A Long-Awaited Release

Though she had calmed down over time, Mordred liked to consider herself a confident and direct woman who could stand above all genders and races without fear or shame. She had proven this time and again on the battlefield, fearlessly charging enemy lines to inspire her troops and lead them to victory.

Needless to say, Mordred had earned the trust, respect, and adulation of everyone who had served alongside her in the frontlines. She had also earned herself various would-be suitors in the process, but, while she could joke around with them and play off their advances with a smile, the truth of the matter was that Mordred was 'extremely' irritated by their audacity.

Though she had done her best to bury her growing negativity, Mordred couldn't deny that her patience had slowly eroded away with time. This was exacerbated by the fact Drake constantly tried giving her 'advice' on the matters between men and women. She was like a snake constantly whispering promises of pleasure and release, words that had, at times, resulted in Mordred doing things she almost immediately regretted.

While others might not think much of it, Mordred had always considered it disgraceful to have to pleasure herself. She wanted to remain resolute in the decision she made, and, if it was ever discovered she 'tended' to herself, Mordred believed the way her men would look at her would change. Just the thought of such things made her feel more vulnerable than she would ever admit, so, while she had fallen to temptation a handful of times, she always stopped before things got too out of hand.

With such a mentality, Mordred wilfully ignored anything related to the matters between men and women. She could still give advice and sometimes teased the younger members of her squadron, but, when it came to the specifics, her knowledge was purely theoretical. She still had a number of expectations, tempting her to research various materials, but, in the end, all Mordred genuinely cared about was growing strong enough to become one with her Chichiue...

In the end, none of Mordred's expectations, theories, or anxieties held any value, as, from the moment her Chichiue embraced her, everything she thought she knew about sex was thrown out the window. There was none of the expected pain or discomfort, and, though she tried her best to cover her mouth, a sonorous and womanly moan escaped her lips as a pulse of pure pleasure tore through her body before impacting her mind like a hammer striking an anvil.

Unable to form any coherent thoughts, Mordred was slightly embarrassed to realize she was calling out to her Chichiue in a whimpering moan every time another crash impacted her mind. The leg press she had used for support was ripped apart due to her inability to control her own strength, and, if not for the invisible force that had enveloped her wrists, Mordred wasn't sure she would even be able to stand upright.

It was around the time that these thoughts were going through her head that Mordred realized her greatest shame to date. She had thought it was sweat at first, but, after her senses gradually returned to her, she realized the droplets staining the thick mats of the gym were actually her tears. She wasn't in any pain or anything, but, every time the pulse passed through her body, she felt such a considerable amount of pleasure and relief that it was simply impossible to stop the tears dislodged from her ducts with every impactful movement.

Mordred tried to comfort herself by pretending her Chichiue couldn't see them, but, as if he was reading her thoughts, she soon found herself held upright. His tongue denied her any right to protest, and, due to the mirrors lining the entire gym, Mordred could feel her cheeks burning when she looked forward and saw the image of her Chichiue supporting her legs as his almost comically oversized member plowed into her body.

Seeing her stomach inflate slightly with each movement, Mordred felt a strange feeling of shame that caused her to clench up with enough force to mold steel. Instead of inhibiting her Chichiue's movements, however, the pleasure became even more intense. She could even 'feel' the outline of her Chichiue's member, firm and uninhibited as his glans played across her interior folds like someone running their fingers down a piano. Mored felt this was a rather apt description, as, in a desperate attempt to draw air, her sonorous 'singing' could be heard echoing through the gym as her Chichiue nibbled on her neck.

Though everything thus far was completely outside her expectations, Mordred could feel something surging within her body with each passing moment. She knew what this was, but, after climaxing several times thus far, she actually felt a little nervous regarding the feeling spreading through her body and threatening to make her burst. It was what her Aneue and many others had warned her about, the so-called 'big one' that could even lay low Goddesses of Sex...

Regardless of her rising trepidation, Mordred would not allow anything to get in the way of her union with her Chichiue. She wouldn't even allow the person in question to try and back out, her hands reaching behind her head to hold onto his just as the pleasure in her body seemed to reach 'critical mass'.

Mordred had heard a lot about the phenomenon, but, the moment she felt her Chichiue hold her tighter, pulling her legs closer to his body so that he could embrace her, it was like a bomb had been set off in her body. All of her thoughts ceased in their entirety, and, for a brief moment, Mordred was certain she had blacked. When she came to, she found herself heaving for air as an indescribably hot yet pleasant sensation spread through her insides. This feeling brought her tremendous relief, and, before she realized it, Mordred found herself looking at her slovenly figure in the mirror as her hand instinctually moved to her abdomen...

---

Though he didn't really get fatigued within his own Realm, Vahn suppressed a sigh of relief when he noticed the dazed smile visible in Mordred's reflection. She wasn't actually pregnant, but, now that he had cum inside of her, he could feel the tensions in her body decreasing rapidly, replaced by a burgeoning maternal aura. She didn't even seem to be aware of the fact that her body was still twitching violently, and, if he wasn't holding onto her, it would almost look like she was having a seizure.

What Mordred wasn't aware of was that this was only the beginning, as, due to a genuine concern that she might break, Vahn held back from initiating a meld. Even Da Vinci could only experience such stimulus periodically, as, immediately following the event, focusing on her work was simply impossible. Instead, she would spend upwards of three days just relaxing, often snuggling up against him as they absentmindedly reshaped the cosmos with their thoughts...

Vahn could tell that Mordred wasn't ready for such a stimulus, as, prior to his cumming inside of her, she had still been very tense. Now, however, she was slowly beginning to relax, and, rather than just being on receiving end, he could imagine her bouncing back, eager to continue. She had been waiting for several decades for the restrictions on their relationship to be removed, and, now that there was nothing standing in her way, Vahn could imagine Mordred becoming 'very' proactive...

---

After staring at herself for several minutes, her mind bereft of a single thought, Mordred gradually came back to her senses when she noticed her Chichue lifting his head to stare back at her. Then, as if she had only just remembered what they were doing, Mordred felt like a bolt of lightning had struck her mind, returning her clarity in an instant and causing her to nearly apologize for being selfish.

Before she could organize her thoughts well enough to speak, Mordred was left at a loss when her Chichiue blew a ticklish stream of air next to her ear before saying, "Your dazed expression is pretty cute...I'm looking forward to seeing it often from now on..."

Mordred wasn't fond of being called cute, but, hearing her Chichiue's reminder, her lower body clenched up by pure instinct. This caused another small wave of pleasure to spread through her body, silencing any retort she might have had. Instead, she just allowed her Chichiue to continue holding her for a while longer, warmth spreading from her stomach to the rest of her body before she finally uttered, "If it is Chichiue's request...I don't mind wearing cuter clothes..."

Hearing Mordred's utterance, a massive grin spread across Vahn's face, but, while it was certainly a tempting thought, his answer was a firm, "Silly girl. I've always loved you just as you are. Though you caused me a number of headaches in the past, the memories of our time together give me strength in the present. Even if you continue behaving like a spoiled little monkey at times, treating my body like a personal playground, you would never hear me complaining."

To emphasize his point, Vahn manipulated reality so that his memories reflected in each of the mirrors. It was a little strange, especially considering he was still holding her from behind with his penis firmly pressed against her cervix, but various images of their times together began to play on each panel. Every single one of them showed him smiling, and, though there were times when his expression became slightly troubled, there was never a single moment where the love and affection visible in his eyes waned.

Though it was embarrassing to see so many versions of herself behaving like a spoiled tomboy, a reminiscent smile still spread across Mordred's face. She knew her reasons for climbing all over his body weren't exactly 'pure', but, even when she got out of hand, her Chichiue continued to smile at her. There were even times when he would wilfully ignore what she was doing, allowing her to take advantage of him while he just stared off into empty space.

Realizing how shameless she had been in the past, an uncharacteristic blush crept across Mordred's cheeks, encroaching upon her ears and neck. This was exacerbated by the fact she noticed some of the panels replaying the times when her Chichiue had spanked her bottom. Though the incident had filled her with shame and regret, the angle of the mirror made it possible to see the passionate look in her eyes. She hadn't actually enjoyed being spanked, but, just knowing her Chichiue was the one touching her butt caused her to feel excited...

Remembering the events preceding their union, Mordred was glad she had put so much effort into toning her butt. Though it was obvious he had sought her out with the intent to have sex from the very beginning, their playful interactions over the years were one of the things that kept her going. Just the thought of being able to entice her Chichiue with her body caused Mordred's heart to race, and, remembering this, her reservations began to gradually fade away.

Feeling emboldened, Mordred shifted her focus away from the mirrors, her face morphed into what she hoped to be a seductive grin as she looked up into her Chichiue's eyes and stated, "I want you to fuck me into oblivion."

Though he wasn't that surprised by Mordred's words, Vahn still raised his brows slightly as an amused smile spread across his face. Then, even though it caused his other vessels to visibly cringe, he brought his face closer to Mordred's, whispering, "That's my girl..." in the moments preceding an extremely passionate session of love-making...

(A/N: Alternate Titles: 'Mordred is surprisingly innocent','Welcome to the pinnacle','Okay, maybe I jumped the gun regarding Mordred's innocence...')

https://bit.ly/2XBzAYu <-(p.atreon link)

paypal.me/Einlion

Discord Invite: https://discord.gg/Jwa8PKh