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Medusa Lancer couldn’t complain, it just wasn’t in her nature.
She was certain if her older sisters were in her position they would’ve done as much and then some. Contract be damned she was sure they would have found some way to get back at their Master for ‘subjecting’ and ‘ridiculing” a paragon of beauty like one of them to this. But Medusa herself? To her it was just another innocuous detail about her body, something that warranted as much thought as whether she favored her right or her left or that she was the Gorgon. It was what it was.
Much as it saddened the young girl to be without her sisters, in a way, she was almost glad they weren’t here with her. She could only imagine the storm Chaldea would be put through if Euryale and Stheno saw what these ‘unclean heathens’ had inflicted on their darling, baby sister—after having a good banter back and forth between themselves over just how humorous it was.
It's not like Medusa was the first Servant affected by how Humanity saw them. The blind rages Heracles fell into were so legendary it was rare for any summoning of his from the Throne of Heroes to be able to speak clearly. The Gemini Castor’s very divine nature was nearly wiped from history and as such, from his own summoning. And the evil incarnation of Jeanne D’ Arc summoned by the Holy Grail had drunk a de-aging potion and now thought it was her duty to be Santa Claus!
As far as crazy Spirit Origins to have, Medusa got off relatively lucky—though that’s not to say she wouldn’t mind not being pregnant, if it were at all possible.
The Chaldea staff had an absolute field day when she was summoned. There were exceptions to every rule of Magecraft and even more exceptions piled on top of those exceptions, but the records had been pretty confident that no Servant had ever been summoned the way she was. They were paired Servants and child servants and Servant pairs where one was the child of the other but a Servant with child?! That was a new one!
Servants did not have mortal bodies! Their blood was magical energy! They were beings of Ether who didn’t even strictly need oxygen! How earthly reproduction enters the equation baffled everyone, even their resident genius Da Vinci!
A preliminary x-ray showed nothing inside Medusa but the same magical energy that should have been there, it was simply more… concentrated in her abdomen than it should be otherwise. That was all. It was like she was pregnant yet also not pregnant, at the same time.
A little bit like how she was when she was alive, or… when she got older?? There was good reason why Servants tried not to think too hard about this stuff.
Medusa supposed she should’ve been grateful, her phantom pregnancy had the decency to not flare up in any unsightly ways while on assignment, but she’d be lying if she said she wouldn’t rather be in her normal Lancer, or even Rider, body.
Medusa bites her bottom lip, pushing back against the urge to groan out as she moves a small hand to get a grip on one of the sofa’s armrests to sit-down. Other Child Servants like her were so short they might have to hop just to make it onto a couch, but her? In her condition, she was stuck awkwardly trying to shimmy her butt onto it, and when she finally makes it up her small legs have to dangle off the edge of the seat cause she was too short to reach the floor! The poor girl so embarrassed of having to do so she tried to bury herself more in her black hood to hide.
Even the most unremarkable Servants were capable of feats of strength beyond the average Mage. Even she was so many months along! Medusa was sure at the first hint of danger she would be able to leap out of her seat and fight unencumbered with the same speed and power she’d normally have. She had even been so desperate to try and trick her own body into thinking there was danger and that she needed to be able to spring into action, but it was to no avail. On the contrary, her body seemed to even know when danger was coming before she did, alerting her by the loss of her body’s ‘weight’ to Presence Concealments she knew she never would have noticed on her own.
It was part of what made it so infuriating. It wasn’t that bad… all things considered. But as Medusa huffed for breath, sweat beading across her foreheads as her body ached a hundred different sensations a body like hers was not meant to experience yet, it sure started to seem like it was.
She already disliked entering her Master’s room without having a good reason but had found herself unable to resist today. Even when idly walking she would often find herself unconsciously returning there. It was the most private and comfortable room in all of Chaldea. In spite of Servants’ lack of need for sleep, the staff had been gracious enough to give her a this to rest in there. They had even offered her her own room and bed as well but she had quickly shut that line of discussion. It was tempting though. As the youngest she had never been allowed her own room, but it was already uncomfortable enough being offered such special treatment, it… didn’t feel right to her.
She didn’t deserve it.
Medusa had never been lucky, never been afforded much favor in life, and she proved ill-equipped to accept it now in afterlife. If she was in her Rider or even Avenger form she would’ve been mature enough to recognize basic human manners/patronizing for what it was, but being so young it was more a cross of nurture, torture and being smothered. She wasn’t used to this! She was the unwanted monster that would grow up to devour men whole, she wasn’t some… princess! A girl like her didn’t get such special treatment!
Medusa grits her teeth, becoming increasingly frustrated over not being able to understand all this. She felt the sudden urge to get up and do something, anything besides loaf around doing nothing. Even something as dumb as that book of pregnancy exercises Ms. Mash had found for her in an ill-conceived attempt to connect with her looked appealing now!
Medusa puts her hands up back on the armrests to lift herself off the couch, quickly reacquainting herself with how much easier it was to sit down than get up the way she was.
Her doll-like face was scrunched up with exertion. Little Medusa’s doing her best to hold on to what little dignity she still has by not wheezing like she’s run the marathon but it's rough going. Her tummy was making her feel terrible!
Gods! She felt like she was gonna pop!
Medusa the monster had certainly been put in worse positions but her current predicament being completely contingent on her own body makes it feel like a real contender for the worst—the knock-out blow coming when the door slides open and Master Ritsuka enters.
Whatever reason that calls Ritsuka to his room quickly leaves his mind. Fast as a whip he notices Medusa struggling and bounds on over to her, offering up a hand for her to grab onto as his other arm is already on her shoulder to help her along.
Medusa’s face was already burning but by now it had become an all-out inferno. This was humiliating! She was the Gorgon! Not some… expecting mom in need of her newlywed’s help!
Much as she wants to lie about doing just fine on her own, Medusa can’t. She really could use the help. Her hand eagerly goes out to accept his to help her back onto her feet. The back of her mind quick though to remark on the feeling of her Master’s palm. It was… very warm. Even when Medusa was mortal she had suffered mild chills, in her hands particularly. It was one of the many things her sisters had teased her about, another way she differed from humanity and more resembled the scary snake in the grass that she grew up to be, but something about the distinction feels duller—less important now. If she was just another snake, then right now Ritsuka’s hand was the sub-baked stone she was basking on.
It takes her a while to realize how long she’s been standing there just holding Ritsuka. And from the look on his face, she can tell he’s just as embarrassed as he was. Neither of them had said anything for a good moment there, simply holding each other. And as Medusa lets go she can't help but wish they still were.
“Thank you, Master. You didn’t have to do that.”
Medusa can’t bear to face him as she says it. Her words come out flat and composed but there's a waver in them as clear as day. She didn’t know what had come over her but she is really eager to push past it.
“It's uh- *cough* no problem, really. Were you… going somewhere? Would you like me to escort you?”
If Medusa could look up she would see how much he regretted that choice of words. She’d think it odd since it was a fair thing to ask, but the way his face turned and how sheepishly he tugged at the hair at the back of his neck belied how there was more to it than that. Like he wanted to say something else, but couldn’t at all come up with words for them.
Either way, she shakes her head.
“No, I’m fine. I wasn’t going anywhere.”
“Oh? What were you doing? —If you don’t mind me asking that is.
Medusa opens her mouth to throw out some kind of excuse, perhaps even something that might sound impressive but the troublesome truth of the matter slips out instead.
“Medusa was… thinking of exercising.”
Ritsuka lifts an eyebrow, quizzically, before he nods in understanding. “Oh right, that book Mash gave you. You sure you wouldn’t want a more private room for that? I can make time in the simulator’s schedule for you if you need it.
Medusa shakes her head. “No, that’s fine. I’m… comfy here.
The tips of her Master’s ears were starting to burn. “I…see. Well, um, I won't keep you. I should uh- really get going.”
Medusa tilts her head, finally looking to face him for the first time this whole conversation. The prospect of her Master leaving the final push to get the girl to stop staring at the floor.
“Did… Master not come to his room for something?
Ritsuka looks really embarrassed now.
“W-Well… I was but… It uh- really, doesn’t matter. I’ll just get going.”
“Wait, Master? Medusa’s… never practiced these things before. If Master’s not too busy, could Master help?
Medusa regretted asking something so greedy before she’d even finished saying it. She hadn’t planned for anyone to help her with these weird exercises, let alone Ritsuka, and the prospect of showcasing more of how worthless she was like a nightmare! Why had her stupid mouth said those dumb things?
Ritsuka visibly dry swallows at her request. His eyes go wide, and for a moment there Medusa feels a strange sense of heartache in her chest—like what she asked wasn’t really what she was asking and Master was stomping all over it. She couldn’t cognitize what or why, she just did. But before she can figure out those those feelings and get the wrong idea, Ritsuka nods, before quickly seizing up as if he’s made some huge mistake.
He opens his mouth to take it back but the look of unbridled joy on her face is too much to allow him to do it. It would’ve been like treating the mistreated girl to a buffet of candy just to take it away!
“Really, Master?”
“Y-Yeah. I… wouldn’t mind.” He quickly breaks eye contact to look around. “I don’t exactly have an exercise mat though. Let me just… go check one of the supply closets.
Medusa tilts her head inquisitively. “Is Master’s bed not good enough?”
If Medusa didn’t know better, she’d think she let her Mystic Eyes slip and somehow petrified Master! The young man looked like he had been shot with an Archer’s Anti-Army Noble Phantasm! She moves to take her words back but Ritsuka shakes his head.
“N-No, that’ll be fine.” He leans over to the bedstand to grab the book Mash had put down earlier before scrambling over to take a seat on her couch, book open to some random page while open in on lap. Medusa wasn’t sure why he was so far away but doesn’t say anything about it. She put her foot in her mouth enough times today.
Medusa takes off her hooded cloak and folds it neatly by the floor of the bed. She follows up by taking off her silver cuirass and armor and goes to remove her stockings as well but Ritsuka stops her. He was willing to bend on her dressing down to exercise but was anxious to have her keep on as much clothing as she already had… forgetting of course that underneath all that armor Medusa only wore a form-fitting black unitard. His mind also conveniently forgetting the dark pink collar she used to wear over her eyes as an adult, she wore it as an actual collar now!
Ritsuka had been transfixed by Medusa's petite body when she was covered up. The paradoxical bulge of her stomach that both contrasted and accentuated her youth was something to behold! But when she bends over to clamber onto his bed he finds the strength to whirls his head away and back to the book. This was getting out of hand!
“Uh-The uh, first one is called a side-plank. Do you think you can do that?
The girl nods her head affirmative like a student following along with their teacher, completely unaware of the effect she is having on her Master—before realizing she has no idea what Master just said.
“I mean… I think I can. Could you describe it to me?”
He goes to look up to talk to her again before remembering what a Really Bad Idea it was to look at Medusa right now and keeps on going keeping his eyes on the prize-no! Away from the prize! Nose deep in his book he describes the figure in the book to her. Telling Medusa how she was to move to be on her side and prop herself on her elbow like a capital Greek Gamma, her legs held together straight ideally but could be held together in a similar position to her arms if it was too much. It takes her a moment to get there from a seated waddle but she manages it, at least she thinks she does. It's hard to tell with Master not looking at her but he says she’s doing it just as good as the lady in the book so she takes his word for it.
“What now?”
“You just have to hold yourself like that, after a while you’ll switch sides but that’s it. That’s a side-plank.”
It sounds so easy Medusa wants to doubt her Master was reading the book right but she follows what he says. She couldn’t deny starting to feel the burn after some time had passed. And the longer she did it, the more her back started to feel less stiff and become more loose. Maybe there really was something to these exercises.
At Master’s say-so, she rolls over to try the other side, this time presenting her butt in a way that seems should be disrespectful but feels more embarrassing than anything. She was almost glad to be faced away from Master. Her blush had come back in full force and in spades! Her cheeks were as red as pomegranate! Her assheeks perfectly showcased by thw string of floss seperating that Ritsuka is using all his willpower to not gawk at.
They repeat the set back and forth ten times on each side before moving on to something else. This time to something called a leg riase that must be written to be more complicated than it sounds the way Master is stuttering his way through it. For this one, she has to be on all fours on her hands and knees before sticking her leg out flat with her back and holding it there for a few seconds. It didn’t sound that hard to Medusa but the reality of it proves that it really is. The side planks had tired her out more than she thought. It takes a concentrated effort on her part to move into position and even more to put out her leg. She was really feeling the burn now. She was starting to sweat up a storm! Servants didn’t strictly need oxygen but damn if Medusa wasn’t taking heavy pants like she did.
“Is it *hah* high enough, Master?”
Ritsuka glances up to see before whipping his eyes back down to the book.
“Y-You-uh seem to doing just fine!”
But Medusa doesn’t feel fine. Something about the way they were doing this felt off. “Are you sure? I thought my leg was supposed to be straight. Isn’t it too bendy?”
It’s torture for Ritsuka to keep his eyes looking respectfully and not allowing linger elsewhere but he manages it, even seeing what Medusa is saying. Her foot was dipping.
But what was he to do about it?
“Just… keep going! You’re doing fine.”
But Medusa’s getting tired. She was as weak as her sisters said.
“Guh Master, I can't. I can't keep my leg straight. Ugh, Can you help?”
Another Noble Phantasm comes, this time Anti-Nation and this time concaving the pit of his chest. He couldn’t believe what he was hearing. This whole situation was like something out of the doujins he kept trying to go cold turkey on!
He couldn’t take much more of this!
Clenching a fist, Ritsuka digs his knuckles into his legs. No! He could do this! He was strong enough!
“I…. really don’t think that’s a good idea, Medusa.”
And ordinarily, Medusa would’ve taken his rejection and kept going. But the burn was getting to her. She was so feverish she couldn’t think straight. She was feeling tingly all over, strange in places she never felt strange in before and it wasn’t the exercises. Something about posing for Master was activating something in her. She didn’t like it when he looked away!
“Master…! Please?”
Medusa’s desperate plea saps Ritsuka of all the self-control he had mustered. He had been fighting his hardest but the girl begging for him was too much! Forget turning him to stone, in that moment Medusa proved just as much a charmer of men as her sisters!
Ritsuka gets up despite the nibbling of his conscience in the back of his mind telling him this is a bad idea. His dwindling moral reservations unable to do a thing to stop him from climbing onto the bed and lending Medusa a hand. In no time at all he’s got her stocking-clad leg in his handlifted up at the perfect angle like the book had said. The would-be defeater of Goetia and The Foreign God, defeated by one needy loli.
And it was so worth it.
The unbelievable suppleness of Medusa's body was better than he’d imagined. Through the mesh, he can feel how soft she is and it's making him go mad, like he was going insane! He’s got both hands on her leg to ‘support’ her now. His fingers already gliding up past to reach her bare skin.
The feeling of Master’s hands on her sends more funny tingles running up Medusa’s spine. The sensation forced her to let out a mewl and squirm even as the idea of somehow stopping her Master becomes the last thing she wanted. And when Master is leaning his head down to kiss where pantyhose ended and the skin of her knee began, she knows for sure she’s made the right choice.
There was no helping Ritsuka anymore. He was a man possessed. He nuzzled his face into her skin and ran up her thigh, digging his nose to inhale that fresh, sweaty scent of hers he couldn’t get enough of, his erect penis straining against the fabric of pants. His own manhood undeniable proof that he did want this, that he wanted Medusa from the second he laid eyes on her.
He had only come to his room for a quick rub-out to stumble on Medusa waiting, the very girl who filled his mind in every waking moment and scratched every inch he had. It was amazing he kept in his pants as long as he did. He knew all about the Birds and the Mana Transfer but couldn’t believe his luck when Medusa fell on his lap the way she did. He was half convinced it was some kind of bizarre test by the Throne or even Chaldea. One that he was fully prepared to fail and take all the remedial classes it required, anything so long as his Medusa’s tiny round body was fully covered on the lesson plan.
It's an ordeal for Medusa to try and stay up. She had tried her hardest to be a good girl and do it for Master but the caress of his hands on her body were just too much for her. And while she may not have been ready for such worship, damn if she wasn’t ready to make an offering at such a temple.
It all becomes too much for her. Her skinny elbows and knees are buckling and she has to collapse! She has the wherewithal to turn so she lands on her back and not hurt her tummy but that is all. She falls like a lump, knocking her Master down with her as she does. The apology for failing dissolved to dust in her throat as a steady feeling of something stiff and hard grazing up and rubbing against her leg.
It’s enough to take Medusa’s breath away but it's far from enough to keep Ritsuka satisfied. On the contrary, the chains come off. Even through his pants, he could feel every inch of Medusa’s thighs and its got him faded and gone.
In a snap he’s clutching his hands onto her thighs, shoving his now unzipped member in between them. There wasn’t a semblance of control to be found in him. He was an animal! He rutted Medusa’s thighs! He’s fucking them the same way he had been wishing he could fuck her pussy. Violently, savagely, passionately without a hint or ounce of shame! His cock was so hard it stung, like it had been stinging for weeks now. He couldn’t stop! Medusa herself only awestruck at the sight.
She couldn’t believe what had come over Master. He was always so composed and understanding, was this the kind of effect she had on him? Gods, he was so big down there it didn’t seem real! She wanted to reach out and touch to get a feel for herself but she can't. His dick was a blur in between her soft thighs. He was going at her so roughly she thought for sure he must be in pain! She could feel every time he throbbed, each thrust punctuated with a moan right up to her ear, and it gave her the warmest fuzzies she ever felt inside.
Ritsuka has been forced to hold back for so long that now that the limiters are off he’s going off. He can't pace himself. He can't worry about what he’s doing, let alone consider slowing down, he’s just lost in the feeling—losing himself all over his sheets as he does.
The outpour takes Medusa aback. She can barely catch the first ropey stream and before long there's already a second, then a third! White streaking spurts of cum shooting through the air before splattering down on Master’s bed. He had been more backed than he thought, he’s still firing! His aching cock throbbing and twitching with each heavy payload fired. The final spurts don’t clear as much distance as the others but they hit their target just the same, coating the sides of Medusa’s pale and creamy skin with a whole new cream tint.
Medusa’s in awe, her mouth hung open in shock. She had never seen anything like that. The feeling of her Master’s fluid on her skin was strange but not altogether unpleasant. She liked it
Hades… She started craving more!
Without meaning to, Medusa drops a petite hand down to her Master’s penis. His thing was only barely able to stick out between her legs now but she gets at it all the same. His softening erection was slick with the results of his seminal fluid and she gets to work at pumping out more. She doesn’t even realize she’s doing as she does it. She’s moving on autopilot, herself as transfixed by Master’s body almost as bad as he was with hers. And when she feels him rise back to his full size like he was before, an undeniable, unknowable sense of pride bubbles up in her chest to make her smile. She was good for something, wasn’t she…
If she focused herself and thought about it hard enough she’d be able to call upon the memories of her past life to learn more about all this, but as is, she’s satisfied with what she has. It feels good, and it's making her feel good. And with the way Master was shaking and huffing for breath, Medusa could tell it was making him feel good too…
Ritsuka’s vigor is back and he’s just as hungry as before. He slips his hands under her form-fitting outfit to get at her. His hands traced down around to cradle her pregnant belly. Her beautiful bulb like fine silk in his hand. Dear god, he swore he could feel the magic! She’s so ticklish she can't help but fidget and it drives him hotter than before! It was settled. He needed her now! He needed this girl!
And he needed her to have his baby.
He snakes one hand down full tummy and along her bare pussy, pushing aside the one-piece fabric to expose herself. Digging himself closer, he hooks one leg spread and drives his cock in. Claiming his lilac lolita now and forever. Medusa was so small she could be like a daughter to him, and he wasn’t about to rest til he pumped her to the brim with some. Some lovers see their partner and want to fuck them so hard they can't walk straight, for him he meant it. At nine month intervals at a time.
The moment of penetration is so good Medusa goes cross-eyed. Her red face had returned but there was barely any shame to be found in it. Sure she was still embarrassed, but mostly cause she’d never felt so loved before. Master held her so tight it was like he was trying to suffocate her and Medusa was fully prepared to never take a breath again if it meant she could stay there.
It's a tremendous, unnerving fit. Her cunny was so tight and small he has to fight for every plunge! Each hitch and pull-out a supernova of her body and mind. She was Greek fire and he was the waves, rocking her back and forth to let her passions run amok. She was a crater and he was filling her up from the tippy top to the very bottom. The concave mound of earth in the pit of her heart finally filled after a drought so long it seemed she’d never flood again. The young monster of the Shapeless Isle, never so happy to be so wrong before.
They were a perfect pair. If Medusa really was just a beast then she had found her mate. Ritsuka went at her so viciously it was like an attack! His hips turned into a smudge he was pounding away so fast! He held her like she was daring him to let go and he needed to reprimand her for that, like she was a brat in need of correction and he wouldn’t let her off til he was sure the lesson was fully hammered in.
So hammer into her he does. His half-piledriver the perfect place to be to piledrive her. Her heavy moans bounce and ricochet off the walls to fill the room so loud he could barely bear his own. He was drowning in her. Every sense he had swept up and dragged undertow til his prick couldn’t take it anymore. The last louse of humanity buried to the hilt inside her and he wouldn’t have had it any other way.
All of a sudden Medusa is crashing down from the fever peak. Her Master’s bottomed out cock was all she needed and the flurry that follows it obliterates any possible doubt about it. When he spills more of his seed she drains him of every last drop. Her Master’s precious mana was a gift her body couldn’t dare let go to waste. Every potent iota sucked up greedily by her pussy. Her nubile magical womb the perfect recipient for such a virulent thing and what it was meant for.
The couple were spent but that didn’t mean they dared let go. Turning, they nestled themselves in each other as close as can be, the Master and his Servant closer than most lovers even. The relationship between the two roles forever changed. After all, if all of humanity was at risk, wasn’t it his responsibility to take care of that? Whoever said it could only be done one way?
Chaldea would have to get used to it, seeing how balls deep in some young tail was the only way they’d ever get to see Ritsuka ever again.