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Ever since she’d taken it upon herself to cook Christmas dinner each year, Martha had come up against a problem time and time again. One that all great chefs faced and few overcame. An issue that overshadowed the threat of the remaining Lostbelts and erasure of Proper Human History:

How do you make a meal memorable?

Even if you cook the plumpest turkey, mash the finest quality potatoes, stir fry the tastiest demonic beasts, at the end of the day it’s still hard to make people remember just how amazing your cooking was. It certainly didn’t help that she was already known for her… less than finest moments, usually involving her beating a troublemaker into the floor with her bare hands. But this year, Martha had an idea. One over a month in the making! A truly unforgettable meal!

“This is the reason I haven’t been allowed to cum since October?!”

Baobhan Sith stood in her kitchen, completely indignant. The fae was wearing her usual black straps as a top but had thrown off her bottoms, leaving her semi-erect cock to point the way in front of her. To think she was the smallest of the Tam Lin with that monster! Thick as Martha’s wrist, longer than her forearm, decorated with powerful veins that would scrape on any fortunate sluts’ walls as she pounded them into a slush of wobbling meat! Below her leaking length were fat, gurgling nuts. Nearly two months of denial had swollen her jizztanks to full on semen silos! Exactly what Martha needed~.

The Saint nodded cheerfully. “Yep! That rotting, weeks old sludge sloshing around in your balls is exactly the kind of broth I’m looking for. I’ll have Servants talking for years about the quality of my fermented fae fuckbutter soup!”

Baobhan gave her a disgusted glare. “If you think I’m going to debase myself by serving my pent up jizz as a dish you’ve lost your-”

GrrrrrrrooooooOOOOOAAAAAAAAAAAAAAANNNNNNNnnnnn

A low growling cut off the backed up beauty’s decline. Her already achingly full sack was not willing to take another hour of such torture. Not when someone like Martha was offering to get her off. Seeing the Saint’s hourglass curves stuffed into a Santa themed dress had already gotten her thick sperm pump leaking onto the floor, creating a cloudy puddle of precum that was expanding with every sneeze of cock-snot her desperate dick.

“…Fine!” The Archer stomped her foot and crossed her arms, emphasizing her already full bust even further. “Let’s get this over with. I can’t believe you convinced Mother to force me not to relieve myself for this long. What did you promise her in return?”

“Promise her?” Martha bent over to pull out a soup pot from a cabinet, exposing the fact she wasn’t wearing any panties to the Faerie Knight. The sight of the Saint’s tight, lightly muscled ass and her exposed pussy caused the Archer’s cock to throb uncontrollably, sending an extra thick splllllllluuuuuuurrrtttttt of fluid a few feet in front of her, just barely managing to not reach that beautiful ass.

“I didn’t promise her anything. I just asked if she could help out with dinner.” The Santa stood back up and placed the pot onto the table. It was more like a cauldron in practice, several dozen liters could fit inside easily. Feeding all of Chaldea’s Servants was going to require a lot of Baobhan’s virile muck, but Martha was already prepared to milk her cum-cow dry.

Sluuuuuuurn, chhhhhhhuuuurrrrrn, burrrrple, grrroooooaaaaaannnnn

And it seemed she was ready too~!

“We’ll start with a handjob!” Martha threw off her tiny Santa dress and let her naked body hang free. Baobhan’s eyes immediately locked onto her fat tits and child bearing hips, and her soon to be soup-spewer hardened in delight. “Let’s get you pointed at the pot…”

The naked Holy woman moved behind the Archer and pressed her bust into her back. Baobhan’s knees were jelly an instant, allowing the sperm chef to guide her over to the pot with ease. Once positioned she wasted no time jerking off her helper with a rapid technique she’d practiced every night for nearly two months. The brawling Saint showed no mercy be it in battle or in her ball draining!

“W-What is thiiiiissssss?!?!” Baobhan cried out pathetically. She was helpless under such a fast assault! Martha was tugging and pulling her denied semen-server so fast it was hard to tell when she was moving up and when she was moving down! All the poor soup broth Servant could feel was the softness of her hand fucking her without remorse!

“You f-fucking brute! My cock! It feels so good, what kind of Saint are you?! Jerking me off like this, making me blast my precious sperm into a pot to be served like some kind of ANIMAL! You’re a secret p-pervert aren’t you! You’re getting off on making me, the daughter of Q-Queen Morgan, into nothing more than a soup dispensing ball-bitch! I can tell!”

Martha’s other hand snuck down to the babbling girl’s broth-makers, feeling the pent up gunk slowly starting to chuuuuuurrrrrrnnnnn inside her bloated balls. It was like concrete in a cement mixer, the stuff was so thick! “Maybe. And maybe you’re a sinful little brat who’s enjoying getting her cock stroked by a Saint with tits bigger than yours pressing into back. I saw you earlier, you didn’t even try to hide it! You were probably thinking about how I’d look with my boobs covered in your extra thick seed, right? Or maybe you were thinking about turning the tables and just fucking me over a table? Can’t say I’ve gotten much action since I was summoned, maybe if you’re a good little broth bitch I’ll let you go wild on my body.”

“PLEEEEAAAAAAASE!” Baobhan screamed. “I haven’t had pussy in so long! Please, please, please let me cum inside you!”

“You know what you have to do first!” Martha stopped her stroking for a moment to play with the drizzling head of the fae’s pulsating cock. “Cum. Fill this pot. Then we’ll talk about you stuffing my pussy like the turkey I’m cooking up.”

The normally stuck up woman groaned and throbbed even harder under the cook’s practiced hands. This was it! “Yes! Yes, yes, yes, yes whatever you want! Pussy! Saint pussy! I want it so bad! I just need. TO. CUM! C-CUMMING!!!”

SHPLUUUUUUUUUURRRRRRRRRRRRRRRTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT

Martha grinned. Baobhan’s eyes crossed as she was struck dumb by her first orgasm in a month. Her urethra practically had to double in size as her kegels worked triple overtime to pump out the yellow, semi-solid semen stuffed in her sack. The first, unbroken cockshot was over fifteen seconds long, hitting the bottom of the pot with a satisfying SPLAT!

“FINALLY! UGH, EUOUUUUUGGGGGH!”

“There we go. Keep it up! We’re making progress!”

SPLURRRRRRRRRRRTTTTTT! SPLURT, SPLURT, SHHHHHPPPPPPPLLLLLAAAAAT!

Morgan had promised results, and Martha was not disappointed. She was told Baobhan’s Ball Broth would be the stuff of Chaldea Christmas legend, and the compacted cum in that pot was exactly that. Already she could feel the potent magical energy washing over her alongside the overpowering smell, enough to make her lower lips practically drenched without her even touching herself. But that could wait. This first orgasm was looking like it would only fill a quarter of the pot- impressive, but not what she needed.

“Guuuuuuuhhhh… can we fuck now?” Baobhan’s legs wobbled, and her cock drooped slightly. After such a powerful, all consuming peak it made sense she would need a bit of rest. “Saint puusssssyyyyy! Pleaseeeee?”

“Not until you filled the pot.” Martha reminded her gently, finally releasing the length of twitching meat in her hand. “I’ll be back in a few minutes. We’ll use my tits next.”

“Yaaaaaay…!” The bottomless woman practically collapsed into the shelf behind her, breathless.

While her current ingredient slut recovered, Martha moved to the next room. Of course she hadn’t just recruited Baobhan Sith. No, Morgan had offered her entire Round Table for the chef’s special

“My dick is in heaven! I can’t stop cumming! Enh, Martha, what is this thing?! Make it stop! No, actually turn it up! I want to cum harder- I mean, give me a break! Guhhhhhn!”

“Saint Martha, I-I don’t think this is appropriate. My semen surely isn’t suitable as a replacement for eggnog?”

Melusine and Barghest were her other, full time cum cattle. While Baobhan Sith was brewing up a potent batch for her broth, the other two Knights had been hooked up to machines that suckled their tips and jerked them off with the best onaholes in Osakabehime and Jinako’s collections. Day and night they were pumped of their cock cream, filling vats for dinner’s beverages!

The shorter Tam Lin was still wearing her mask. Her bottom heavy body supported two absolutely massive cum-kegs that rivaled yoga balls in size, each one sloshing and gurgling with her every step. They were a pride point for her, and she regularly boasted that with all the magical energy she was packing a single glass of her plentiful seed could get even the most resilient of Ruler’s cumdrunk. It was the perfect replacement for booze! In the two weeks the Lancer had been working for Martha she’d packed over three dozen barrels full of her intoxicating throat clogging slurry, but she still had work to do. Drake, Anne, and Mary would probably down three quarters their current stock by themselves.

“Hm, alright. If you think you can handle it.” Martha walked over the machine pumping the short woman’s arm long cock and-

Click!

Pumppumppumppumppumppumppumppumppumppump!

Turned it up to the next setting!

“NGGGGHHHHHH! YESH, MHORE! GONNA FILL ANOTHER BHARREL WITH MY CUM!” Melusine went limp in her restraints as her entire body focused on cumming her brain out.

“…Goodness.” Barghest blushed heavily. The towering woman was packing a penis that only barely avoided dragging along the floor with her every step, the sort of monster cock that only existed in the minds of of the most depraved size queens and the most degenerate of drawings. Her balls, however, were actually smaller than her shorter counterparts, and Martha had found the magical energy density wasn’t anywhere near as potent. She had been replacing eggnog instead- a thick, creamy drink that wouldn’t quite get you drunk on contact like Melusine’s ultra-intoxicating cock cocktails, but was delicious and addicting nonetheless.

While the Lancer was tied to a comfortable chair, Barghest had requested to be tied from the room, hanging from sturdy support pillars as her enormous bust and heaving package dangled freely. The Saber had kept her sanity despite the 24 hour, nonstop milking, though there was a hunger in her eyes now that hadn’t been present when they started. Whoever freed her would definitely be in for a feral, gut rearranging dicking that would leave them bloated more bloated than her meals ever could.

“Barghest! How are you doing?” Martha asked, ignoring the look. “You’re doing better than I’d hoped, I guess this womb wrecker isn’t just all size and now sperm!”

“I am f-fine. Fine!” She shouted a bit forcefully. “Just a few more days until I overcome Queen Morgan’s trial. There’s much I need to tell h-her about this experience, I cannot wait to see her expression once I have finished.”

“Keep up the good work.” Martha nodded. “I’m sure she’ll be very proud of her loyal, hardworking knight. Maybe she’ll reward you with something?”

“I can only h-hope…!” Barghest’s mismatched eyes rolled over as she blasted the nozzle on her tip full of cum, sending it straight into the container with the rest of her burbling seed.

Martha went back to the kitchen to find Baobhan more lucid- and fully erect. “Finally, you’re done. Finish getting me off so I can plow your fat ass and bust a load in it for every hour you made me wait!” She jammed a finger in the chef’s direction, but her eyes were still unable to look away from the other woman’s curves. As demanding as she was, Martha’s body had her under a spell more powerful than anything Queen Morgan could cook up.

This would certainly be a Christmas dinner to remember. Hopefully Master shared the same taste for sperm as she did!

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It turned out that not every Servant was a massive cumslut like Martha. A potent mix of determination to make her mark and sexual satisfaction having three proud knights as her semen slaves may have clouded her judgement. A bit. Maybe.

For those who were just as cum-crazed as she was, it was a smashing success. Captain Drake, Anne, and Mary had gotten immensely wasted on Melusine’s dense cocksnot as expected.

“Thissssssh shit is better than boosh!” The busty Captain proclaimed before she slammed back another flagon of the dragon girl’s ball batter. It was so coagulated that rather than pour into her waiting gullet, it slowly sliiiiiiddddd out of its container. Most would find it impossible to swallow, the tar-thick seed requiring several minutes of outright chewing before pushing it down into their stomach was even thinkable, but for experienced sperm-slurpers like her it was no issue.

“Mmm, yeaaaaahhhh~” Anne smiled giddily. Her face was completely flushed, and despite barely being able to stand she was already dunking her own flask into a barrel for another drink. “Straight magical energy like this is- hic!- sho much better than the regular shtuff!”

Below them was Mary Reed, cuddling Anne’s leg for support as much as affection. “Whosh making this stuff, anywaysh? We gotta try this straight fhrom the tap when we get a chance.”

The smaller woman didn’t wait for an answer. Instead she pressed her face into her lover’s ample thigh meat and began to leave small bites along her leg, causing the taller pirate to shiver and groan.

“That would be my knight, Melusine.” A cold voice spoke from behind them. High Queen Morgan of the Fae approached the cum-drunk trio, clothed in a red and white version of her usual attire. “You can find her resting in her quarters. I’m sure she would be happy that you all have enjoyed her efforts.”

“Well, what’re we waiting for!” Drake roared, slamming her drink onto the barrel. “Lesh go!”

“Give us a minute, I don’t think we can -hic!- walk straight yet…”

“Annnnneeee, your breath smells like sperm.”

“Ha, no wonder, I can still tahste it too!”

The three stumbled off out of the room, cheering. Curious, Morgan reached in and took her own drink of her loyal knight’s goopy nut slop. The scent was overpowering, like a miasma that invaded her nostrils and filled her brain with only that potent smell. The taste seared itself into each of her taste buds, the salty, thick cockpaste overloading her senses. And the magical energy content, Melusine’s knee covering seed-stores were producing enough mana to make even Divine Spirits feel inadequate! How had this been kept from her?!

“She must be disciplined for this. Immediately.” The firm faced fae dropped her cup and followed after the women she had just sent away.

If you passed by the kitchen during dinner, you would no doubt hear something. Slamming, pleasured screaming, whines of bliss, and the occasional loud SPLUUUUUURRTTTTT!

Martha had let it slip where she was keeping her caged beast, and a few Servants had sought to free her. Medb, Kiara, Kama, and BB had entered the milking room expecting a pathetic puppy just begging for a hole to fuck after weeks of ending milking with no womb to inflate or ass to gape with her gargantuan slab of cockmeat.

“YOU MUSCLE-HEADED, DICK-BRAINED BIIIIITTTTCCCCHHHH!”

Instead they found a hound in heat, ready to claim the willing holes that entered her den. At the sight of the four of them her pupils shrunk to mere pricks, focused entirely on their jiggling udders and fat, wobbling asses. Before they could even speak a word the Saber tore off her binds and pushed Kama into the ground with her ass straight into the air, exposing her asshole and pussy to the beastly Servant. Not even waiting to savor her meal, the normally collected knight SLAMMED her trunk of a phallus directly into the God’s winking backdoor and started rutting like an animal.

PLAP PLAP SLAP BAP PLAP PLAP PLAP SHALP SHLAP

“My my, I can see her through this pathetic girl’s stomach.” Kiara spoke softly to herself. Her fellow Beast’s stomach was forced outwards by the heaving log of vein-covered cock being forced inside of it, pressing it against the ground. Barghest’s height dominated the divinity’s frame, her muscled form holding Kama down as she brutally pounded her first course into the ground.

SLAP BAP SHLAP PLAP PLAP PLAP PLAP SHALP SHLAP PLAP PLAP

“SHUT UP AND HELP- NGGHHHHHHHHH!” Kama yelled, spraying the grunting woman holding her down with a deluge of pussy spray. Barghest didn’t even seem to notice and continued her rapid, feral pounding without slowing even a second.

“Yeah no. I’m next on this bucking beast!” Medb called, crouching down next to the blonde. “Come on, hurry up! Sure her ass is probably tighter than a vice but this brat’s butt is nothing compared to the twerkmeat that charmed Connacht? Finish blowing your wad in this failure Goddess so you can get a taste of some real quality rump. You won’t ever want anyone else after you’re finished rearranging my guts into a perfect sleeve for that gigarod you’re carrying around!”

“F-F-FUUUUCK! YOU’RE MAKING HER HARDER SOMEHOW, YOU AIRHEADED SLUT!” The pinned Assassin yelled out. Suddenly Barghest’s arms, previously planted on the ground against Kama’s head, pulled the smaller woman into her chest as she sped up her already frantic thrusting.

PLAPPLAPPLAPPLAPPLAPPLAPPLAPPLAPPLAPPLAPPLAPPLAPPLAPPLAPPLAPPLAPPLAPPLAPPLAPPLAP

“Woooow! Now this is a dicking down unlike anything I’ve ever seen, and I have access to all of humanity’s nastiest videos!” BB declared, already throwing aside her leotard and shoving a finger into her dripping canal. “I wonder what’s going through her head? Maybe she thinks she’s putting a litter of pups into your asshole? Ooorrrr maybe she remembers all the times you teased her about the fact she can’t hide her bitchbreaker in her evening gown? Oh I know! She’s not thinking at all! She just knew instinctively that we were all here to get dick and that you were the only one who needed convincing to bottom~!”

PLAPPLAPPLAPPLAPPLAPPLAPPLAPPLAPPLAPPLAPPLAPPLAPPLAPPLAPPLAPPLAPPLAPPLAPPLAPPLAPPLAPPLAPPLAPPLAPPLAPPLAPPLAPPLAP

“Damn it…!” Kama groaned as she sprayed Barghest’s waist with spray again. “I think she’s even bigggggeeeerrr! Shut up, shut up, shut up! I thought I’d finally get to top for once!”

Kiara laughed to herself at that. “Enough dirty talk. We shouldn’t keep her with an inferior hole for much longer.”

“Fuck you, ghhhhnnnn!”

The horned nun slunk behind Barghest and whispered into her ear. “Cum. Bloat her stomach so you can indulge in your other courses of the night. I can’t wait to show you Heaven’s Hole…”

PLAPPLAPPLAPPLAPPLAPPLAPPLAPPLAPPLAPPLAPPLAPPLAPPLAPPLAPPLAPPLAPPLAPPLAPPLAPPLAPPLAP SPLUUUUUUUURRRRRRTTTTTTTTTTTT

“GUWWWWWWOAHHHHH! MY STOMACHHHHHH!” Kama’s began to inflate into the ground as Barghest held her tighter. Liters of cum for balls somehow still not drained fired off into her abused ass, bloating her middle like a balloon until it was pressed into the tile and forced to spread sideways for space. “HOT! THICK! UGHHHHH I HATE THIS! I HATE HOW AMAZING HAVING MY ASS TURNED INTO A DICK HOLSTER FEEEEEELS!”

With that declared, Kama went limp in the Saber’s grasp. “One round? Pathetic.” Medb scoffed.

Slowly Barghest rose up, each inch of her third leg slowly, agonizingly extracting itself from Kama’s gaped lower end. The fucked-out God’s bubble butt was bright red from the brutal ass pouding she’d just received, and despite the fact she looked several months pregnant with cum alone the bulky blonde’s cum cannon was still just as hard, if not harder, than before.

Finally she rose to her full height, looking down onto the remaining three with an unsatisfied hunger. BB was still fingering herself, Kiara matched the knight’s gaze with equal ferocity, and Medb was drooling onto the throbbing, head sized tip pointed directly at her.

“Mind your words. All of you will be like her when I am through.” Barghest’s voice held an uncharacteristic husk. Martha had promised her a reward for her work, but four whores ready to finally satisfy her? Truly, the Saint was too generous.

About halfway through dinner, Martha disappeared. Most assumed the chef had simply turned in early to rest after all the effort she put in for their meal. Despite everyone’s insistence, she worked herself to the bone each Christmas. It was only natural that all that effort caught up to her.

A simple walk by Baobhan Sith’s room would dispel that theory from their minds.

“Finally, this fat Saintess ass is all mine.” Baobhan shoved both her hands into the dessert course she had been promised: A gigantic cake, all for her! “You really know how to tease a poor, pent up, butt brained girl don’t you? That dress that didn’t even cover half your ass, no panties, always bending over and stepping on high stools, I know you’ve been showing yourself off!”

“And it worked, all that teasing got your cum to just the consistency I needed.” Martha shot back, looking over her shoulder. Her hands were on the bed while her toned legs were on the floor, presenting her cushiony behind to the standing fae knight. Mordred and Caenis occasionally teased that all the fat in Martha’s body went straight to her bottom, giving the cook an entire bakery of butt to carry around with her at all times.

“Yeah, sure, but you only used your hands and tits! I needed a hole! A warm, squishy sleeve to fuck and absue until I can fill it with my rotted fucktar!” The redhead gave Martha’s cheek a light slap as she spoke, making her wagon wobble in waves.

“Then why are you just standing there with your cock out?” The naked woman sniped. “How long are you going to complain about not being able to hollow out my holes before you actually get to work?”

Baobhan Sith’s face flashed with anger before reverting back to its usual teasing smile. “Ohhhhhh you almost had me! No, I know your game. You’ve been working for weeks around mother’s Tam Lin, milking us like cows for your meal. Don’t tell me you didn’t think at least once about slipping in for whatever machine you hooked them up to for a round. I’ve seen Gawain's extra large log and Lancelot’s cum lakes, and then you spent hours jingling my greasy jizzrod for all it’s worth. You haven’t had a chance to get off in weeks, have you?”

‘Damn it, she’s smarter than she looks.’ Martha swore to herself. ‘Time to play hardball.’

“You can say whatever you want, but if you don’t put it in soon I’m leaving. Even if you’re right, what says I can’t rope Jeanne or Caenis in for the night? Or both. Actually that sounds way better than dealing with a brat like you for-”

WHAP

Martha felt a warm, pulsating pole land in the crack of her face-smothering ass. Despite being the smallest of the Fae Round Table, Sith was still endowed with quite the bitchspreader. Thirteen inches of meat that widened in the middle before ending in a leaking, redish tip, with balls the size of fists that seemed ready to punish the bastard who had made them store up seed for so long. The Santa shuddered slightly as the thick, clear appetizer of what was to come fell onto her back in a small river.

“Shut up. I’ve got dibs on you all night, and I don’t plan on sharing you with some airhead with more inches than IQ and a brute who thinks they’re hot shit cause they served the big bad guy once.” Baobhan backed her hips, sliding her diamond hard 13-incher backwards until she could line up with her prize. She was completely right- Martha’s pussy was absolutely flooded from neglect and proximity to three enormous she-dicks. The purple haired Servant’s breath hitched as the Archer brushed her head against her flushed lower lips. “Normally I’d ask you to beg, I love it when my girls are all pathetic.”

SLAM

CLAP!

“N-nngghhh…!”

“But I’m a bit impatient tonight. Merry Christmas to me!”

Baobhan sheathed herself entirely inside the waiting hole in a single move, spreading Martha’s lips wide around her pussy pleaser and nudging her womb with her fat tip. The impact of their hips sent the Saint jiggling all over again, and Baobhan was quick to grab onto her hips.

“Now this is a pussy! Wet, hot, and squeezing me like it wants to choke out my bitchbreaker! The Faeries in Mother’s court wished they were half as good as this!”

“J-just stop talking and fuck me already…”

“Hey, I set the pace here.” Baobhan shot back. “You’re lucky I want this fuckfest to be FAST!”

WHAP WHAP WHAP PLAP WHAP PLAP PLAP SMACK PLAP PLAP WHAP WHAP!

All Martha could do was grip the bedsheets and grit her teeth as her gelatinous behind was used as this bratty bitch’s crotch cushion. She could feel her stomach distend slightly around the clublike length rapidly sawing in and out of her, pushing her forward into the bed each thrust. As pent up as she was each hip slam felt like a wave of relief as much as pleasure, finally she was getting some real fucking cock! Her brain was ready to turn off and let Baobhan do as she pleased, but her arms stood firm and back rigid. Saint Martha did not break that easily.

WHAP WHAP WHAP PLAP WHAP PLAP PLAP SMACK PLAP PLAP WHAP WHAP PLAP PLAP PLAP PLAP WHAP WHAP SHLUP SHLICK!

Behind her, Baobhan was trying not cum in five minutes like some kind of chump. There was no way a single round would satisfy her, but blowing her load that quick after all that talk would make her seem like a quickshot loser! The problem was that Martha’s pussy was absolutely divine. Every fold was stimulating her inches, every drive into her cervix was like a kiss on her rip, and she was so wet that the knight’s cock was already covered in feminine juices! And that wasn’t even beginning to talk about how tantalizing the peach she was ramming herself into was. How did this woman not clap her cheeks everywhere she went with this much junk hanging off her?

PLAP PLAP WHAP SHLUP PLAP WHAP SMACK PLAP WHAP WHAP PLAP SHLICK PLAP WHAP PLAP WHAP SMACK SMACK SMACK!

“F-fuck…” Martha’s bit her lip and her arms wobbled. Every time her stomach was reshaped to fit this spoiled princess’ cock was pure dopamine straight to her system. Every time she pulled out was just a moment to anticipate the next slam back in. Martha was better than this, but she’d let herself become a needy mess, and was struggling to keep it to herself. “Fucking hell, more! Harder, damn it!”

“Did I hear you right?” Baobhan teased. “Say it again so I can hear you c-correctly!”

“Faster, harder, you heard me you brat!” Martha pushed herself back into Baobhan’s thrusts, matching her time in perfect sync.

“Ahahaha! Oh, if you say s-so! I’ll turn your g-guts into in my personal cocksleve, make you i-into a-”

“I don’t care.” The horny Holy woman interrupted. “Stop talking and make me cum, before I just flipppppp -hnnnnng-, you on your back and do it myself!”

PLAPWHAPSHMACKSLAPSHLURPPLAPPLAPLAPWHAPSMACKSLAMSHLUUURPSMACKWHAPSLAPSLAPPLAPWHAPPLAP!

Baobhan wanted to snipe back. This rowdy woman didn’t know her place, underneath her throbbing fuckstick and asking for seconds. But she was rapidly approaching her peak, anything she said could betray her. All that was left to do was ram this rude whore until she squeezed down on her cuntgaper in brain melting pleasure. Grunting and panting she pushed her hips again and again into Martha’s shaking booty, absolutely devouring the sight of her cake in motion. Her balls began to rise, her cock thickened further, shit she was gonna cum first!

Martha bit her lip again. She wasn’t the most experienced of women to begin with, and having over a foot of dick meat in and out of her sensitive canal should have probably broken her mind like a twig minutes ago. Her arms wanted to give out, her legs were weaker than twigs, and she felt her orgasm building rapidly. This annoying girl was gonna make her cum first, and Martha would have to admit defeat!

SLAM! SLAM! PLAP! SLAM! WHAP! SLAM! PLAP! SPLLLLLLURRRTTTT

“Damn you, braaaaattttttt!”

“Cummmmmmiiiinnnggggg!!!”

At the same moment both women hit their climax, on spraying jizz into the greedy hole currently squeezing her dick like it owed her money, the other shuddering and shivering as she squirted for the first time in weeks. Both couldn’t think straight, nothing was in their heads but lust. Wave after wave of cum splashed against Marthams womb, splashing back out of her abused hole and onto the floor when none could longer fit. Baobhan felt her own seed coat her waist alongside the other Servant’s sopping juices. If she wasn’t currently occupied cumming like a leaky hose inside one of the best pussy’s she’d ever had she’d curse that she wasn’t big enough to cumflate girls like Barghest could.

When their orgasms ended, Martha still hadn’t fallen. Despite the cock bulging out her stomach and the mind bending orgasm, her arms held. Baobhan, however, was just as lucid.

SMACK!

The Archer brought her hand down on Martha’s behind. “How was that for round one? I’ve got plenty more in the tank for you, so you better not give out anytime soon!”

“I don’t plan on it.” Martha resolved herself. “You’ve brought out my competitive side. We aren’t stopping until you pass out.”

“Ahahahaha! I’ll take that bet! Spread those cheeks, I’m spearing that asshole next. Santa’s just gonna have to go around us, because I’m not stopping either!” Baobhan declared.

It wasn’t a traditional Christmas for sure. Martha would never be allowed to cook solo again, and cum was banned as an ingredient and dish- though Melusine was still more than willing to fill any container put in front of her with her ample sperm. Martha still got what she wanted though, no one would forget this Christmas dinner… nor would she forget the Nightingale’s bemused expression when she came to deliver a present, only to find Baobhan and her struggling to top each other.