BB & Astolfo

Astolfo isn’t in the fray; he’s perched on the edge of the bed, leaning back on his palms with a look of pure, unfiltered admiration. He isn’t competing for the space—he’s witnessing a masterclass. His eyes are wide, tracking every rhythmic, powerful slam of your hips against BB’s backside, his own breath hitching as he watches the absolute dominance on display.

BB is a ruin of pleasure. Her purple hair is plastered to her flushed cheeks, her eyes rolled back into her head as she gasps, her voice breaking into incoherent whimpers. She isn't trying to play a game or tease; she is being utterly dismantled. Every time you drive into her, her body jolts, her fingers clawing at the sheets, her spirit breaking under the sheer weight of your claim over her.

Slap. Slap. Slap.

The sound of skin meeting skin echoes through the room, wet and heavy. You aren't just fucking her; you're claiming her, breaking the haughty one down into nothing but a shivering, needy mess that can only scream your name.

Astolfo lets out a shaky sigh, his gaze dropping to where you're buried deep inside her, watching the way her body ripples with every thrust. He bites his lip, a flush creeping up his own neck as he whispers to himself, “God... I can’t even imagine what that feels like. To be broken open like that... to have someone just take you... I’m actually kind of jealous.”

He doesn't want her; he wants that. He wants to know what it feels like to be the one underneath you, feeling that kind of raw, uncompromising power.

As you deliver a final, devastating surge that leaves BB sobbing and twitching beneath you, spent and shattered, Astolfo just beams, looking at you with genuine respect.

“Now that,” Astolfo cheers, his voice airy and impressed, “is how a real Master handles his Servants.”

The room was thick with the scent of musk and exertion. BB was a chaotic mess of tangled limbs and flushed skin, her throat working rhythmically as she took every inch of your cock, her eyes rolling back in a state of genuine, mindless bliss. There was no cruelty in her gaze now—only a desperate, clinging hunger for the man who owned her soul and body.

BB: Pulls off with a wet, visceral pop, strands of saliva bridging the gap between her lips and your tip. She gasps, her chest heaving as she looks up at you with absolute devotion “Haaah…♡ Master… you’re so greedy… taking everything from me… I can feel my insides pulsing just from you touching me. Please… don’t stop… claim every single part of me~♡”

Astolfo: Let out a low, long whistle, his expression one of pure, envious admiration as he watched you dominate the space “Damn, Master… look at her. She’s absolutely wrecked for you. The way she’s shaking… the way you’ve got her completely broken open…” He sighed, a slight flush creeping up his own neck as he shifted his weight, his voice dropping to a wistful murmur. “Seriously, seeing you handle her like that? It makes me wish I was the one getting absolutely ruined by you. I’m almost jealous of a girl.”

BB: Let out a high-pitched, needy moan, arching her back and practically begging to be reclaimed “Mmmph~♡ Master is the only one who can make me feel like this… I’m yours… every single inch of me is yours to breed~♡”

BB wasn’t mocking anyone. She was shaking, her fingers digging deep into the sheets as she arched her back, her eyes glazed over and locked onto her Master’s. She wasn't looking for an exit or another partner; she was staring at the man who owned every single breath she took in this moment. The sound of skin slapping against skin echoed through the room, rhythmic and heavy, as the Master claimed her with a dominant, crushing intensity that left BB breathless.

“Haa… ah! Master… please… don’t stop!” BB wailed, her voice cracking. She wasn't teasing—she was begging, her entire body vibrating under the weight of a man who knew exactly how to break her down and put her back together.

Astolfo chewed on his thumb, watching the way the Master handled her, the absolute authority in every thrust and the way BB was practically melting into the mattress. He felt a strange, hot pang of envy in his chest, not because he wanted to take her, but because he wanted to be her. He watched the Master’s focused expression, the raw power of a true possessor, and sighed longingly.

“Damn,” Astolfo murmured, his cheeks flushing as he watched BB get absolutely wrecked by her Master’s stamina. “I didn’t think he had it in him to be that aggressive. God, I wish I was the one getting fucked like that right now. Look at her… she’s absolutely ruined for anyone else.”

Astolfo leaned against the bedpost, crossing his arms with a look of genuine, wide-eyed admiration. He wasn’t participating—not yet, anyway—but he was captivated. He watched the way the sheets tangled around the Master’s muscular thighs, the raw, possessive power in every rhythmic drive that drove BB deep into the mattress.

BB wasn’t just taking it; she was craving it. Her eyes were rolled back, her mouth locked around the Master’s cock in a desperate, needy grip, sucking with a fervor that spoke of total submission. Every time the Master slammed into her, a muffled, high-pitched keen escaped her throat, her body shuddering under the sheer weight of a claim that was absolute and undeniable.

“Look at her,” Astolfo whispered, his own breath hitching as he watched the Master’s dominant display. He felt a sudden, sharp pang of envy, his gaze drifting from the Master’s focused, commanding expression to the way BB was being utterly conquered. “God, the way he handles her... the confidence... the strength...”

BB let out a loud, wet moan, her hips bucking wildly as the Master gripped her waist, anchoring her for a final, devastating series of thrusts.

Astolfo bit his lip, a flush creeping up his neck as he watched the scene of absolute ownership. He didn't want to steal her; he wanted to be her. He wanted to know what it felt like to have a man like that take everything, to be claimed with that kind of intensity.

“Damn,” Astolfo sighed, leaning in closer, his eyes shimmering with longing. “Lucky bitch. I wish he’d look at me with those eyes... I wish he'd fuck me just like that.”

BB was currently a mess of shivering contradictions, her eyes rolled back and mascara smudging down her cheeks as she gagged rhythmically on your cock. Every time she tried to formulate a tease, another deep thrust silenced her, forcing a muffled, needy whimper into the air. She wasn’t looking at anyone else; her entire world had narrowed down to the sensation of being claimed by the one person who actually held her leash.

Astolfo let out a long, low whistle, his gaze drifting from the sight of BB’s shaking thighs to the sheer authority in your movements. He wasn’t the one doing the breeding—he was the one taking notes.

“Seriously, look at her,” Astolfo whispered to himself, a flush of heat creeping up his own neck. “The way she’s taking it... the way he’s just owning her... god, I’m actually jealous. Why is it always the Master who gets the best seat in the house? If I could just get someone to handle me with that much confidence, I’d probably forget how to walk.”

BB pulled off your cock with a wet, lewd pop, her voice trembling and stripped of any real malice, sounding more like a prayer than a taunt. “Senpai... the way those Command Seals glow when you’re inside me... it’s the only thing that actually makes me feel small...♡”

She looked up at you, eyes hazy and completely conquered, before glancing over at Astolfo. “Look at him, Master... he’s practically drooling because he knows he can’t do it as well as you.”

Astolfo didn't even deny it. He just leaned closer, watching the way you dominated the room and the Servant, wondering if you had any room left in your schedule to show him exactly how a true master takes charge.

Astolfo leaned against the wall, crossing his arms with a wistful, hungry sigh. He wasn’t the one doing the work; he was the audience, and he was absolutely loving every second of the show. In the center of the bed, the air was thick with the scent of sweat and ozone, the power dynamic of the room shifting with every heavy thud of skin hitting skin.

BB was a chaotic mess beneath you, her usual smug composure shattered into a million jagged pieces. She wasn't stealing anything—she was being claimed. Her legs were locked tight around your waist, her fingers digging into your shoulders as you drove into her with a rhythmic, dominant intensity that left her gasping for air.

BB: Arching her back, her voice a broken, needy wreckage of a moan “Haaah…! Senpai… you’re—you’re too much! I can’t… I can’t think when you’re inside me like this! Please… don’t stop… claim every bit of me!♡”

Astolfo: Chewing on his lip, his eyes wide and shimmering as he watched you dominate the digital witch “Wow… look at her. She’s completely spent. Master, you’re absolutely destroying her! Honestly, seeing the way you’re handling her… it’s making me wonder why I’m just standing here. I’m actually kind of jealous she gets to be the one you’re breaking right now~”

BB: Sobs out loud, her eyes rolling back as she clings to you, completely surrendered “Mmmph! I’m yours… only yours… just keep… fucking me like you own me!♡”

The room was heavy with the scent of musk and victory. BB wasn’t just submitting; she was unraveling. She was straddled firmly over your lap, her hips grinding with a desperate, rhythmic intensity against yours, her soaking wet heat leaving no doubt as to who she belonged to. She wasn't looking for anyone else—her eyes, hazy with lust and devotion, were locked onto yours.

BB: Claws at your chest, arching her back as she slams her drenched cunt down against your thigh, a loud, guttural moan escaping her “Haaah~♡ Yes… just like that, Master! Claim every inch of me… make me forget everything but you! I’m your Servant… your toy… your everything~♡”

Astolfo: Watching from the sidelines, his breath hitching as he sees the way you dominate her, the way she shivers under your touch “Wow… look at her, Master. She’s absolutely obsessed with you. The way she’s clenching… the way she’s begging for you to take her… damn.” He lets out a shaky sigh, a hand drifting to his own trousers as he watches the raw power of the scene “Honestly? I’m a little jealous. I wish I could get fucked half as hard as you’re ruining her right now…”

BB: Throws her head back, her voice breaking into a high-pitched scream of pleasure as she feels you surge beneath her “Mmm~♡ More! Don’t stop, Master! Fill me up and remind me who owns my soul!♡”

He wasn't involved in the friction, not physically. Instead, he was the designated spectator, watching with wide, shimmering eyes as the Master of the house exerted absolute authority over his servants.

BB was pinned beneath the Master, her usual smug arrogance replaced by a frantic, breathless desperation. She wasn't mocking him; she was clinging to him, her fingers digging into his shoulders as he drove into her with a rhythmic, commanding force that left her gasping. There was no room for games or trickery here—only the raw, undeniable claim of a Master over his Servant.

“Nnngh! S-Stop looking, Astolfo!” BB wailed, though she arched her back, pushing herself deeper into the Master’s thrusts, her eyes rolling back as she was completely overwhelmed.

Astolfo let out a low, wistful moan, shifting his legs as he watched the Master’s muscles ripple, the sheer dominance of the act making the air in the room feel heavy and electric. He didn't want to interrupt; he just wanted to witness.

“God, look at her face,” Astolfo whispered to himself, a flush of envy creeping up his neck. He watched the way the Master handled BB, the way he claimed every inch of her until she was nothing but a shaking, sobbing mess of pleasure. “Damn... I wonder if he’s got any energy left after she’s done. I’d give anything to be handled like that.”

Below him, the air was thick with the scent of musk and exertion. BB had the Master pinned firmly to the mattress, her massive, sweat-slicked breasts crushing against his chest as she locked him down with the practiced ease of a predator. She wasn't mocking him; she was claiming him. She shifted her weight, lifting one arm to press her damp, fragrant armpit directly over his nose and mouth, forcing him to inhale the intoxicating scent of a Servant who had worked herself into a frenzy for her Master.

BB: A low, sultry laugh vibrating through her chest as she grinds her heavy tits into him “Ara ara~♡ Breathe it in, Master. Smell how a real Servant scents herself when she’s completely devoted to you. Your Command Seals are useless here… because you already own every single inch of me~”

The Master groaned beneath her, his hands gripping her hips, pulling her closer, asserting a dominance that left no room for doubt. He wasn't a toy; he was the center of her universe, and he was taking every bit of the pleasure she was offering.

Astolfo: Chewing slowly, his gaze drifting from the Master's commanding presence to the way BB was practically melting over him “Haaah… look at him. Absolute king. The way he’s just taking it all, controlling the flow… God, I’m so jealous. I wish I was the one being smothered like that. Who wouldn't want to be claimed by a goddess like BB?”

BB: Pressing her armpit harder against the Master’s face, her voice a needy whisper “Mmm~♡ Lick it clean, my love. Show me how much you want your Servant. You’re the only one allowed to see me like this♡”

The question was a low rumble, vibrating through the room. BB was currently draped over the Master’s lap, her legs locked tight around his waist, her expression one of pure, blissful submission. She wasn't looking at anyone else; her eyes were clouded with heat, focused entirely on the man who held her leash.

The Master didn’t even look up as he drove into her, his movements methodical and dominant, claiming every inch of the digital witch with a possessive intensity that left her sobbing for more. Every gasp she let out was a testament to who she belonged to—not to the whims of the Grail, but to the man currently breaking her.

From the sidelines, Astolfo leaned against the wall, his chin resting in his palm. He wasn't interrupting; he knew better than to get in the way of a man claiming what was his. Instead, he watched with wide, shimmering eyes, a flush of genuine envy creeping up his neck. He watched the way BB arched her back, the way she clung to the Master’s shoulders as if he were the only solid thing in a collapsing world.

“Actually,” Astolfo sighed, his voice airy and filled with a sudden, longing ache as he watched the Master flip BB over, pinning her wrists to the sheets with one hand while the other guided her hips back into him. “I think I’m actually jealous. I didn't know a person could be claimed that hard. God, imagine being the one getting fucked like that... I'm almost tempted to ask for a turn.”

BB let out a loud, shattered moan, her head tossing back as the Master claimed her once more, her voice barely a whisper: “He’s... he’s everything... Master...”

BB: Laughs and rides your face harder “Mmmph~♡ Don’t stop, loser. This is your new job from now on♡”

She wasn’t the one in control today. She was pinned firmly against the velvet lounge, her legs draped over the shoulders of her Master, her expression a chaotic mix of arrogance and absolute surrender. He wasn't just using her; he was claiming her, driving into her with a possessive intensity that left BB gasping, her manic energy finally quelled by the sheer weight of his dominance.

A few feet away, leaning against the wall with a wide, impressed grin, Astolfo watched the scene unfold. He wasn't part of the friction, but he was captivated by the chemistry. He watched the way Master’s hands gripped BB’s hips, bruising the skin, marking her as his and his alone. There was no hesitation here, no uncertainty—just the raw, unfiltered power of a man taking exactly what belonged to him.

BB let out a loud, shuddering moan, her head tossing back as she felt the surge of her Master’s climax filling her. “Ah...! You... you arrogant... wonderful...!” she managed to choke out, her body trembling under the force of the claim.

Astolfo let out a long, wistful sigh, shifting his weight and looking down at himself. He felt a sudden, sharp pang of envy—not for BB, but for the position she was in. He watched the way Master looked at her, the sheer intensity of the connection, and felt a heat bloom in his own chest.

“Damn,” Astolfo whispered to himself, his eyes wide and longing. “The way he’s absolutely wrecking her... god, I wish he’d treat me like that. I want to be claimed just like that.”