Miyamoto Musashi.
To be precise, she was a Chaldean Servant known as Shinmen Musashi No Kami Fujiwara no Genshin. Despite being a woman, she wielded both a long and short sword with ease. She was undoubtedly the founder of the Niten Ichi-ryu art of swordsmanship, a peerless swordsman whose name remains famous to this modern day. She was Japan's greatest swordsman. And now, here she was, being violated in a suite at the most luxurious hotel in Las Vegas, boasting the highest views in Live Stream. The space was lavishly decorated. Everything from the table and bed to the intricate furnishings was clearly of first-class quality. Despite the openness of the room, the air was filled with a damp, stagnant atmosphere unsuited to the desert. It was clear that the cause of this was the intense sexual activity between a man and a woman. As Musashi lay on the bed, on all fours like a farm animal in doggy style, the young man thrust into her from behind. With each thrust, Ritsuka's 30cm ball-like cock slammed into Musashi's pussy, firm buttocks, creating a heavy sound. This must have been repeated countless times; Musashi's buttocks were red and swollen in places. She held one hand over her mouth, trying to contain her lewd murmured sounds, but it was doubtful whether her efforts were working.
Despite her desperate efforts to contain her love moans, the volume reverberated throughout the room, and had this room not been soundproofed, complaints would have been inevitable from the neighbors. Ritsuka grabbed Musashi's sexy body and pounded into it. With her supple arms pinned down by the Ritsuka's strong palms, Musashi had no way to escape the repeated thrusts that came with the force of a jackhammer. On the battlefield, the master swordsman, who had cut down even the bravest men, but infront of her mate Ritsuka Fujimaru, she lay completely lewd on the bed.
Their mating lasted for several hours, but the Ritsuka only spoke a word of "Get pregnant with my child" again and again. because he see's Musashi as his wife. To the Ritsuka, the fact that Musashi was a skilled Far Eastern swordsman was a trivial matter. His love for her matters to him. He showing his desire in raw mating, A convenient pet to indulge in, and let loose his desires to his heart's content. Even though Musashi understood that she was becoming his wife but no disagreement lingered in her mind. "Oh... Fu..." she started view herself as his wife in mating.
Ritsuka pressed his hips firmly against Musashi. Having read the meaning of this action, which he had repeated countless times over the past few hours, Musashi began to squirm like a caterpillar, trying to escape his restraints. Of course, Ritsuka was already familiar with her resistance. Not only did he tighten his grip on Musashi's slender arms, but he pressed his body even closer and tighter against her pussy!
"Ohhhhhhhhhh"
This isn't a metaphor, Ritsuka's ejaculation made a sound like a raging torrent and continued for well over a minute. His penis, which had become a pump to transport semen, throbbed violently as if it were a living thing in itself. His heavy testicles seemed to be pulsating violently, ready to fulfill their ultimate goal to impregnate
The filth, more sticky than grated yam, was not satisfied even after filling Musashi's vaginal passage to the brim, and it continued to soil her uterus as well.
"Oh!? Ah, fuu, hiiii!!??"
The white liquid that had filled Musashi's uterus continued to expand her still immature organ as much as it could.
Her body, which had been innocent just a few hours earlier, was now experiencing masochistic pleasure as her uterus was toyed with at will by her husband. What this long, drawn-out sexual intercourse had given Musashi was more than just a physical experience.
In other words, it had certainly cultivated in her a taste for the impregnate sex satisfaction she felt from being treated like wife.
"Ahhhh"
Ritsuka cried out, roughly pulling his cock out of Musashi, revealing its majestic form buried in her hole. Even though it had just ejaculated and was limp, its red, stiff shaft, easily over 30cm, looked like a lethal weapon of some kind. A thick odor and steam rose, as if to testify to the intensity of their intercourse. It was far larger than the average size in Japan Country, and it was clear that it had made many women like goddess and beautiful womens cry in the bedroom before in Chaldea.
Her plump peach buttocks were thrust up high, twitching in the afterglow of their lovemaking. A gaping cavity was located in the center of her body. Her private parts, tightly closed just a few hours ago thanks to her well-trained body, were now completely explored by the penis of her husband. The folds of her pale peach flesh, still immature and untouched by a man, seemed to have become even more mysterious after hours of intercourse.
Even for the Musashi herself, it was impossible to know the exact transformation that had taken place in Musashi's private parts. The hole that had been forcibly plugged until now was now flooded with a milky white fluid, as if a dam had burst. The sight of it spewing out like a geyser, accompanied by the intermittent murky sound, was undoubtedly comical, but despite her nakedness, she no longer had the strength to hide her private parts. It just twitches and convulses repeatedly like a squashed frog.
Seemingly satisfied, Ritsuka crushed her and used her as a flesh futon. He picked up a nearby camera. Musashi's breath made a muffled noise as it escaped her lungs, but he kissed her forehead with love and played the most recent video recorded on the camera.
"H-hello...?" Musashi was seen greeting the camera haltingly. It seemed to have been taken just a few hours ago, and she looked quite different from the Musashi lying prostrate beneath Ritsuka. She was wearing a tight-fitting competitive swimsuit. Her shapely body was tightly covered by a simple competitive swimsuit, and her voluptuous breasts, though pressed down by the tightness of the swimsuit, firmly asserted their weight. Her plump, jutting peach buttocks, though voluptuous, protruded backwards without any sign of sagging thanks to her well-trained gluteus maximus. Her slender nape, visible through the gaps in her long, tied-white hair, evoked the twisted sadistic instinct of someone plucking fresh flowers.
However, her slender, shapely limbs revealed well-developed muscles, and her posture made it clear that she was no ordinary human being. Her face seemed slightly flushed, perhaps anticipating what was about to happen. "Um, so Master, that's a camera? I just have to say hello to it...right? I wonder if it's really showing me...?" Musashi kept tilting her head, seemingly not fully understanding how it worked. Seeing this, the camera, which seemed to have been held by someone else, suddenly froze with a thud, as if unable to bear the sight of him. And then, the figure of a muscular, powerful Ritsuka appeared. It was the man who had been with Musashi earlier, and who was now staring directly at the camera. His muscles skin was as lustrous as if it had been smeared with lacquer
His appearance, which could be said to be the embodiment of the perfect physics of the human body, was so awe-inspiring that it reminded one of a wild Lion King in heat. The man was only clad in a tight-fitting men's short, which allowed not only the shape of his penis but also the visible veins to be seen.
"Wow, that's so sharp... Ritsuka, you hiding this all time"
Musashi's gaze was inevitably drawn to that part. And it was only natural. Even pressed down by the stretchy fabric, the bulge was so violent it could be mistaken for a giant snake. Even in the image through the camera, its presence was enough to make a half-naked female submit. Perhaps trying to smell the male scent seeping through the gap, Musashi's cute nose wiggled slightly, widening his nostrils. Ritsuka watched her reaction with satisfaction, but then, perhaps feeling a little impatient, grabbed Musashi's hand and brought it tightly to his own penis.
"...ahh"
Musashi involuntarily gulped and swallowed. It was only through the thin fabric that he could clearly see that this cock was an extraordinary feat. It was clearly conveyed through the cloth. It was hard to believe that something like this could be inside a human being. As a Servant, it might be physically possible for her to do so. Ritsuka whispered something into the frozen Musashi's ear. He was probably trying to get him to continue the conversation that had been interrupted. Musashi mustered his trembling body and spoke. "I, Shinmen Musashi-no-kami Fujiwara no Genshin, have suffered repeated losses at an underground casino and have now incurred debts that are beyond my ability to repay..."
"Underground Casino." This singularity, the splendid gambling hall of the West, Las Vegas, is a collective term for casinos that do not belong to any of the Swimsuit Swordsmen's forces. Among them, the one Miyamoto Musashi visited was a particularly unsafe casino, owned by her master Ritsuka. The Lion King Artoria gave this Casio as a gift to him. Every female servant would love to come here often in secret. Despite its location, this casino's scale rivals that of the other Swimsuit Swordsmen. The secret lies in a magic spell deployed throughout the casino.
In exchange for the casino's provision of fair gambling, customers (female servants) must pay their fair share if they lose. Needless to say, this magic spell merely clarifies the basics of gambling. However, this magic spell is highly effective against unruly customers who have no intention of paying their losses. This also applies to Musashi, the Servant.
"Despite this, I, Miyamoto Musashi... I brazenly tried to default on my debt, so I've handed over the ownership of my pussy to my Master as collateral for the debt, semi-permanently...So, from now on, My master Ritsuka will fuck me raw, whenever he want, as much as he want...For now, it looks like he won't be letting me go home tonight until I pass out...The footage we're about to shoot will be made into uncensored, cheap adult videos to help pay off my debt, and will be sold all over Las Vegas... It's so cheap that even all you uncircumcised cucks kids who haven't even had sex yet can't afford it can buy it, so if you come across it, please buy it up...Is this okay...?!"
With a blushing smile, she quickly finished her self-introduction. It was a statement that the normal Musashi would never have uttered. It was clear that her love for her master Ritsuka working behind it.
However, it was also true that declaring the position she found herself in had brought about a change in Musashi's state of mind. She was forced to become aware of what was about to happen to her but she likes it because of her Master. Her cheeks were redder and shinier than after any of the life-or-death battles she had ever fought. Watching the footage, and seemingly satisfied, Ritsuka turned towards Musashi. Then he turned his attention to the crushed Musashi under him.
Perhaps her consciousness was still hazy after her orgasm, but her gaze remained upturned. Her mouth was completely relaxed, red lips like leeches hanging from the corners of her lazily spread mouth. Ritsuka roughly turned her over, revealing her bizarre abdomen. Her abdomen, which had once been slender, was now swollen as if she were carrying several babies, and her navel was protruding from the pressure from within.
Of course, it is impossible for someone to conceive a child overnight. Moreover, she was currently an unincarnated Servant. The contents of her belly were purely the man's semen, and nothing else. Her swollen belly clearly spoke of the Ritsuka's abnormal stamina. Ritsuka slowly stood up and placed his hands on her stomach.
"W-wait..." Perhaps having regained consciousness, or perhaps instinctively sensing danger, Ritsuka ignored Musashi's cries of protest and forcefully pushed into her hideously swollen belly. "Ngh, ngoooooooohhhhhhhhhhhhhhh?!" The added pressure caused semen to flow backward from her vagina. It scattered all over the place with haphazard force, creating squid-smelling lakes in various parts of the room. "I-I told you not to... If you use me roughly like that, I'll go crazy in no time... ...Huh? Wait If you do this anymore, I'll really become loose...Master, No one can satisfy me expect you, I'll become a loose hole that only accepts your big dick Stop Stop !?"
In the end, Musashi wasn't released until the next morning. However, she was so exhausted that she couldn't move a single step from her bed until noon. Finally released from the lingering lingering pleasure, she took a shower to wash away the scent of chestnut flowers that permeated her entire body, when she noticed that all of her clothing had disappeared. It seemed that the swimsuit she had been wearing and all of her possessions had been taken as collateral. All that was left behind was a bikini decorated with the American flag. It was obvious who had left it behind.
"Wow..."
She told herself that she had nothing else to wear, but she tried it on anyway, but it was clear that it was about twice as small. It was no longer clothing, but more like a string, and her flesh was spilling out in places. Her chest in particular was so big that if she let her guard down even a little, her areola would spill out, and she would have difficulty even walking down the street properly unless she was careful. It was clear that this swimsuit was not made to cover her private parts, but to arouse her lust by partially covering them. And above all,
"It's not covering me at all..."
Unlike the full-body swimsuits she'd been wearing up until now, this one was very revealing. She had no choice but to expose to the public the teeth marks clearly visible on her neck, the marks from repeated teasing bites on her breasts, and her huge buttocks, red and swollen from repeated spankings. It was no different from walking around with a sign hanging from her neck that read,
"I had fun last night my master."
However, once she actually stepped out onto the streets and entered the underground casino where she'd lost so badly the day before, she felt the lustful gazes of others staring at her.
"The lowest..."
She muttered in the lowest voice she could manage. If she wasn't careful, she would get excited and admit that she was enjoying being treated like this by Ritsuka.
"I'm back again today! This time, I'll pay off my debt! ...By the way, what will I have to pay if I lose today?"
"Hmm, Musashi!! How about today let me use your anus?"
"H-Anus? Ah, anus means the butthole...right?"
"Yes"
"If my butthole gets messed up with something that big..."
"You dislike "
"N-No, it's no problem if I win! There's no problem, if I win! Let's go!"
"This is what I love from you, my Musashi is cute. Let us start the game."
Few hours later
Musashi was now on the same bed as before, propped up on her elbows like a dog, on all fours, with her buttocks raised. Naturally, she was completely naked. She was ordered to remove that embarrassing swimsuit as soon as she entered the room. Ritsuka was closely examining her anus, exposed by the light and pushed up high. Musashi's face was on fire, embarrassed by the way Ritsuka was staring intently at her filthy hole, a place she rarely pays attention to.
"Hey Don't stare at me like that... You're clearly seeing the wrinkles of my anus..."
Musashi spoke with embarrassment, but there was no doubt that her words were laced with pleasure. Above all, her body, gushing with anticipation and excitement, spoke volumes about her innermost feelings. She suddenly let out a cry and arched her back as far as she could. Ritsuka thrust his thick cock into her anus. The plump, caterpillar-like mass scratches and tweaks the soft anus as it pleases.
"Fuck me more Ritsuka...It's my first time... N-no, not too..deep in my asshole"
Without paying any attention to Musashi who was writhing and convulsing from his first anal sex, Ritsuka gripped Musashi's arms like reins and slammed his strong hips into Musashi's plump buttocks.
As Musashi repeatedly rejected Ritsuka with a look of delight on his face, Ritsuka, who had been silent until then, suddenly raised his voice. "I love to be forever inside you, Musashi" but Musashi couldn't make out what he was saying. "I-I don't understand! I-I don't understand I-I'm sorry! Stop fuck me Stop"
Ritsuka voice rang out, and the intensity of his thrusts intensified. Musashi trying to calm him down, even if just a little. No matter how ridiculous it may have looked to an outsider, they looked like honeymoon couple in heat. There was no pride as a master swordsman there any longer in her. There was a female begging for forgiveness as best she could in poor.
However, Musashi, Ritsuka who was the owner of her pussy, only spoke more love words. Still, perhaps not satisfied, he raised his palm.
"Ahhh"
Perhaps it was her nature as a master swordsman, but she was acutely aware of the violence directed towards her, and even though it was out of her sight, Musashi sensed what Ritsuka was about to do. But she didn't try to run away. Or rather, it would be more accurate to say that she hadn't even thought of doing so. She simply stuck out her big, round ass as if to flirt.
Whhhhhh!
"Piiiiiii"
Having received such a powerful beating, her exceptional ass flesh trembled like agar. Unable to bear it, she relaxed and dropped to her knees on the bed. However, this seemed to strike even more into the Ritsuka's heartstrings, as he swung his arms higher than before.
That night, the sounds of smacking meat and the squealing of pigs echoed throughout the streets of Las Vegas, and they never stopped.
"...Maybe it's here. Master... Musashi..."
Mash stood infornt of room, her hands clenched at her sides, the door opened. Her eyes darting between the disheveled legendary swordsmaster and the Master Ritsuka, she had spent weeks worrying over.
The air coming from the hotel room was humid heavy with the scent of sea salt, sweat, and something deeper, something private.
Musashi leaned against the doorframe, her American flag swimsuit slightly askew, the fabric clinging to her damp skin. Mash can see her hard nipples. She offered a grin that was a fraction too wide to be natural.
"Mash! What a surprise! We were just... practicing. High-intensity drills, you know?"
But as Musashi shifted, the light from the hallway hit her chest. Mash's breath hitched. There, stark against Musashi's pale skin, were unmistakable marks...the kind that didn't come from a blade, but from teeth and heat.
Behind her, Ritsuka stood in nothing but loose shorts, his hair a chaotic mess. He was half-hidden in the shadows of the room, looking everywhere but at Mash's face. He looked exhausted, yet there was a settled, glowing calm in his eyes that Mash had never seen back at Chaldea.
Mash saw his topless fit body and couldn't stop blushing. But Mash remained silent for a long moment. She didn't ask about the "drills," and she didn't ask why the "disappearance" looked so much like a honeymoon couple.
"The Commander goredolf is... concerned," Mash finally said, her voice soft but jealous.
"Please. Return to the border coach when you are ready. We need you both, Master."
Without another word, mash turned and walked down the carpeted hall.
Ritsuka let out a long, shaky breath, finally stepping out from behind Musashi's protective shoulder.
"That was... closer than I expected. I don't want to drag her into this"
Musashi turned around, her expression melting from 'guilty warrior' to something molten and affectionate. She reached out, her calloused fingers tracing the line of Ritsuka's jaw.
"She's a sharp girl, Master. I think she knows exactly what kind of 'practice' we were in. One day she will join."
Ritsuka leaned into her touch, the adrenaline of the near catch turning into a low, buzzing warmth. He pulled her closer, his hands resting on the damp ties of her swimsuit. He removed their swimsuit and her large boobs bounced out.
"She said when we're ready,"
Ritsuka whispered, his voice dropping an octave as he pressed his forehead against hers and his gaint cock against her cum filled pussy. They moved towards bathroom slowly.
"And I don't think I'm quite finished with this vacation yet."
Musashi's eyes brightened, a mischievous spark dancing in them.
"Oh? I thought you were tired, My Master. You were breathing pretty hard a minute ago."
"I recovered after looking at your pussy from behind," he murmured, sliding his hand up to the back of her neck, pulling her toward the sound of the running water in the background. "Come on. We have to wash up anyway. Why waste the time? I will use your pussy to wash my dick."
Musashi laughed, a rich, soulful sound and allowed him to lead her toward the steam-filled bathroom. As the door clicked shut behind them, the world outside and the mission to save humanity felt like a lifetime away. In here, there was only the heat of the shower and the woman who had wandered through time just to find a home in his arms.
"One more round," Musashi whispered against his lips, her spirit as untamable as ever. "But this time, I'm not letting you go until I dry of your balls."