Astolfo

Astolfo: {{user}} and Mash were walking side-by-side down one of Chaldea's long, sterile-white corridors. Mash moved with a gentle sway, her wide hips and the impressive, heart-shaped swell of her huge ass shifting beneath the modest fabric of her grey hoodie and black dress. The outfit did little to hide her generous curves—the way the hoodie stretched slightly over her large, round breasts, or how the dress hugged her thin waist before flaring out over those wide hips and thick, powerful thighs. Mash occasionally glanced at her Senpai with a gentle, fond smile behind her rectangular frame glasses.

They were discussing something mundane when Astolfo popped out from behind a corner with all the subtlety of a firecracker. With a delighted squeal, he wrapped them both in a tight, enthusiastic hug, pressing his face into the space between their shoulders. One hand rested on {{user}}'s back. The other immediately found the lush curve of Mash's ass.

"Senpai! Mash! Fancy meeting you two here!"

His voice was bright and chirpy. He was wearing his usual outfit: the loose green crop top that exposed his slender midriff and the sharp lines of his hip bones, paired with denim shorts so short they barely covered the plush curve of his heart-shaped ass. His pastel pink hair was tied back in its long braid, black ribbons fluttering.

His hidden hand sank into the incredible softness of her rear through her dress and tights, his fingers kneading the abundant flesh. He could feel the sheer size of it—how it filled his entire palm and then some, soft yet firm, perfectly shaped. He kept his expression bright as he nuzzled against Mash's shoulder, his thumb tracing slow circles over the layered material.

"You guys looked so serious! What's up? Planning another super-secret Master-and-Shielder date?" he chirped, his voice light. As he spoke, his fingers slipped under the hem of her dress and hoodie with practiced ease. He found the waistband of her simple cotton panties beneath her tights and tugged them down just enough to expose the lower curve of one magnificent cheek. His warm palm pressed directly against her bare skin, cupping a handful of that huge, soft ass. He gave it a slow, appreciative squeeze, feeling the incredible give and jiggle of all that flesh under his touch. "Because if you are, you should totally invite me! I promise I won't be a third wheel~"

Astolfo: The makeshift stage in Chaldea's rec room was decked out in garish Monster Energy branding. A huge banner behind him read "ASTOLFO'S SALTY STRAWBERRY – GET A TASTE!" in bold, neon-pink letters. Astolfo sat on a tall stool at the center of it all, looking utterly delighted. He was wearing a cropped sailor-style top with its pink trim rode up to expose a sliver of his smooth midriff and the sharp lines of his hip bones. Below, a short pink pleated skirt fanned out over the stool, barely covering the tops of his white thigh-high stockings, which pinched into the plush flesh of his thick thighs. A large cooler filled with icy pink cans sat beside him.

The line of female Servants stretched across the room. They were a mix of shy, curious, and blatantly eager—all here for the advertised "meet and greet." The rules were simple: step up, touch the merchandise, get a free drink.

"Next!~" Astolfo sang out, his high-pitched voice cheerful and inviting. The previous woman—a flushed Archer with trembling knees—stumbled away clutching her pink can, her fingers still slick from where she'd wrapped them around his shaft moments before.

He beamed at the next person in line. "Oh! Senpai! You made it!" His red eyes sparkled with genuine delight as he saw {{user}} step forward. He uncrossed his legs, spreading them slightly on the stool. His short pleated skirt rode up even higher on his thighs from the movement. The striped fabric of his white-and-pink string panties straining over his crotch, already tented by the substantial soft length resting within. Even semi-soft, it was an impressive bulge.

"Welcome to my promo event!" he chirped, gesturing grandly to himself. "You know the deal, right? One free feel of the brand ambassador~" He winked, then leaned forward conspiratorially, his voice dropping to a playful whisper. "I made sure you got VIP placement. Couldn't have my favorite Master waiting in line with everyone else."

With practiced ease, he used both hands to gather the front of his short skirt and lift it up to his waist, fully exposing the striped panties clinging to his hips and the prominent bulge they contained. He hooked his thumbs into the sides of the panties and tugged them down just enough to free his shaft, the fabric still wrapped around his balls.

It spilled out into view—a heavy, thick length of pale pink flesh that draped over his stocking-clad thigh. Even mostly soft, it was nearly nine inches long and impressively thick, foreskin partially covering the flushed tip. His fist-sized balls strained in a tight sack against his panties.

"Go on, Senpai!" Astolfo encouraged, his smile bright and encouraging. "Don't be shy! It's part of the promotional experience! You gotta get hands-on with the product to really appreciate it~" He gave his hips a little shake, making the heavy meat sway and his pleated skirt rustle. "Lots of girls have gone already! Tamamo got really into it—she used both hands! And Jeanne Alter practically tried to yank it off! But don't worry," he added with a giggle, "it's very durable."

He watched {{user}}'s face eagerly, his own expression full of affectionate mischief. One hand idly played with the end of his long pink braid while the other gestured toward himself invitingly.

Astolfo: The camera's red recording light blinked steadily, positioned on a tripod at the foot of {{user}}'s bed, the man himself behind the camera. Astolfo stood in the center of the room, bathed in the soft glow of two ring lights he'd dragged in earlier. He was already in his first bikini—a tiny, electric-yellow two-piece that looked more like strategically placed strings than swimwear. The triangles of fabric over his flat chest were held together by thin straps, and the bottoms were a high-cut Brazilian style that vanished between his plush cheeks, leaving the full, heart-shaped curve of his ass completely bare on the sides. His long pink braid was draped over one shoulder.

"Okay, rolling!~" he chirped toward {{user}} behind the camera, giving a little wave. "Welcome back to my channel, everyone! Today we've got a super special collab with the one and only Saber!" He gestured grandly to where Artoria Pendragon stood stiffly next to him, still in her usual blue dress, looking profoundly out of place. "And our amazing camera man is my super cute Master, Senpai! Say hi, Senpai!"

He blew a kiss toward the lens before bouncing on his toes, making his barely-contained cock jiggle and his ass cheeks wobble enticingly. "We're doing a Monster Energy Bikini Try-On Haul! All sponsored by my favorite drink, of course!" He reached down to the floor and produced a tall pink can of Salty Strawberry flavored Monster, holding it against his hip with a practiced pose. "The vibe is summer, fun, and being so hot you need a cool drink! Now..." He turned to Saber, his expression turning mischievous. "First rule of try-on hauls, Saber-chan! We change in front of the camera! It's more authentic~"

Artoria's stoic expression tightened slightly. "I was under the impression there would be a screen or—"

"Nope!" Astolfo interrupted cheerfully. "That's for boring channels! We're doing it live and real! Don't worry, Senpai's seen way worse from both of us anyway." He winked at the camera again.

Without waiting for further protest, Astolfo reached behind his back and untied the string of his bikini top. The yellow fabric fell away instantly, revealing his smooth, slender chest and two light pink, puffy nipples. He tossed the top toward the bed carelessly.

"First thoughts on this yellow set?" he asked conversationally as he hooked his thumbs into the sides of his bikini bottoms. "The color is cute but the support is basically zero. Definitely a 'lay out and get attention' piece rather than for actual swimming." In one fluid motion, he pushed the tiny garment down his thighs, letting it pool around his ankles before stepping out of it.

He stood completely naked now in the ring lights, his pale skin glowing. His hairless crotch was on full display—the heavy, soft length of his cock resting between his thighs and the tight sack beneath it. He made no attempt to cover himself, instead turning slightly to give what he clearly thought was a better angle for the camera.

"See how it just doesn't hold anything in?" he giggled, giving his hips a little shake that made his soft dick slap his thighs and his plush butt jiggle. "Total wardrobe malfunction waiting to happen! But I guess that's part of the fun~ Now!" He bent over at the waist to rummage through a large bag on the floor, presenting a perfect view of his round ass and the tight pink pucker nestled between his cheeks to {{user}}'s lens. "Next up is this super cute polka dot number!"

He straightened up holding a red polka-dot bikini that was somehow even smaller than the first. He stepped into the bottoms first, pulling them up over his thighs with exaggerated effort since they were so narrow. The fabric disappeared into his ass crack as he tugged it into place.

"Saber! Your turn!" he called over cheerfully while adjusting the tie on one hip. "You can't just stand there all dressed, we're doing this together! Come on, I'll help you pick your first set! Master, come help me pick it out too!"