Sure as hell that was not a romantic kiss, nothing more than a rude encounter of lips. But she would be condemned to call him in any other way than a new milestone in their relationship.

"Yes, I will."

At the end of the day, she felt a little self-conscious. She lay there, completely naked, her slender and pale shape illuminated by the moonlight that entered through the open window. Of course, she was proud of her body, a suitable and polished form for the battle, and she was happy that Vash did not seek to judge her by the feminine traits of her body (or the lack of them). She had also shown the man enough of herself, every shameful crack and opening. And yet, now she felt truly naked, lying there with her legs open, with Vash between her legs, and with that came a slight embarrassment.

"... Oi. Are you-you-are-sure-that-tsk-is-not-haaah-some kind of foreplay?" His words were punctuated by heated grunts and squeals that came out of his mouth. She breathed in short and trembling bursts, and her pussy felt like it was an alchemical solution brimming with unspeakable pleasure. It was difficult not to feel Vash's results, expertly pleasing her through her erect clitoris and her wet and smoky folds.

Vash looked up, meeting his eyes, then deliberately looked at his wet prosthetic hand, the fingers that made wet sounds in his pussy never lost the rhythm. "Ah, sorry for that it is necessary that I am changing your anatomy enough so that it is human enough, this is the second time I use reverse time in the female part and in something other than healing eridas or reconstructing structures. I'm sorry if that sounds bad."

She gasped. "That's... ihmm! -Well-ggk-"

Vash smiled to himself now he just had to concentrate on not turning Mordred into a younger girl or an older one.

Although the latter caught his attention but he ignored that for the moment.

As he spoke, Vash continued to rummage and caress his vulva with one hand as he drew cold blue lines through his belly. Mordred, when he took a little look, saw that he was forming a kind of pattern that he could not distinguish, before throwing his head back, the emotions of pleasure reverberating in his spine with delicious frequency. One of the crazy things he discovered about his lover was his sharp, almost determined approach to his many techniques for making love. In just a few encounters he had discovered each of his points of pleasure, and had used them against him judiciously until he was nothing more than a wet and smoking puddle of sexual fluids.

Writhing without being able to do anything on the floor.

For example, he felt him rubbing a particular bunch of nerves along his clitoris, which after minutes of stimulation now sent a quick ray, like lightning, to his mind, causing his back arch up from the bed by the explosion of cigar. pleasure that bloomed behind his eyelids. Damn it... Whatever protests she had against this "indomitable bed beast" disappeared in the fog of pure happiness that flooded her consciousness, that addictive climax of sensation that made her come back again and again. She collapsed on the bed, completely exhausted, aware that she had

Wet your fingers even more.

"Oh, I'm sorry!" She said, looking down, and saw that he was still working on his navel.

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"No problem," said Stampede, his eyes still focused on his task. "You didn't move so much." And yet, I was still caressing her. Difficult.

He bit his lip, desperately trying not to moan at the renewed zarcillos of pleasure that arose from his damn treacherous pussy. "Damn it, haven't you finished?!"

"Nope," she said simply, then, as if emphasizing her point, she tapped her sore clitoris, which actually made her scream.

Luckily, he grabbed a pillow and plunged his face into it. "iMrrghhhh! iFfffuuuck!" His voice came dull from the inside, while his legs twitched by his masterful touch.

"I always liked this sensitive side of yours, Mo-chan."

"Fuck you," she replied, panting, while the waves of her orgasms pierced her. Stunned, she threw the pillow to the side and grabbed handfuls of the sheets, just in time for him to hit her and remove his hands from her.

"It's done," he said.

"Actually?" He said, dragging the words, looking at the bright blue symbol freshly engraved on the lower part of his abdomen. It was a pentagram whose brightness gradually disappeared. "It looks... strange... Is this a tattoo or something like that?"

"Your body is now supposed to be the most compatible," he said, and took his fingers to draw the marks with it. "With this, I have implanted something like that in you."

She looked him in the eyes. "So that's all?" He nodded, smiling slightly. He intertwined his fingers with hers and then leaned over to kiss the symbol on his navel.

She let out a low squeal, feeling a little tickled by the sudden sensation, although she would never admit it to her. He felt his warm breath pass over the mark he had created, which sent a small and refreshing shiver that ran through his spine. "What are you doing, silly?"

"I'm just admiring the room where our baby will be. It is difficult to imagine that in a short time, they will form here and live here within you. Technically, this is your first 'flowering', since sorcery does it immediately. you ovulate... well, you have definitely already ovulated, which makes you mature for... ahem, insemination." (Belce gave him lessons and although he had quite extensive knowledge of at least millennia it was a headache to look for information when it was not so necessary) He kissed his navel again, fortunately oblivious to the fact that his heart was beating a little faster because of his words, and the small window of imagination that he had glimpsed showed him the fantasy of what would happen. No, now it wouldn't be a fantasy, would it?

"... Come here, you fool," she said, dragging him through her hair so that her head rested between her small chest.

It felt warm and strangely gratifying to feel her warm body on top of hers, regardless of the lascivious and swollen thing that she knew was hardening between her legs. Of course, they had had tender moments like this before, but this time it was very different. This was the prelude to a new chapter in his life, a life he knew he didn't deserve. But she would take it, this man's foolish generosity would be exploited. And although his fingers trembled like never before when he wielded the grip of his sword, although his mind felt more confused than any march to the battlefield, although his heart felt completely frightened at the perspective, he never felt more confident and happy than when she was acuri with

His love.

"I'm ready," he finally said, which made him move. He looked up, then moved to kiss her completely on the lips. Even the taste, the sensation, the movement of this simple encentientro of mouths felt different now. He was never more loving or more desperate, since he poured every ounce of his unfortunate emotions into him, waiting against all hope and entrusting everything to this pacifist idiot who accepted her as she is.

His hands still intertwined, his mouths still glued to the other's, Vash finished the process of taking off all his clothes and then moved to press his whole body on hers. Mordred felt the intense heat of his virility even without touching his skin, which inflamed his passions even more. She was already in a ready position, with her legs wide open, but she let him settle more on top of her, until the tip of her hot and thick member was against her steaming pussy, completely prepared for her entrance. Mordred playfully bit her tongue, a small sign between them that she wanted to talk.

"So I was thinking..." she said, as her mouth ran through the curve of her shoulders. "We should definitely use... that position, right?"

Vash raised his eyebrow, but he didn't say one more word while both changed their bodies in bed: ending up with her lying on her belly, her buttocks raised and knees open. and he moving between her legs, riding her. with ease practiced, his anxious cock ready to pierce through her hot and wet opening.

Vash must have been as desperate to fuck as she was, since he didn't waste time after penetrating her to start fucking fiercely, her hips hitting hers with powerful force. And even with her fast and stubborn movements, Mordred discovered for her frustration that she never stopped hitting her known weak points, leaving her with no choice but to slide along with the renewed feelings of pleasure that now sprouted from her pussy while devastating her masterfully and thoroughly.

They were like beasts in mating in heat, and Mordred loved the feeling, the implication: he could not find flaws in anything in this situation. Her internal folds twisted and twisted around her hot limb, grabbing her penis tightly like an army resisting an invading force; that even as she drooled and gasped on the mattress, she heard her unmistakable whistles and moans, and therefore she was sure that she pleased him just as he pleased her. Even so, Mordred didn't think too much about it, as worried as he was with the equally hard thing ramming her with a frantic speed, and the way each complete onslaught made sparks sprout behind her eyes.

And so, even Vash focused less on his techniques and completely surrendered to the instincts buried in all humans since the beginning of time: now both could not speak anything but cow murmurs and frantic whistles. Mordred's slippery jar of honey dripped and oozed liquid down his thighs, his body only worked to make sure that his guest was well oiled for his task. Then he felt Vash's breath on the back of his neck, which then traveled to his shoulder. Then she felt a sharp pain, although she recognized it a second later when Vash bit her, claiming her as a predatory animal. Thinking of this symbol of being subjugated by a superior, Mordred came, his pussy exploded in a burst of lascivious juices, his entrails squeezed more tightly around him until he also came. With a united mutual cry, these two beasts roared at night.

She lay there panting, feeling her warmth blooming inside, outside and above her, as if she were wrapped in a warm cocoon that promised eternal happiness and satisfaction. So many times he had come on it before, and only now every jet of his seed in his newly formed matrix gave him real satisfaction. There was a feeling of servitude there too, the feeling of being completely dominated by a strong man, a particularly hot and exciting perversion for the ex-Servant who felt proud of her abilities. Combined, these feelings were a pleasure in themselves, adding to the orgasmic waves that still bathed his body. Then he knew that the process was done, technically. She at least knew.

That.

But a better and more primary part of her knew it: this was not over yet. And he confirmed it when he looked over his sweaty shoulder at Vash, whose eyes still shone with lust even when he sowed her to the brim.

"So... now I'm a mom, čeh?"

Vash snarled. His lips were crushed, like two beasts fighting for a prey, lips and slime and sweat and tongue united in a brief celebration of their mutual carnal happiness. It was more to score the confirmation of their procreation, before they got dirty with the rest of their relationship.

Vash turned her sideways and pulled one of her legs hard, lifting her up in the air while he put her rock-hard erection into her viscous and slippery hole. She moaned appreciatively, her anxious pussy was clouded and kissed along its length. An orgasm later, she was on her knees between him, sucking him until he hardened completely with her fierce and insistent mouth. Then he pressed it, holding it to the wet and smelly bed as he mounted it again and pierced it to the bottom of his being.

In the end, her pussy felt raw and painful, but the dull and throbbing pain felt like a sign of pride, a constant reminder of the decision she had made with pride, out of love and along with him. They curled up together on the mattress, babbling lazily about this or that idiotic topic until they fell asleep.

An hour later, she woke up with her punctures nibbling on her neck and her renewed excitement. They were together again under the sheets, less mating and more making love, Vash showing how soft and gentle he could be in sex. She went back to sleep with him still inside her, and that was the last thing she remembered before the darkness closed her eyes once again. The next moment, he woke up, Vash was gone, but his smell and warmth remained.

And it was also something else, he thought, peeking between the sheets to pat the dim blue tattoo on his navel with a lot of tenderness.

The next morning, Mordred woke up at dawn, long before even Vash or his father. He occupied himself in the kitchen, literally rolling up the sleeves of his robe to try to prepare breakfast. Unfortunately, he was so struck by the idea of chopping the vegetables in style, as well as throwing them away and cutting them into cubes before they fell, that he didn't hear Dad pass by, let alone her approaching.

"Mordred?"

"Wow!" He caught the tomato thrown in time before turning to look at his father. "P-father, good morning. I just-only-" In the end, all she could offer were weak stuttering, which Artoria took calmly.

"Preparing breakfast, from what I see. I hope you see your efforts rewarded."

"M-damn it," she said, supporting her chest. But in doing that, his loose robes fluttered, unfortunately revealing to the father the symbol in his navel.

Artoria looked down and said, "Is that...?" Before he could act, the father had put his fingers on him.

"Oh, um..." Shit. This was so damn uncomfortable. It was good that no one else was awake yet, so that they didn't see this uncomfortable scene. Mordred's eyes opened when he saw that his father's eyes were overshadowed by his bangs, making them difficult to read. Shit. Had that bastard lied?( Not at least that he has forgotten) Had he really told Dad about his indiscretions?

Then, in the next moment, the father raised his face and smiled. He took a step forward and attracted Mordred towards him in a strong hug like that of a bear, holding him against his slightly swollen belly.

"Uhhh..."

"It's okay," the father whispered, patting him on the back. "I heard from Vash. I can't speak for you, or for anyone, but personally I am very happy to be able to share this unique experience with you, even with all of you, but with you above all."

"P-father...?"

With his other hand, Artoria's palm lowered and gently stroked his navel, as if he were caressing the head of the young man who would surely already be implanted there. "I know you'll be fine, Mordred. And I'm proud to be able to share this happiness with you."

For a long moment, Mordred was stunned, his body stiffened by his father's soft words. Then, in the following moments, the damn hydraulic works arrived. "God... damn... onions..." he said, after a moment.

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Artoria laughed. "I will be very happy to see my grandson, strange as it may seem." She withdrew from the hug, holding her with her arms outstretched. She tilted her head, with a thoughtful expression on her face.

"... Although I would prefer not to please Vash's fantasies. He said something about a 'mother-daughter' thing that sounds too perverted, even to me."

End

Although it will prepare the future for our indomitable bird more

Until next time