[Futanari, Ball Worship]

“Hmph. To think that I’d work together with you again. You wouldn’t dare turn your blade towards me yet again, would you now, Knight of Betrayal?”

“Wouldn’t dream about it. You’re not worth my breath anyway.”

“You..!”

That was the first conversation that Mordred, former Saber of Red, and Semiramis, former Assassin of Red, had after they were both summoned into the halls of Chaldea. Fate conspired to bring them together after the last time they had been at each others’ throats, during the Greater Holy Grail War. And here they were, on the same side once again. This time with no false pretenses keeping them as allies, rather just a common goal and a master who was far too caring for her own good.

Honestly, Mordred could ignore her for the most part. It was as she said, she didn’t care much for Semiramis’ schemes. She had learned to look past them and see the woman for what she really was. All of those schemes were really just a veil to protect her.

What she couldn’t learn to ignore were all of the insults that she slung her way.

“Simpleton with a sword, come here. The Master has forced us to work together, and I expect you to pull your weight.”

“Misborn child, you’d be wise to take out enemies faster than they can approach. I would hate to see our Master in grief because her favorite woman happened to receive the slightest bit of damage.”

“Are you listening to me, ‘Son of Arthur’? Oh, I’m sorry, I forgot that your Father tossed you away. Just like anybody else would for that horrid performance. Even a sword as powerful as yours won’t gain you any favor with me.”

All of those words cut hard. But as much as they tried to dig into her, Mordred pushed on. So what if this hag with a poisonous mouth was insulting her day in and day out? She was doing what she could to serve her Master. As long as that young girl continued to smile whenever she returned, then she would be happy.

One day, however, enough was enough. She had heard all of those insults so many times over that they had gotten so unbelievably tiring. The hag needed new material.

“Aren’t you running out of insults, hag?” Mordred said as she turned towards the black-haired woman that had kept insulting her at every opportunity. “If I didn’t know any better, you’re trying to compliment me in your own way. Quit that, it’s creepier than when you actually try to insult me.”

“Hah! You think those are compliments? Foolish girl…” Semiramis paused as she bit her lip. She didn’t know what to attack the girl with. It seemed that after their fight back in the other Grail War, she didn’t have the leverage she once had.

But there was one piece of information that could possibly pry that emotional armor right off her…

“I do wonder.” Semiramis chimed with a terrible grin on her face. “What happened to that Master you had back then? This is another world, one where we never fought together or against one another... What would happen to a man like him, with no family and no successor, when he didn’t have anybody to comfort him?” Her chiming turned into wicked giggling as her hair framed her face in shadow. “Ah yes. I know what would happen. And what has happened. He’s been forgotten by the world, just as the curse on his bloodline was intended for…”

Mordred’s eyes lost all their color as she heard that awful woman speak. This time, she had crossed a line. She dared talk about him, after everything he had done? After he had helped slay her..?

“Take that back.” Mordred said, her voice turning deadly serious as she walked closer to the smug Assassin. She didn’t need to say anything else, just let her actions speak for her as she manifested Clarent in her hands, the murderous energies pouring off the blade.

Semiramis grinned. There it was. The girl’s temper unleashed. Now she just needed to direct it, and then she could invalidate the girl in the eyes of her Master. Then she could have that adorable girl all to herself. That sweet little soul, poisoned by her love. “Why should I take back insults meant for a man who time has forgotten?”

Mordred’s veins started to pop as she came to a stop. That witch would just keep on insulting him unless she struck her down. But if she struck her down, then her Master would be sad. If there was one thing she didn’t want, especially after her time with him… Then it would be to disappoint her Master.

But who said she had to kill her? She just had to make her stop. And if there was one thing that she had learned how to do after coming to Chaldea, it was how to make somebody like her stop.

Mordred grinned for a moment as Clarent disappeared, and heat started to pour out from the gaps in her armor. The armor itself disappeared a few moments later, leaving the girl completely naked. She didn’t wear anything underneath, not even her casual outfit from back during the war. She was completely and utterly naked. But there was one thing that stood out about her figure, one that Semiramis hadn’t seen before…

It was a cock. A big, throbbing cock that resonated with the same sort of terrible energy that Clarent had. Not just that, she could smell the musk that wafted off it, and see the faint droplets pouring down the side.

“What is the meaning of this? Why would you-”

Semiramis didn’t have much of a chance to question this sudden development, before the blonde Saber grabbed ahold of her head and SLAMMED her up against her crotch in the very same move. Sure, she wasn’t armored, but that didn’t stop her from having her full strength.

The witch ended up straight underneath that shaft, which now rested on top of her head and idly brushed against her hair. All while the witch remained very close to the awful girl’s hairless balls, and got an even stronger whiff of the scent that left those sweaty nuts.

“Let go of me!” Semiramis shouted as she tried to struggle free. The grip on her head made that incredibly difficult, especially as her nose pushed deeper into those balls. Even more so as Mordred wrapped her legs around the woman’s head, forcing them both down in the process as she pinned her to that crotch. All while the witch grimaced and gasped as she put as much of her strength into pulling away…

But the more she exhausted herself, the more she had to breathe. Which meant that more of that musk was circulating through her body. Heading in through her nostrils and her mouth then down into her lungs where it poured into her bloodstream. She was getting more and more familiar with the smell…

To the point where, as much as she sounded like she wanted to be released… She wasn’t struggling anymore. She was just breathing in the smell, her eyes glued to the balls no matter how much she spoke to the contrary.

In and out. In and out. Semiramis’ kept on breathing. She kept on letting the musk into her system. She was too focused on every single bead of sweat that ran down those nuts, all while she kept muttering. She wanted to be freed… Freed so she could worship them more. So she could give them the kisses that they deserved…

N-No. She wanted to be freed so she could give Mordred a piece of her mind for this treatment. She wanted to force her down so she could take control… Yes, so she could ride that cock all day long.. N-No, that wasn’t it at all. She just wanted to get the best of her for once..!

“Let… go… of… me..!” Semiramis shouted, all while a bit of drool ran down her chin. She wanted to be freed, she wanted to get away..!

“Let go?” Mordred asked, laughing a little. “I haven’t been pinning you for the last few minutes. You just sat right there with your nose up against my balls.” She dropped a bombshell, as she stretched her legs a little. Ah, it felt really nice to see that awful witch falling victim to something so simple as a bit of British musk.

Semiramis couldn’t believe it. She had been huffing in that smell all on her own..? She had been… She had been slurping up the scent out of her own desire? No, she had to have been pinned against it. There was no way that she’d give into something like this without somebody pushing her. She was a proud woman. She wasn’t just some common slut who couldn’t contain her own desires!

She tried to pull away. She tried to get away from the cock on her head and the balls in front of her face. But it was like she was tied to both. The more she tried to pull away, the more she bounced back, getting so close to those balls that her nose was starting to touch them…

And as she came that close to touching those wonderful orbs, she took a whiff of the most potent and slut-destroying scent imaginable. It was like she could feel her brain sizzling as the smell poured into her mind. It was begging her to just give in. But she was a proud woman, she wouldn’t give in. She would sniff this as much as she could, proving that she couldn’t be broken.

Of course, to anybody that happened to be watching the two mortal enemies… They’d think that she was nothing more than a simple slut once she pushed her nose right up against that flabby sack, directly inhaling every little strand of that wonderful scent. She sounded almost like a pig with how much she was sniffing it. And the vigor she put into submitting like this only made it worse, her pussy overflowing and pouring its juices onto the floor below while she submitted to that wonderful smell.

“What’s the matter, hag?” Mordred chimed as she looked down at the black-haired witch between her thighs. “Enjoying yourself? I thought with how much you insulted me, you’d never enjoy any little part of me. But it seems like you’re having a lot of fun with my balls.” She was more than happy to mock Semiramis. Especially after she had dared try to imply that her old Master would be forgotten.

Semiramis seized up as she tried to pull herself away. All as the remaining restraint within her melted, pouring down her chin in the form of simple drool. “I-I don’t enjoy this! I’m just… I’m keeping you! Yes, I’m keeping you from causing problems! A savage like you would do much worse with this cock if I wasn’t keeping you here!”

“Oh really? Then why don’t you make sure it goes away?” Mordred grinned. She had hooked her in. Now it was time to see her completely crack and dissolve into a mockery of herself.

Semiramis understood what that meant. It meant that she’d have to make the girl climax. But the only way to do that was to actually put her lips up against either the shaft or the balls. She had to stimulate Mordred and make her cum, so that the magic that kept the cock manifesting would vanish…

Even after having huffed all of that scent in, even after having convinced herself that this was all for the greater good… The witch was still uncertain. She wasn’t sure what would happen if she put her lips or her tongue up against those balls.

But to keep people from indulging in the same way that she had… And to make sure that she was the only one who made love to these, she had to do it. She had to use her tongue and lick the sweaty droplets off that sack.

Slowly but surely, Semiramis stuck her tongue out. She inched her head closer, ever closer, even as she felt the cock weighing down on her head. Even as her piggish nostrils could smell every little bit of that scent. She just wanted to make the cock go away, so she could be the only one to ever have savoured that wonderful scent.

Then it happened. Her tongue made contact with those salty, sweaty, hairless balls…

And just like that, when she got a direct taste of the virility within Mordred’s sack, her brain shattered. All the little pieces crumpled inside her head, melting from the intense taste and scent that had already been bubbling away in her mind.

Semiramis wrapped her lips around that little purse full of wonderful seed as she started suckling like a needy girl. She wanted it. She needed it. And there was no way that she wasn’t going to get what she wanted. She wanted nothing more than to completely overindulge in her need

Gone was the hag that had insulted and degraded Mordred for being a fatherless, useless knight who couldn’t cast a single spell or solve anything complex. Gone was the woman that hated her for being her. And in her place was a complete ball-worshipping slut that didn’t even deserve a name due to how much she loved those balls.

The hag was only interested in the balls. The balls that had burned her mind into ash and turned her into a little slut who obsessed over the cum inside. She wanted to be bred. But she also wanted to worship this wonderful shaft and the tanks below. She wanted nothing more than to prove herself a worthy worshipper, one that could be used at any time as a receptacle for that wonderful cum.

Of course, Mordred didn’t much care for what the hag thought that she was. She just laughed at the sight. To think that a woman who had nothing but hatred and disdain for her could end up like this. Throwing everything away that mattered to her, so she could indulge in her newfound obsession. It would be sad if she gave a shit about her, but she had insulted her far too many times to earn sympathy.

Instead, she just let her indulge. She would use her for more than mere worship later down the line, but right now… The Future King needed to indulge. She wanted to make sure that her cock could handle the kind of punishment it would endure from many more sluts down the line. And from her Father, should she ever manage to sweep her off her feet and make her acknowledge her.

The slutty hag just kept suckling and kissing those wonderful things. She didn’t know what Mordred was planning, nor did she care. She would just obey her commands when she gave them, otherwise she would give these balls the love that they deserved.

To her, who had thrown away her identity in the haze of lust, they were everything. And they would remain everything, as she made them the center of her whole world...