A Plan Gone Awry Pt. 2 (Fate) (Patreon)

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Themes: Threesome, Dom/Sub, Anal  

Summary: Part 2 of A Plan Gone Awry. With Mordred’s attempt at stealing Shirou foiled, it’s time for Arturia to teach her the pecking order. But Mordred hasn’t given up on being Shirou’s favorite, and she’s still got some tricks up her sleeve. Shirou...doesn’t really get the competition, but he’ll take them not fighting, and the image of them cuddling together in post-coital bliss as a win. 

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After cumming inside of her, Shirou had pulled out, and Arturia had immediately stepped in. All Mordred could really do was whine in protest as the other woman began pulling at her clothes and her perfectly done-up hair.

“Deceit does not become you, mine daughter, even if you are called the Knight of Treachery. You should be yourself, rather than trying to pretend to be someone you are not. Perhaps if you’d approached Shirou from the beginning in that way, we wouldn’t be here now. I would likely have not been involved at all.”

Mordred growls, but she can’t deny that it feels nicer to have her hair all spiky and wild, rather than pulled so tightly down to her head like the way her father wears it. At the same time though, having Arturia pulling at her clothes and effectively stripping her naked does NOT make Mordred happy at all. She doesn’t really put up much of a fight though. In a way, Arturia is right. She can see now that she was being a bit silly.

Considering she’d effectively stolen these clothes in the first place, well… she really had no right to them. And besides, once she’s fully naked, rather than standing there embarrassed like perhaps her father expects her to, Mordred turns towards Shirou and gives him a wink and a smile, posing aggressively with her arms back behind her head as she stretches, her legs spread in what she considers a total alpha-stance.

“Is she right, Shirou? Do you like what you see?”

However, her moment of cockiness is subsequently ended by a smack to the back of her head. Mordred yelps and leans forward, ruining the pose as Arturia just shakes her head at her, having been the one to deliver the smack in the first place.

“Don’t be ridiculous, Mordred. Now that you’re going to be sleeping with Shirou regularly, it’s time that you learned the pecking order.”

Mordred scowls and turns to give Arturia a piece of her mind, only to stop dead in her tracks as she finds that, once her father got done stripping HER of all her clothes, the King of Knights had begun stripping herself as well. Her eyes drink in Arturia’s curves despite herself, and she swallows thickly and licks her lips, trying to think up a good rejoinder. But it’s hard, hard to come up with a comeback in the heat of the moment and even harder to focus on anything that isn’t her father’s tight, rocking bod. 

Arturia Pendragon is hot. There’s no denying it, and Mordred can’t help but try to surreptitiously compare them, even as she nibbles at her lower lip self-consciously. As a result of her indecision, Arturia is able to grab her by the arm and drag her to her knees, right then and there.

“Shirou, please present yourself for fellatio. It is time mine daughter learned how to give proper… head.”

It was so weird, hearing Arturia say things like that, mixtures of modern and outdated language. They’d both come a long way since they were first summoned into this modern age though. Mordred growls and tries to pull free, but Arturia is not letting go any time soon. In fact, the other woman now has her arms wrapped around Mordred, and is actively groping her breasts, gripping them tightly and kneading them in a way that the younger woman would never have expected from her straight-laced father.

And then Shirou’s cock is slapping down on her face, and Mordred goes cross-eyed just trying to look at it as it lays across the bridge of her nose. Luckily, it doesn’t remain there for long. Arturia is quick to take hold of the red head’s big fat cock and reposition it so that it’s pressed up against Mordred’s lips. 

“Say ‘aw’.”

Having no real choice in the manner, but silently promising retribution nonetheless, Mordred opens up and lets Shirou slips his cock right into her mouth. Then, she has to open up even more, because as it turns out, Shirou has a bigger dick than she’s expecting. Really, it shouldn’t be surprising. She just had it in her cunt after all, and even now, her pussy is a little tender as she kneels on the floor naked, gurgling around Shirou’s member.

“If you can’t even handle this much, you really are a disappointment. Keep going. Prove me wrong.”

Mordred growls, but the sound comes up rather muffled because of the cock lodged in her throat. Even still, when Arturia grabs at her untamed blonde locks and forces her head further down Shirou’s member, Mordred doesn’t resist. She HAS to prove herself. She has to prove her father wrong, even if that’s exactly what the King of Knights is manipulating her into thinking. Just because she’s being manipulated doesn’t mean that it’s not necessary, after all.

“Gagkh! Gagkh! Gagkh!”

Still, it’s no walk in the park. Mordred’s eyes water, and eventually tears fall as slobber and saliva pour from her mouth, down her chin, and off onto her chest. She has to grab the front of Shirou’s pants just to steady herself as she’s forced up and down his cock, back and forth, nonstop. But hey… at least he’s enjoying it. Through teary eyes, Mordred watches as Shirou groans, closing his own eyes, tossing his head back. He’s leaning against the back of the couch behind him, gripping it tightly as she sucks him off, and it’s clear that he’s loving what she’s doing, that she’s hitting ALL of his buttons.

That fills Mordred with no end of joy, and the more she continues, the better off she feels. Oh sure, she still gags and gurgles on his dick, but not quite so violently when she finally finds the rhythm that lets her keep from choking the entire time. Her tongue writhes along the underside of Shirou’s cock, and her lips suction down around his massive girth.

This… this is what she wanted. This power over him, over his pleasure. Sure, she might be the one on her knees with his dick in her mouth, but at the very least, she was also the one in control of when he came, right? Not quite, as Mordred soon learned.

“Fuck, getting close!”

Shirou’s exclamation would, under normal circumstances, have caused Mordred to do something like pull back so she could maybe tease him for a little bit. But under normal circumstances, she didn’t have her father kneeling behind her, directing the entire scene, dominating her. Arturia isn’t about to let her go any time soon, and even as Mordred tries to pull back, the older woman is quick to push her back down.

“Now, now, you’re not done yet, Mordred. Be a good girl and drink it all.”

Mordred’s eyes widen. She hadn’t even considered that an option. Drinking Shirou’s c-cum? That was… and then it was happening, and Mordred didn’t exactly have any more time to think about it, because she was drowning in Shirou’s ejaculate. His seed sprayed down her throat, but she wasn’t ready to swallow it. While some made its way into her gullet, the rest came back up, exploding out of Mordred’s lips and her nostrils. Of course, plenty stayed in her mouth too, chipmunking out her cheeks as a result.

She felt absolutely stuffed, even after Shirou pulled his large meaty rod out of her throat and from between her lips. Holding an entire mouthful of cum and then some in her maw was not what Mordred had been expecting to have… but that didn’t mean she couldn’t work with this.

“There. Now you see what is expected of a woman who lays with Shirou. Now you see what is expected of YOU. Will you still continue down this path, daughter of mine? Or will you run away with your tail tucked between your le-MMPH!”

While Arturia is busy monologuing, Mordred whips around and attacks before her father can stop her. The King of Knights barely has a moment to read the intentions of the Knight of Treachery before said Knight is upon her, slamming her into the ground… and locking lips. As Mordred pins the naked feminine form of Arturia Pendragon to the kitchen tile, she’s quick to distract the other woman with her tongue… and Shirou’s load, which she allows Arturia to drink down in her stead, transferring it from her mouth to the older woman’s.

As Arturia ends up forced to gulp down the red head’s seed, Mordred is not idle. Her hands grip her father’s wrists and drag them above the blonde’s head, while her legs kick at Arturia’s legs, her feet hooking into the King of Knight’s ankles and spreading them apart. This has the added effect of spreading Mordred’s legs apart as well, but that’s perfectly fine. In fact, it’s exactly what Mordred wants.

Once she has her father and her both spread eagle on the kitchen floor, the Knight of Treachery looks back over her shoulder at the only man equipped to pleasure them both senseless. Shirou is watching, making no move to help Arturia as he strokes his cock, which even now is still hard. Seeing this, seeing that he’s not stopping her, Mordred nods to her and the King of Knight’s exposed crotches.

“Which do you prefer, Shirou? Go ahead… they’re both available~”

Arturia sputters and growls, but before she can raise any form of protest or try to push Mordred off of her, Shirou is kneeling between their sandwiched bodies and applying his thick cock to the King of Knight’s tight little cunt. Watching her father’s face contort in the honest pleasure of a woman pleases Mordred to no end, and she laughs giddily as Arturia moans, her features going bright red and her eyes filling with unexpected arousal and desire.

She quickly cuts off the other blonde’s moans with more kissing of course, and their tongues spar with one another, intertwining one moment and wrestling for dominance the next. Mordred might be in a position of power right now, but they both know she’s not in THE position of power. That spot is reserved solely for the man currently plowing Arturia. Shirou Emiya decides what happens next, but one way or another, Mordred promises not to give in. She’s never been one for a pecking order before now, and she’s not about to bow down and submit to the King of Knights when she’s always resisted, always rebelled before.

Luckily, there’s less patricide involved this time around. All Mordred has to do to resist and rebel now is find ways to steal Shirou away from Arturia. Even if it’s only for a moment, even if it’s only temporary, it’s still good enough for her to be able to say that she got one over on dear old dad. Still, she also quite enjoys seeing Arturia in such honest, wanton ecstasy. As her father shakes and spasms through an orgasm beneath her, Mordred bites her lower lip, her pussy tinging with need of its own. Looking back over her shoulder, Mordred grins and wiggles her hips.

“Why don’t you take a break and try me on for size again, Shirou?~”

The red head just smiles at her, lifting an eyebrow. 

“Are you sure, Mordred? I mean, if you insist…”

Arturia is lost in her own little world for the moment, and with Shirou still thrusting away, she’s not going to be able to protest until it’s too late. Gaze altogether hooded, Mordred licks her lips.

“Oh, I assure you… I do.”

Shirou just chuckles and pulls his cock out of Arturia’s cunt. Mordred watches in anticipation as that slick, lubed-up massive member moves up… and then that anticipation turns to confusion, which quickly becomes something like horror as Shirou goes too far up, spreading her ass cheeks apart and impaling her pert little posterior on his cock right then and there.

To be fair, the horror only lasts as long as it takes for him to sink into her back door, and then Mordred’s face is contorting in honest, confused pleasure as she goes wide-eyed from the sheer sensations. Who could have known that anal would feel so good? Certainly not her, it wasn’t something she’d ever even considered trying before, if she was being honest. And yet, here she was, getting her tight little butt pounded by Shirou Emiya, his cock sinking in deep, only to pull out a moment later before thrusting in all over again.

As he begins to fuck her ass, Mordred loses all semblance of control she had over the situation. Her grip on Arturia’s wrists goes lax, as does her hold on the other blonde’s legs. The King of Knights, now able to concentrate because she’s no longer the one getting fucked, grins as she brings her hands up to her daughter’s face, cupping Mordred’s cheeks and leaning up to kiss her deeply, passionately. When she pulls back, her eyes are twinkling as she looks at Mordred’s mewling features.

“Something to learn, mine daughter… never believe you can predict or anticipate our Shirou. He will always surprise you, always.”

With his cock buried in her ass and it also feeling so fucking GOOD, Mordred can’t necessarily disagree with that. She’s certainly surprised… but it’s not a bad kind of surprised, as Shirou butt-fucks her and her father kisses her, and altogether, everything is… everything is great. She finally feels like she belongs somewhere.

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Later that evening, after everything, Shirou lays in bed. On his right side, is Arturia, curled into him, one hand still wrapped around his cock. On his left side is Mordred, also curled into him, ALSO gripping his cock. Both women are asleep, and luckily for the moment their grips are loose. They’d fallen asleep like that, because they just couldn’t stop competing, right up until the point of exhaustion.

Shirou didn’t pretend to understand why they were competing so aggressively. It’s not like he was going to choose one over the other. He never had and never would. If any woman in his life wanted an exclusive relationship with him, that just meant it wasn’t right for them to be together. And that was okay, Shirou would never want to make anyone unhappy. 

Still, while he might not get the competitive edge that both Arturia and her daughter have, he’ll take them doing this instead of out-and-out fighting each other to the death any day of the week. And to be fair, the sight of the two of them cuddling with him together in post-coital bliss… it’s an image he’s not sure he’ll ever forget.

With a soft smile on his face, the young man leans back and lets himself slowly begin to drift off to sleep as well. Who knew what the next day would bring? He would undeniably need his rest.