Just what kind of tactics they should strategize, however, remained a highly questionable proposition. Shunsuke had played basketball in middle school; he grasped the basics of game plans, formations, offensive and defensive maneuvers. He'd occasionally watched movies depicting historical battles like Sekigahara, appreciating the crucial role of strategy in competition. But… this?
"Sex… how the hell do you strategize sex?" Shunsuke mused aloud, staring blankly towards the adjacent room as Gorgon, now thankfully wrapped in a thick bathrobe, sat across from him. The more he thought, the more baffling it became. "Is it just about… positions? Techniques to make the opponent orgasm?"
"Mm," Gorgon grunted noncommittally, glancing towards the bed where she'd been fervently practicing her… techniques. "What else did you imagine I was doing moments ago?"
"So, how did it go? Effective?" Shunsuke asked, genuinely curious.
"As I stated earlier, the sensation from the warehouse… it cannot be replicated alone," Gorgon practically hissed, her perfect white teeth clenched slightly. "Without genuine physical congress, even the most practiced movements are ultimately… empty. An emptiness that brute force alone," her eyes narrowed, flashing with that disturbing hatred, "cannot fill."
Despite her menacing words, spoken with chilling intensity, Shunsuke found himself utterly distracted. Her neck, long and slender, impossibly pale against the dark robe, drew his eye. And then there were her breasts—those monumental orbs of flesh strained against the terrycloth, threatening to spill free at any moment. Their sheer, impossible size captivated his gaze far more than her quietly terrifying threats.
"Genuine physical congress," Shunsuke repeated, tasting the words, the weight of their implication settling upon him. He met Gorgon's intense stare. A wild, reckless impulse surged through him. "Then… let's do it? Practice… together?"
Gorgon visibly recoiled, a sharp "Tch!" escaping her lips. Disgust warred with… something else… in her expression. She was clearly reluctant, maybe even repulsed by the idea. But Shunsuke knew he had to push.
"Think about the others participating in this farce," he argued, forcing himself to sound reasonable, clinical. "Tohsaka-san and Edelfelt-san… they don't fear death. They see this… this degradation… as a small, perhaps even necessary, price for ultimate power. What about you?"
"I, too, do not fear death!" Gorgon declared, straightening her spine, a queen reclaiming her throne. "Not as a Heroic Spirit, nor as the Fallen Goddess I am!"
"Then do I truly need to spell it out?" Shunsuke sighed, affecting an air of bored impatience, though his own heart was hammering against his ribs. "I'm nothing. A washout from a no-name family, barely a magus, practically baseline human. Yet even I am prepared to face this head-on. You… you are vastly more powerful, infinitely wiser, burdened by divine purpose. And now, facing this… this challenge… you lack even that basic resolve?"
A shadow crossed Gorgon's face. Her knuckles, clenched tight in her lap, turned white. For a terrifying moment, Shunsuke braced for an attack, expecting her volatile temper to explode. But she merely lowered her gaze. Perhaps it was the Grail's subtle leash, the binding geas of their contract. Or perhaps… perhaps his blunt words had actually struck a chord.
"You… are not wrong," she conceded finally, her voice tight, strained. Though fiercely prideful, Gorgon wouldn't deceive herself. "Very well. We shall… practice. Devise a training regimen. Beginning with the fundamentals." A dangerous glint entered her eye. "I understand you were… inexperienced… prior to tonight?"
"Ugh—" Shunsuke flushed beet red, caught completely off guard. The question stung, a bizarre mix of embarrassing truth and implied inadequacy. He sputtered, indignant yet oddly amused, finally just nodding curtly. "Yeah. But you… you must be incredibly experienced, right? I mean… with all those heroes, legendary figures… you must have…?" He trailed off, a strange bitterness rising in his throat. Imagining this impossibly alluring, powerful being—this goddess—as some hero's conquest, or worse, a plaything… it soured something within him.
The response was immediate, visceral. Gorgon's eyes became twin pits of icy fury. "Those 'heroes'?" she spat the word like poison. "I would see them all turned to stone by my Mystic Eyes! Eradicated! I would rather my corpse be devoured by scavenging curs than suffer the slightest indignity at their hands!" Her voice shook with barely contained rage. "You defiled not only my body but my very divinity! Are you attempting to provoke me? To witness the true extent of my power, unleashed from these pathetic seals?!"
"No! Not at all! Misunderstanding!" Shunsuke stammered, genuinely alarmed by the sudden surge of killing intent radiating from her. "I just assumed… based on the myths… you know, luring warriors to their doom… And you're so incredibly beautiful, and those breasts are… ridiculously huge—sorry, probably rude, but it's true! So I just thought…"
"Hmph. Myths and legends, much like history itself, are merely concepts molded by mortals. Dolls dressed up to suit their narratives," Gorgon retorted, though the sheer intensity of her rage seemed to ebb slightly at his flustered, terrified reaction. She visibly forced herself back to cold composure. "Regardless of how those insignificant insects perceive me, whether you believe it or not… I care little. My truth remains unchanged."
"My mistake. And… I believe you," Shunsuke said, meaning it. A surprising warmth spread through him, chasing away the earlier bitterness. Relief? Camaraderie? Whatever it was, it felt… right. "Then… let's do this. Let's work together. Like when I first started basketball, couldn't even dribble properly. Hard work can compensate for lack of talent, right? Even a little?"
Gorgon slowly crossed her arms beneath her massive bosom. The movement caused the heavy globes of pale flesh to squash outwards, spilling over her forearms, transforming their perfect roundness into impossibly wide, soft mounds. She averted her gaze, staring fixedly at the wall, silent once more.
Minutes ticked by in charged silence. Finally, Gorgon turned her head, her strange, captivating eyes re-evaluating him. "Have you truly resolved yourself?"
"Yeah," Shunsuke nodded, glancing down at his own arms—not overly thick, but leanly muscled from years of casual training. "Since we're Master and Servant now… maybe… maybe I'm supposed to help you achieve your wish?"
"..." Gorgon remained silent for another long moment. Then, slowly, she lowered her arms, releasing the breathtaking pressure on her chest. Without a word, she opened her arms to him, a silent invitation.
Shunsuke hesitated for only a fraction of a second. Then, steeling himself, he moved towards her. She enveloped him in an embrace that was simultaneously overwhelming and… strangely comforting. His immediate sensations were: Soft. Unbelievably, impossibly soft. Fragrant—a faint, unique scent, both floral and somehow primal. And Suffocating—the sheer volume of her bosom pressed against his face, stealing his breath.
Yet, he understood. This was her acknowledgment. Her acceptance of him as a partner, perhaps even… a comrade. He wrapped his own arms around her surprisingly narrow waist, pulling her closer, inhaling her unique scent, his hand stroking her impossibly smooth, silky purple hair.
"Enough," Gorgon murmured after a moment, releasing him. Her eyes, catching the candlelight, seemed to glow with newfound intensity. "Help me win this Grail."
"Right," Shunsuke nodded, feeling a surge of purpose. "The war doesn't officially start till morning… but we should strategize now."
"Indeed," Gorgon agreed, a dangerous smirk playing on her lips. "We shall strategize… and practice."
"Huh?"
***
Minutes later, Shunsuke found himself pinned beneath Gorgon, his body sinking into the plush mattress, legs spread wide, completely naked. The stunningly voluptuous Servant straddled his hips, lowering herself onto his already painfully hard erection. With a wet schlick, she took him deep inside her tight, impossibly hot core, and immediately began to ride him, her hips rotating with practiced, powerful rhythm. The wet, slapping sounds echoed in the quiet room.
Shunsuke's breath came in ragged gasps, his entire lower body tingling, hypersensitive, as her slick inner walls gripped and massaged his length from root to tip. Even Gorgon, despite her impassive expression, wasn't immune. Suppressed trembles ran through her frame, and soft, involuntary gasps and moans escaped her lips with each downward thrust. Plap, plap, squelch. The sounds of their bodies colliding, the friction, the heat… Shunsuke felt keenly, viscerally, that a part of him was being swallowed, consumed by her warm depths, connecting them on a profound, intimate level—a 'negative distance' communication transcending words.
But, as Gorgon had implicitly warned, this was training. Base level conditioning. If he shot his load the instant one of these goddesses mounted him, the war was already lost. The same applied to her; control was paramount. The only way to endure, to build stamina, was to distract themselves, to focus their minds elsewhere even as their bodies writhed in pleasure. So, they began to talk, murmuring tactics between gasps and kisses.
Surprisingly, perhaps stimulated by the sheer physical intensity, an actual strategic idea began to form as they both neared their thresholds. Gorgon leaned down, increasing the pressure, her massive breasts flattening against his chest, the friction of her hard nipples against his skin adding another layer of agonizing stimulus. Her movements became deeper, more deliberate. But the primary reason for lowering herself was clear: to engage him in a deep, searching kiss, their tongues tangling as she whispered their nascent plan against his lips.
"Align… with Luvia? Plausible?" she breathed against his mouth, her voice thick with arousal.
"From… what I overheard… Luvia and Tohsaka… hate each other," Shunsuke gasped back, arching his hips to meet her downward thrust. "Lifelong rivals. Becoming opponents now… we might… exploit that." Their tongues wrestled, saliva mingling, the intimacy breathtaking despite the strategic undertones.
"Why Tohsaka? Not… Yoshizawa?" Gorgon panted, grinding down hard, milking a low groan from him.
"Yoshizawa… dangerous potential… maybe… but Tohsaka… bigger immediate threat," Shunsuke reasoned, their tongues now seemingly fused, sucking rhythmically as their lower bodies continued their frantic dance. "Eliminate the strongest competitor first… or pick off the potentially weaker one? Your choice?"
"Risks… giving Yoshizawa… time to consolidate?" Gorgon countered, her breath catching as she pulsed her inner muscles around him.
"Perhaps. But… we're the underdogs. Better to target Tohsaka now, while Luvia might cooperate. Against Yoshizawa… Luvia might hesitate. Plus…" he gasped as she suddenly changed rhythm, hitting a deeper angle, "…teaming up lets us… probe Luvia… find her weaknesses… for later…"
Plap-plap-plap-plap—! Gorgon didn't answer immediately. Instead, her hip thrusts accelerated, becoming frantic, desperate. Her breathing grew harsh, ragged. Shunsuke instinctively widened his legs into a diamond shape, allowing her deeper access. His cock, slick with their combined juices, swelled impossibly tight, nearing the point of no return. Suddenly, Gorgon slammed her hips down hard, her thighs clamping viselike around his waist. Her entire body seized in violent convulsions. The sudden, intense constriction, the depth of penetration… it tipped him over. Shunsuke's legs shot straight, toes pointed, as his orgasm ripped through him, his cock spasming uncontrollably, gush-gush-gushing load after load deep into her clenching depths.
They lay entwined, bodies trembling silently for long moments. Eventually, Gorgon pushed her sweat-soaked hair back from her face and slowly lowered herself completely onto his chest. It took Shunsuke several minutes for the aftershocks pulsing through his abdomen to subside. Gently, carefully, he used both hands to part the heavy mounds of her breasts resting on his torso, peering down at the point of connection. They were still intimately joined, her inner muscles fluttering faintly around his softening cock. He noticed her navel quivering slightly. Clearly, her body wasn't nearly as composed as her expression tried to suggest.
"So… who won that round?" Shunsuke teased breathlessly. "If we both came…"
Gorgon responded by slapping his hands away from her breasts with an irritated flick, then grabbing the back of his neck and pulling his face towards hers. Her teeth grazed his earlobe sharply before her hips began to move again, slow, deep, deliberate rotations… a silent demand for more.
Seeing Gorgon was clearly done talking for now, Shunsuke surrendered, letting his engorged cock be swallowed and sucked by her relentless inner heat. His hands returned to her breasts, kneading the heavy, pliant flesh, focusing entirely on her subtle reactions, learning her body, preparing for the battles ahead…
***
Unsurprisingly, given the intensity of their 'training' throughout the night—and another 'refresher session' upon waking—Shunsuke found his legs decidedly unsteady when he finally climbed out of bed. Gorgon, too, seemed somewhat… taxed. Apparently, gaining a physical body via the Grail, even for a goddess, meant succumbing to certain mortal frailties.
Rin Tohsaka had already departed by the time they emerged. A quiet, demure maid with downcast eyes led Shunsuke and Gorgon through the mansion's opulent hallways to Luvia Edelfelt's assigned room. As they approached the door, Shunsuke could hear… rhythmic slapping sounds… and moans… emanating from within.
The maid opened the door silently and bowed them inside. Shunsuke's gaze immediately snapped to the bed. Two voluptuous, pale bodies were tangled together in a sweaty embrace. A veritable mountain of used tissues lay discarded on the bedside table. Clothes were strewn haphazardly across the floor.
Luvia Edelfelt, her signature golden drills unbound and cascading around her flushed face, was positioned behind another equally curvy woman, thrusting powerfully into her from the rear. Between them, glistening obscenely, was one of the 'Ritual Implements'—a thick, milky-white dildo pulsing with faint amber light, unmistakably shaped from Shunsuke's own essence. It slid in and out with wet, sucking sounds, lubricated by copious amounts of shimmering fluid, as Luvia slammed her hips against the other woman's equally impressive posterior…