Hotel Chaldea Ep. Mordred & Saber Lily 4 (Patreon)

There could have been an epic tale, a million words and more, talking about the circumstances that led to this situation, telling of a journey so incredible and so astounding that few, if any would ever believe it, featuring legendary characters, iconic figures of human history both widely known and not so much, twists, turns and an ever increasingly more awe-inspiring development after another...

Highs of great triumph, lows of great tragedy, astonishing victories, and bitter, terrible defeats.

But none of that was important, in the face of the unsurmountable, undefeatable, invincible challenge that was...

Mandricardo behind a steering wheel, while Ritsuka cheered him on as he utterly, totally and absolutely demolished you, after a bitter, hard fought battle, brought to its end by his car crossing the finish line first.

And then the two erupted into cheers, and Ritsuka glomped onto him like she'd come straight out of an anime, and he swung her around, now crowned victor and greatest racer in all of Chaldea, at least when it came to Gran Horizon. Then Mandricardo blushed beet red, and almost dropped Ritsuka like a sack of bricks.

She giggled at his reaction, obviously amused to tease him, and as soon as they turned to you, Mandricardo extended his hand, which you took and shook firmly. "Good race," he said, "it was a nail biter!"

"You liar, you smoked me," you responded with a chuckle, "all I could see was your exhaust smoke all race!"

He looked a bit embarrassed. "No, not at all, I had to go all-"

Your phone vibrated and then a notification signal came up.

"Oh, it's this late already?" you muttered. "I'm really glad we got to finish, but I won't let it stand like this. I will have my revenge!" 

"C'mon, we'll take him any time, right my friend?" Ritsuka asked, throwing her arm over Mandricardo's shoulders, causing him to blush again.

"Y-Yeah I guess," he said. 

After that, the three of you said your goodbyes to each other, Ritsuka and Mandricardo staying behind in the console room to keep playing more videogames while waiting for their own duties to start, while you went to the meeting point where your duties would begin, passing through the clean, pristine and still slightly crowded halls of Chaldea, the early morning rush as everyone started their work day still in full swing.

Finally, you reached your destination.

Not your office, today was a different kind of work day after all...

No, you entered a room that was one of Chaldea's more medieval-themed dungeons, and one especially designed around the concept of a medieval-themed sex dungeon. It had everything you needed, chains on the walls, aesthetic cells, a table with a bunch of equipment and toys laid out on it, lots of chains and shackles and cuffs to restrain people with in varying positions, one of those scary looking triangular wooden horse things, and of course, a pair of smoking hot blondes, one of which was in a white dress, the other in a red leather jacket, denim booty shorts and a nearly nonexistent tube top that was more of a breast band.

They were hugging each other, and when you entered, Lily was whispering sweetly to Mordred, a hand on her cheek, the other hugging her shoulders. They turned towards you, Mordred looking scandalized and hostile as per usual, but Lily making a happy sound as she noticed you. "There he is!" she said, smiling. "Okay, now that we're all here," she said, "we can begin!"

"Not even a hello or a good morning kiss?" you asked, raising an eyebrow. "I'm feeling neglected here!" you said, stepping up to them and hugging Lily, tilting her head up and claiming her lips with a ferocious, hungry kiss that demonstrated how disappointed a man can be by being denied her sweet taste and wonderful aroma, even holding her in your arms was already making your heartrate quicken and your arousal increase. 

She reciprocated, of course, making out with you heavily, her tongue intertwining with yours and giving as well as she received. This was what it was all about, your hands felt her back and her butt and you squeezed the firm, well shaped muscles like a stress toy, which she clearly liked quite a bit.

Finally, the kiss broke, and you looked deeply into each other's eyes. "Don't neglect Mordred now," Lily said, winking at you.

"Eh- wha, no, I don't need to, not from him!" Mordred shouted, pointing a finger at you.

Lily turned to you. "That's Mordred-speak for 'kiss me papa'!" Lily said with a wink.

"No it's not!" Mordred retorted, "daaaaaaaaaaad!" 

Lily giggled.

You snorted, but did as Lily instructed, grabbing Mordred, hugging her and pressing her small, hard, lean, svelte and powerful body against yours, feeling her soft skin, sticking your hands under her jacket and behind her, pulling her where Lily had been moments ago, which despite her protests, Mordred melted into.

Right. 

"You're not a Knight now Mordred, a knight has stern discipline and powerful self control," Lily said, "you're a bratty young girl that throws tantrums and needs correction," Lily said, raising her finger, her voice sounding as sweet to your ears as ever, yet Mordred trembled in your arms at them all the same. 

Mordred was... complicated at the best of times, but Lily had asked for your help in getting Mordred further in touch with her femininity - that is to say, the part of her that wasn't Mordred, Knight of the Round Table, but rather Mordred, as a person. As a young woman. And... well, it hadn't been going well. Even though almost everyone who cared about Mordred insisted that getting a more complete understanding of her being would only help, Mordred had trouble adjusting to it.

And that's where you came in, once again... Lily wouldn't trust anybody else, and more importantly, Mordred wouldn't really open up to anybody else either. 

Your lips met hers, and she resisted for a moment, but the truth of the matter was that if she wanted to, she could push you off with contemptible ease. Strong as spells and magical doping had made you, it meant nothing in the face of a proper servant's strength... and yet, Mordred melted in your arms, lips opening and tongue slipping out, coming for yours first, desperately, as the once treacherous knight clung to you in a way most reminiscent of a young woman seeking comfort.

She was already there, she just needed to be made aware of it.

Ironically, in order to become a more complete knight, she'd need to stop being a knight, and learn how to be human... properly this time, rather than just imitating humanity.

"Excellent, perfect even," Lily gushed, "oh, I'm even getting jealous of you Mordred! Keep going, I'm going to get changed! Please undress Mordred as well!" 

You hummed, glancing at her for a moment, then returning your attention to Mordred. To her, right, mentalize that, it was easy to slip back into referring to Mordred, the Knight, and not Mordred, the young woman... exploring her body was first and foremost, as her hands grabbed onto your shoulders and she kissed you with wild abandon, you went about Lily's request, undoing her belt buckle and then working her tiny pants loose, hard considering her behind was the only part of her body with body fat in it and she was stretching her booty shorts quite a bit, but you managed, never breaking the kiss with her.

Surprisingly adorable white panties with a sword motif featuring the many weapons of the Knights of the Round Table were revealed under her booty shorts, and you... decided not to pull those off, even as you took control of Mordred's body and pulled off her jacket, before removing her top as well, her shorts dropping to her ankles as you did this.

She didn't resist you at all. Despite her protestations and complaints, whenever you broke the kiss or stopped touching her to deal with her clothes, she instantly leaned into you, pressing her body against yours, looking for more of your warmth and touch, she might not even be aware of what she was doing. 

Through all of this, it really was no wonder that you got hard as a rock, your pants growing increasingly more constricting and the pressure growing.

With Mordred only in her cute panties and shoes, you grabbed onto her butt and pulled her up, getting a better angle to make up with her and grinding your crotch against hers, humping her while continuing with the kiss.

And then, Lily returned, wearing only a white corset, pure white stockings decorated with lace, white high heels, and white satin-looking gloves that came up to her armpits. She was also holding a riding crop, a familiar one, on her right hand, and with the other, she pulled a loose hair behind her ear as she approached with a bright smile.

"Now, Mordred," Lily said, playing with her riding crop.

You let Mordred down, and she looked at Lily, the two of them were so similar, yet so different, it was astonishing. Elegance, grace and an incorruptible purity that could not be defiled, next to innocence wrapped in a violent and rough exterior... 

"Now, what do we say when we want something?" Lily asked. "You want him to fuck you, don't you?"

"What, no, I don't!" Mordred stubbornly refused.

Lily's hand moved like a white blur, a perfectly smooth arc. Her riding crop made a satisfying thwack on Mordred's perfectly formed butt, leaving a red print, and dragging a screech out of Mordred.

"Wha- hey!" Mordred protested. 

"That is not what we say!" Lily cut her off. "Say it properly. Tell him what you want!"

"But-"

Lily hit her again, this time the hit was harder, and Mordred grabbed her butt, yelping in surprise at how hard and fast it'd come. "Tell my husband you want him to fuck you, Mordred... call out to him properly, like I taught you."

Mordred blushed bright red, looked aside, and Lily smacked the riding crop on her gloved palm, which seemed to convince her to hurry it up. "P-Please," she said, her voice cracking a little, "please fuck my slutty bitch pussy, daddy!" she said, closing her eyes, face redder than her jacket and trembling in place.

The words registered, and you could feel them reverberate across your body.

Daddy, huh?

She seemed hesitant to say it...

But her hesitance wouldn't fool anybody, because the moment she said it, her panties became significantly darker as a damp patch began to spread from her pussy, soaking them through. Wow. She really was dishonest to a fault, even with herself, but the moment she was forced to admit it... damn.

She might well be the easiest woman you'd ever met, and it was always surprising just how Mordred seemed so contradictory and chaotic at the best of times.

You were about to explode out of your pants, and so Lily, giggling, grabbed Mordred and pulled her, bending her over the wooden horse, having Mordred hold onto it, showing off the perfect curves of her body from behind, a smooth, beautiful back leading onto the characteristic peach-like ass that all of the 'Artoria' genus shared, even one who wasn't technically one of them.

Lily turned to you. "Here!" she said, one hand on Mordred's lower back, preventing her from even moving at all just by resting it there, and the other pulling down Mordred's soaked panties, showing off her beautiful flower of a pussy, gushing with fluids already. As if to prove a point, Lily smacked her with an open palm, Mordred's pussy gushing even more. "Since we've become married, sort of," she spoke, "that makes you Mordred's stepdad!" she said. 

You snorted. That was one of the most popular genres of porn in the planet!

"Now come here and claim your stepdaughter's cute little pussy," Lily said.

Well... you already had three children. Two daughters and a son. Mordred was a strange one, someone who didn't quite adhere to the conventions of gender. When the armor was on, when Mordred was performing the duties of a Knight, gender didn't even really apply... but ignoring all the human aspects wasn't healthy either.

"F-Father... I'm scared," Mordred said, voice trembling. "It feels weird. It feels like there's no going back after this... I'm scared, I just wanted to be a perfect knight for you," she said, voice small, as if she was clinging to hope.

Artoria Lily, in an unusual moment where she adopted the full dignity of the King of Knights rather than the purity of the Princess of Knights, got closer to Mordred's face and kissed her cheek. "I don't need, nor want, a perfect knight," she said, "I want you to be happy," she said, honestly and warmly. "So just let go... just let go of everything, let your worries drift away. There is a time to put on your armor, and to be my valorous guardian knight," the Once and Future King spoke, tenderly, "but when you take that armor off, when we are together in our capacity as humans," she said, "then I want you to let go of all those burdens, and simply let your heart go free..." she said, cupping Mordred's cheeks with her hands, turning Mordred to face her as she did.

"C-Can I?" Mordred asked. "I've... I've never been anything else," she said. "I don't know how to be anything else... Mother only taught me how to be a knight, a weapon for her to use, I- I-"

Lily turned to you, and gestured for you to proceed, and you nodded, getting behind Mordred, and pushing your cock past the blonde's gushing lower lips, Mordred moaning and gasping and trembling as you plunged into her, a body that knew you well and accommodated you like she was a veteran, an expert in taking cock... a body that knew what it wanted, what the heart wanted, even if her mind was in flux and in doubt and in denial.

Not the King, but the person, the girl, the young woman, Artoria Lily planted her lips on Mordred's, an almost innocent and chaste peck, made so very much lewder by the fact that your shaft was getting a thorough workup by Mordred's insides, the folds and creases of the inside of her vagina going wild on you.

The kiss finished.

Mordred looked into Artoria Lily's eyes for an extended moment before she turned back to you.

"Will... will you accept me? Will you hold me and love me?" she asked. "Even if I'm not- even if I'm not a perfect knight, will you still care for me?" she asked, sounding vulnerable and open in a way that was heavy and staggering.

You bent down and captured her lips.

"We met under odd circumstances," you spoke, one hand on Mordred's hip, the other on her face, cupping her chin, making her look at you, unable to avert her gaze, looking into her eyes, and seeing only her desire for an answer. "You can lean on me whenever you need me," you said, simply and clearly. "I will give my love to you."

Mordred closed her eyes, and nodded, and you let her go, pulling back up, and grabbing onto her hips firmly.

Lily smiled brightly. 

Before you started pounding her, however, Mordred turned her face to you one more time, looking up at you. "H-Hey..." she said, trembling a little. "Can I call you daddy when we're having sex?" she asked.

There was a moment's pause.

Your cock almost burst inside of her already. Somehow it was so lewd, so wrong, so filthy and simply so completely unacceptable that it was almost enough to send you over the edge. The way she used that word, so charged and so potent, was incredible. It was... powerful. Intense even.

And it was just one word.

"Only if you want me to lose control and go crazy on you," you said.

Mordred smirked in a pleased way. For a moment, she looked to have found true bliss, absolute inner peace, and contentment, and then her face turned perverted. "Then go crazy on me, d-a-d-d-y♥"

Lily laughed.

You didn't hold back at all. Mordred had let go of everything else and simply received your unbound lust, the slap of skin on skin and her sweet, wonderful moans as she accepted the parts of her she had tried to cast away long ago and you fucked them right into place, by the ever degenerating screams that went from words to meaningless babble and unintelligible nonsense, you might be figuratively fucking her brains straight out.

Almost the only intelligible thing she managed to say was a simple call... a begging request.

"Harder daddy♥!"

Lily hugged you from behind, standing on her toes to whisper words of naughty encouragement into your ear as you laid into Mordred, telling you to fuck her harder, to punish her for all the holding back, for all the times she had made a mess, encouraging you to slam into her, even as your pleasure overwhelmed you and you began cumming into her, even helping you keep thrusting through your orgasm and begin building into another one, never giving yourself a chance to get soft at all.

Mordred took it all like a champ, several hours of fucking and countless creampies into her cunt later, she wasn't even conscious, but still thrusting back into you as you fucked her.

Until at last, it was over, and you pulled out of Mordred, no longer able to get it up after giving everything to her.

Carefully, you helped her off the wooden horse she was draped over, and then sat on a mat that Lily'd gotten from somewhere, hugging Mordred to your body, as she drifted back into consciousness. Lily sat beside you, leaning against you. She'd masturbated herself to several orgasms through the day, sometimes using her hands, sometimes using toys, sometimes just grinding against you, but she had kept your mind squarely focused on Mordred through it all.

Mordred grumbled as consciousness returned to her almost entirely, and rested her back against your chest.

"Oi. Outside of, of private situations," Mordred said, "I'm still a Knight, and don't you forget it. if you dare treat me like I'm just some little girl, I'll shove Clarent up your butt!" she threatened, though there was little fire to that threat. "I'll make you my woman!" she threatened.

You smiled and hugged her tighter. She was a little bloated from your cum, you noted, like she'd had a huge meal, despite the veritable flood of it under the wooden horse.

Right. "That's okay, loving you means loving all parts of you, both your self as a young woman, and your self as a proud knight," you said, resting your chin on her shoulder.

"You better," Mordred said, relaxing against you.

Lily hummed, and with a little effort and cooperation from you, she moved so she was also in front of you and you could hug both of them at the same time, their shoulders against each other. 

"Also I'm not going to call you, uhm, that when we're not having sex!" Mordred said. "I only have one father, and that's-"

Lily cut her off with a laugh. "Mordred, don't be ridiculous, there's at least one of me for every servant class and then some!"

For some reason, right at that moment, that seemed like the funniest shit ever, and all three of you were laughing uproariously, maybe you were still a little fuck drunk. 

"Soooo..." Lily began. "Can I be next?" she asked. "I want some deep, hard love too!"

Naturally, your body responded, your dick already beginning to harden.

"Mordred, can you get me ready with your mouth?" you asked.

The cheeky former Knight of Treachery turned to you, a salacious expression on her face. "Of course, daddy♥!"

The day was not over yet, and neither was your lovemaking.