Rin Tohsaka - Stripping (Patreon)

Flashing multi-colored lights beamed from the ceiling lightning the room up in a rainbow techno-colour, a low sultry beat filled the room with an ambient tension and anticipation.

Behind the curtain of the stage, Rin Tohsaka bit her lip anxiously and peered out through a small gap in the side corner, taking in the wide room beyond the cloth, the wide stage platform and the tall silver pole stretching from the platform to the ceiling and not to mention, the dozens of young teenage boys that alone filled the room of the strip club.

The entire club rented out for them alone, to show case one girl, her. All because she, like an idiot signed a geass without fully reading it through and signing herself up for a marriage contract with the heir of a prominent family - she’d hardly cared at the time, Rin had blown any chance she’d had with the one boy she was interested in due to her familial and magus stemmed pride, and there was no way Saber would just give up the hero of her romantic fantasy.

So she’d entered into a marriage contract with the Nikos family, with the combined magic crest the heir possessed thanks to his mother and father combining their bloodlines, Jokuro the heir could make the most amazingly cut gems withlittle effort form even the lumpiest of coal.

She’d had no idea that by accepting the families customs, that sh’ed accepted the rules of the family, one in particular being that the females were subservant to the males.

And with her haughty attitude, Rin had made quite a few enemies in the male heirs, including her to be husband - which was another reason why why was in this situation.

A rough hand cupping one of the cheeks of her ass jolted Rin back to awareness and she jumped forward slightly out of the hands grasp. Cheeks flaming red, she turned around and growled angrily when she saw whom it was, “Leave me alone idiot,” the raven haired magus hissed.

Jokuro, a tall young boy with raven black hair, topped with a red highlighted fringe grinned at her, “Now is that anyway to talk to your future husband?” he grinned, holding her future over her head tauntingly and crossed his muscular arms.

Rin had to force her eyes not to follow the rippling muscle of his biceps shown off in a plain white hooded tank top. Jokuro was quite a bit younger than her, younger even than when she took part in the Holy Grail War, but she couldn’t deny that he was very handsome thanks in no part to his good genes and that he was built like a greek god thanks in no part again to the constant combat training he’d been put through since a young age and being imbued with the Dna of a fossilized Wyvern - a low end species of dragon and the weakest of them all true, but a dragon they were nonetheless, a phantasmal species.

“Do you really have to taunt me like this?” Rin groaned, “Isn’t this humiliation enough?” she asked, gesturing first to the outfit she was wearing. It was an outfit she hadn’t worn since the Grail War, the red sweater, thigh high stockings and small black mini skirt - only, she’d grown quite a decent bit since the Grail War. The sweater molded tight to her torso and showed off her perky well developed bosom, not quite on the level of her sister’s or Edelfelt’s, but more than a good handful and they rose high up and beautifuly on her chest.

The skirt on the other hand, did nothing to cover her modesty, it barely reached thigh level when she was in High School and now as a full grown woman it reached maybe just over her womanhood and no more. Which was a problem - Rin may have been beaten in the breast department by her sister, but the only girl she’d ever seen with a rear on par with hers had been the purple haired beauty Rider - Rin had always had a large and round bodacious ass but it had ballooned out even further since adulthood and the skirt did nothing to hide the two huge shelf like ass cheeks split by a lacy black thong.

Then she gestured to the stage, free of any strippers. Because first up, she was the entertainment. A way for Jokuro to show off his new trophy to his buddies

“No,” Jokuro grinned. Then before Rin could retort he spoke again, “Now you should have been out there a few minutes ago, stop pussyfoooting around and get out there slut!” he punctuated the statement by rearing his hand back and delivering a punishing spank to her ass that set the bouncy round cheeks jiggling and drew a yelp from the bodacious japanese woman.

The force alone was enough to send Rin staggering out onto the stage and almost immediately whoops and cat calls greeted her.

“Whoo look at that outfit!”

“You used to wear that commonly? Always knew you where a slut Tohsaka!”

“Get a move on bitch!”

“Fucking Jap slut!”

Gritting her teeth, Rin calmed down as much as she could and swallowed all hesitation. With grace only born from years of training in martial arts under Kotomine Kirei, Rin strutted forward, swinging her full hips as she made her way to the silver pole in the middle of the stage, doing her utmost best to ignore the jeers being thrown at her.

As she reached the back of the pole, she grabbed it with one hand and used it to swing around back facing the front, flicking her hips enough to bring whatever little amount of her skirt was covering her bodacious ass cheeks flying above and exposing the T-shape thong splitting her ass cheeks to the crowd.

“Look at that ass!”

Following the momentum of the spin, Rin swung around back to face the back of the pole and pressed forward, the pole loding deep between her rounded breasts, showing them off well even under the red sweater.

And so it continued. Rin teased and flounced using the pole, pressing into it, dancing around it, even at times sliding up it with impressive gymnastic skill. Then;

“Take em off!”

One after another the boys began to demand she lose the clothes, and so she began doing so.

Sliding down the pole, the twin tailed woman positioned herself in front of the crowd, grasped the bottom of her sweater with both hand and in one motion, pulled it up over her head, leaving her torso bare, except for the lacy black thong straps sliding up over her hips and the matching lacy black bra cupping her tits and pushing up the swell of her large, rounded bosom.

While they built up into another frenzy of shouting, Rin bent forward while sliding one hand up her back and the moment she dipped in a perfect bow, she unclipped her bra and let it fall to the stage.

The boys went wild and despite herself Rin felt a flush of pride at her tits drawing that reaction out of so many boys. And what a pair they were, large and high on her chest, they were perky with little to no sag and topped with small pink nipples that were hardened into little nubs from the cool air of the room.

Then she dipped back up and swung her full hips, spinning around and bending over against the strippers pole, showing off the tiny skirt riding up over her sexy ass cheeks and the thong straps digging into her womanly hips.

But more than that, was the glittering fang tattoo displayed just above her perfect rear end, the newly crafted family crest of the Nikos family, designed by Jokuro to show off him being the embodioment of a dragon. And used as a tramp stamp above Rin’s perfect ass showing his ownership of her.

The thought of showing it off had repulsed her previously, but now caught up in her pride of having those boys go wild and her womanhood beginning to moistion with a pridely desire, Rin had no qualms about shaking her fat ass from side to side and proudly showed off the tattoo of ownership.

Just as she was about to pull the skirt down her legs, the music cut off and Jokuro came walking onto the stage, “Keep that on,” he ordered her with a snap of her fingers, a fanged grin being sent her way, “I’m gonna have some fun with you in that in a little while.”

Flushed as she was, Rin could only nod dumbly.

“The hell Nikos!”

Such shouts were thrown at him, but the dragon embodioment merely tuned them out and turned to the other teens, “I got bored watching so now I’m gonna go fuck the shit out of her,” he grinned at them, taking pride in their gurmbles, he waved at the DJ at the back of the room and the music played again. “Content yourselves with the normal strippers boys, I’ve got a babe to fuck silly, feel free to listen in, I’ll be using one of the side rooms for lapdances.” he bragged.

Then reaching out, he grabbed Rin by the arm and dragged her off stage. Tonight was gonna be a good good night.