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The peace of your room was disturbed by a somewhat unexpected visitor.

"Why do I have to do this? I only offered to do this that time because of all the pregnancy stuff!" 

"Well she's still kind of busy with that sort of stuff. Hecate does need a lot of specialized care that only Medea can give her you know," you said, as you continued to leaf through a report on exactly that. Medea was extensive and thorough. Especially considering the unusual and special attributes that Hecate had inherited from her... unusual parentage.

Maybe soon you'd be able to introduce your youngest to your eldest children.

"But-"

You turned to look at her.

There she was, wearing nothing but an apron, holding a bowl of the famous, or infamous depending on who you asked, rice porridge that she produced so much of. Kykeon, she called it. Surprisingly, it actually was pretty good, the issue was just the excessive portions she served. Really filled you up after a good workout and replenished your energy.

You looked her up and down. The only clothing she wore were white thigh highs, a classic white apron, and a golden tiara on her head. Much like Medea, she had long, elfin ears, but that was about where the family resemblance ended. Indeed, though she was in theory Medea's aunt, though neither was entirely certain about how close they were in terms of a family tree due to divine shenaniganery, they were at least close enough emotionally to be aunt and niece. And master and student too.

However...

If you were told they were just two members of a fantasy race that were as far distant as was possible to be, you'd absolutely believe it.

Even down to their color scheme. Medea's lovely, bright blue hair went well with her predilection towards blues, purples and even the occasional dark green, and generally gave her a somewhat subdued beauty that didn't demand your attention, but always drew it. She was a well developed woman, perhaps not among the most voluptuous in Chaldea, but a combination of a really good body to begin with and the pregnancy she'd gone through meant that she was definitely not too many steps below the peak. 

By contrast?

The first time you met her you thought things were the other way around, and Circe was the niece! Her hair was bright pink, she had a mischievous glint to her eye, honest to goodness wings on her back and the sides of her head, oh, and of course, she was also a good fifteen centimeters or so shorter than Medea. At least. Hell, she might even be shorter than Nero!

"You're thinking about my height again," she said, her cheeks puffing up as she pouted. "I'm trying my best here you know," she said, pointing an accusatory finger at you. "I get it, you prefer full figured women, but I'll have you know, I'm confident in my skills and techniques!" she said, the hand that was holding the bowl of Kykeon gesturing up, and the bowl disappearing into motes of light. "This Falcon Witch has made dozens of men become slaves to her whim, teehee~!" she said, striking a cutesy pose.

"You know that just makes it worse right?" you responded.

She brought a hand to her mouth and cleared her throat. "I've turned men into pigs for less," she said, putting her hands on her hips and glaring at you. "Can you at least take me seriously?" she asked. 

"Weren't you the one complaining about having to do this less than ten minutes ago?" you asked, idly, turning the page on the report, reading through the current discoveries, which included consultations with Merlin, Merlin, Morgan and Morgan, apparently over some matters of succession. The fleeting thought of the way she wrote that passed through you, then you remembered, yeah, there's multiple of each of them. You glanced at Circe again.

She seemed upset.

"W-Well, I said yes," she said, "so now I'm going to do it with all my might! I was asked this favor by my apprentice and my Master, you know," she said, raising her finger and wagging it, as if she was scolding a dog. "Look if it'll help," she said, the tip of that finger glowing, and then she brought it to her chest, tapping it, making them grow a little, from her flat mosquito bites to an actually respectable pair of breasts. "There, is that better?"

They were a fair bit smaller than Medea's, but on her shorter stature, they looked quite big. 

"Quite," you agreed, humming. Her curves actually were quite womanly. Other than her rather comical height, she was very much a grown up woman, especially after she changed just that little bit.

She then winked at you, raising her hand and puckering her lips before blowing a kiss your way, and you swore you could see a red heart pop out from her lips, flying towards you for a moment before fading. "So are you going to allow me to fulfill my promise now?" she asked.

You hummed, finished your paper and set it on your bedside table, adjusting your position on your bed. You then removed the covers and showed Circe the fact that you were not wearing any pants. After all, you had intended to spend the night with Medea before the unexpected change in plans. 

Circe's eyes glinted. "Oh! Seems like all that talk was just that, you really fell for my charms huh?" she asked, "then let's start our crazy party and-"

However, you remembered a few scattered bits about her from Medea, that she had told you over time, while you just hung out, whenever you asked her about her past and what that'd been like. A lot of it was rather... depressing to say the least. But you vaguely remembered a couple details that were coming clearer now, and something that you remembered was that Circe acted in such a way as to hide her pain.

Medea did much the same in some ways and so understood.

Circe was a family member whom Medea cared about very much.

If this was what you could do for her to make her a little happier... yeah, this was probably what Medea had in mind with this whole thing in the first place. After all, here in Chaldea Circe as the closest thing you had to a mother in law, and maybe Medea had intentionally set this up as a way to get you closer to her. 

Well, you wouldn't disappoint your wife and beloved. 

"You came here to replace Medea and serve as my wife for the night," you said, taking a deep breath. "To perform her... I think she said, wifely duties?" you tried.

"That's... correct I suppose," Circe said. "So let's start the party!" she said, "I-"

"Therefore," you said, "I am going to be treating you as my wife from now on," you said, nodding to yourself,. That meant one thing. Even if just slightly, Circe had shown you that she was willing to change herself to appeal to you, that despite her complaining earlier and her flippant attitude, she was actually putting her best into this. 

And that alone meant you had to respond likewise.

You opened your arms. "Come here," you said, "come into my arms."

"I-" Circe huffed. "Right, wife," she said, nodding, "I'll get with the program, roleplay ain't bad once in a while even if I prefer Hackmaster to this kind of play," taking a few steps forward, leaning down so her face was next to yours, not really a lot, she continued after the short pause, "I'm gonna be yours for the night, teehee~!"

"That's right," you said, grabbing her small, almost dainty body, putting your hands on almost criminally soft and supple skin. This was... insane. You knew she wasn't human, that she was less human than even some of the monsters of Chaldea, but you didn't think it would be like this. It was like the finest silk and the smoothest satin all at once, you didn't even try to hold back the impulse to get even more of her, your hands touching her all over as you brought her closer to you, pressing her lithe body against yours, only the apron between your chest and hers. 

Pulling her up to your lap, you immediately captured her lips with yours, and she actually was caught by surprise, you weren't holding back at all. She was going to be your wife for tonight, and that meant giving her what you would be giving your wife, holding her, hugging her, tight and strong, as you devoured her.

Soon, your hands began to find her most sensitive spots. There was no part of her that wasn't, it was almost like every part of her was an erogenous zone, but her thighs, her chest, her back just under where the wings erupted from her skin, and most important of all...

A vital difference from Medea.

You broke the kiss and captured Circe's ear with your mouth, clamping your lips around the long, almost-knife-like ear and immediately began to suck and lick and slobber all over it, and she immediately cried out.

"Ngnho,, nyooo, dash shenshitibb~!" she mewled.

Jackpot.

One hand continued teasing just under her wings, the other went down her inner thighs, and began teasing the cleft of her lower lips. She wore no underwear under her apron, even without seeing it you could tell. She was wearing the naked apron, she had put everything she had into playing the role she was asked to as perfectly as possible... you couldn't help but reciprocate indeed.

Your fingers began applying pressure into her slit and in moments she opened up to let you start teasing her pink, soft, ever so slightly moist insides, her cute gasps coming clear into your ear as you played with hers, licking, sucking, slurping on it.

"Nygh, nhoo~!" she mewled, "dishh, ish'n, shu, shupposh ta 'ap-pen~!" she protested, your teeth applying ever the slightest amount of pressure, biting her ear super softly, at the same time as two fingers entered into her love hole and your thumb found her clit, pressing gently into it, almost as if it were an actual button.

And it might as well be her cum button, because she did exactly that, letting out a screech as she came her cute little brains out, and how, an orgasm that shook her entire body and highly stimulated your senses, her scent was overpowering as it took over the room.

She was panting, breathing heavily, shaking in your arms, you hugged her close to your chest, moving her  until she was fully and properly seated on your lap, and kissed her gently as she came back down, still shivering and shaking from her orgasm.

"N-not, not fair," she said, pouting childishly. "She never warned me you were this good," she said.

You still couldn't help yourself, your hands were playing with her unwordly pleasurable skin, burying your head into her hair, sniffing it, shit, she really was appealing to your every sense.

"Ah-ha, you've, fallen into..."

You smiled and moved her, she was light, very light. You wondered if maybe some of her bones were hollow to help her wings lift her, but you didn't put too much thought into that, especially not when most of your brain was consumed by the inhumanly amazing feel of holding her in your arms, and most importantly, of rubbing your hot, hard and throbbing cock along her flooded little slit, until she realized what was happening.

She opened her mouth to protest as soon as you lined yourself up with her vagina, but you shut her up with another hot and heavy kiss, and pulled her down onto your cock.

If you had ever wondered what liquid velvet could actually potentially feel like, you had to wonder no more, because that was it. That was indeed it. It was not human. She was not human. Never really had been. And there was undeniable proof in her pussy. It was unique beyond imagination. You screwed up your face and tried to hold on, despite the highly anticipated pleasure and the fact that all her squirming and cumming had stimulated your cock something fierce earlier.

But it was no use because she had another mindshattering orgasm that made her pussy go crazy on you, the almost liquid internal walls of her pussy acting like a whirlpool around your cock, swirling and sucking you in, taking in the rest of your cock into her until you poked the deepest spot and then exploded within, flooding her insides and then some with your own orgasm.

You were panting for breath as you came back down to Earth, clinging to her body for support.

She was trembling.

And then... she raised her hips, weakly, slowly... and brought them down again. Again. And again.

She was fucking herself on your cock. All pretense lost. Her face was a disaster, she was drooling, her eyes were a little clouded.

"Ahhn~ Is this~ I'm so jealous," she said, wiping at her face, and you realized she was tearing up, but then, she put her hands on your chest, her small and light frame helping her, and it began. Her hip movement was expert. Despite her sensitive body, it was clear that this was her element. Being on top. Being in control. She knew what to do, and you let her, you let her as you would let your wife.

And it was amazing. She struck such a great rhythm that it was only your vast experience with the greatest lays in the world that was keeping you going, she was really really good. She must not have been bluffing about seducing dozens of men...

But there was a hint of desperation.

You took her hands in yours, fingers intertwined, and supported her, closing your eyes and simply relaxing as you let her ride you at her pace, slowly but steadily working you towards another, even greater orgasm.

As she did, you felt droplets of liquid that wasn't her pussy juice falling on you, but you paid it no heed, your brain exploding moments later from the mutual, shared orgasm.

She stiffened up and trembled like a small bird in the cold, and then allowed herself to relax, falling on you a little brusquely. After a few moments of basking in the warmth, she began to move, to pull herself out, but your hand grabbed her by the waist, her wings fluttering, and then you pressed down, keeping her in place, your cock inside her, and then you pulled up the covers over her. 

You held her there, and felt her make herself comfortable, and so, you laid like that all night.

Early in the morning, however...

"Next time," Circe remarked with a giggle, "let's do the clean up spells BEFORE we go to sleep," she said. 

You nodded, and the two of you went about your morning rituals.

"Alright, then I'll make you some breakfast Kykeon!" she said.

Ever since you had gotten officially 'married' to Medea, your room at Chaldea had become something of a house on its own, and that meant, you had a kitchen of your own without needing to use Chaldea's facilities outside. 

You went into said kitchen to find Circe, wings unfurled, floating just above the ground, bent over a pot that she was cooking on.

At just the right height, still wearing only an apron.

You stepped behind her, immediately inserting your cock in her perfect velvet pussy, sticking your hands under her apron, finding that she still had her expanded breasts. You'd missed your chance to play with these last night, and you wouldn't make the same mistake twice, squeezing them in your hands. No flaws whatsoever, and even softer than most of the rest of her skin. How amazing, really.

"H-Hey!" she cried. "I'm cooking!"

You took her ear into your mouth, the one you hadn't teased last night, and began rocking her hips.

She would need to start over on the Kykeon, several times, but somehow, she never got mad about it...

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